The twin suns of Tatooine were beginning to set over the desert planet, deep shadows stretching across the sandy ground, an icy chill starting to settle as night fell. Meanwhile, across the Dune Sea, inside the towering palace of the planet's de-facto ruler, the great Jabba the Hutt, a lively party was just getting started.
Within the throne room the Max Rebo band played a jazzy number with an energetic beat. Sy Snootles, Lyn Me, Greeata Jendowanian and Rystall Sant sang with the music, their breathy vocals adding a erotic twist to the tune. All around the smoky chamber, the denizens of the palace, Jabba's court of scum and villainy, engaged in the hedonistic pleasures of the night festivities. Thugs, smugglers, bounty hunters and the occasional off-duty Gamorrean guard, high on spice or drunk, dragged any unfortunate slave girl that wandered too close into shadowy corners to enjoy their scantily clad bodies, the girl's cries smothered by the band's song.
Overseeing it all, reclining on his slab of a dais, Jabba the Hutt simply enjoyed the seedy atmosphere and rambunctious music, smoking deeply from his hookah pipe. But, his and most of the court's attention was focused on the girl in the middle of the throne room, sensuously dancing alone, surrounded by leering, lustful eyes.
She was beautiful, standing out even among the other beauties that populated the palace. She was small, petite, though she still possessed alluring curved hips and her legs were long and nicely toned. Her costume wasn't some cheap mesh one-piece, but an extravagant golden ensemble. Clad in a golden bikini, her perky breasts were tightly confined in the metal harness. Silken skirts fell down the front and back of her lower body, hiding her privates but highlighting her slim legs. She wore leather boots that protected her feet from the hard, sandy ground.
She had a delicate face perfectly accented by professionally done makeup, blue eyeshadow, blush and lipstick, that gave her a smoky, seductive look. Her dark, chocolate brown hair was done up in a long braid that dangled past her shoulder blades to the middle of her smooth back.
The girl moved her body to the beat, swaying her hips, thrusting her chest and twirling alongside the music of the band. Sweat beaded down her milky white skin, making her glimmer in the dim spotlight above her. Her skirts fluttered, occasionally flashing her pert round ass or freshly shaved groin, much to her audience's delight.
The girl's dancing enticed the crowd. They shouted out lewd obscenities to her over the music, though she ignored their comments. Despite being surrounded by the some of the most perverted and dangerous villains in the Galaxy, all of whom would loving nothing more than to pin her to the ground and fuck her senseless, the girl was in no danger of any potential gang rape.
She was no mere common slave girl to be freely used by anyone. A golden collar, shackled around her slim neck, was connected to a heavy chain she held high in her hand to prevent her from tripping over it during her routine. The other end of that chain was held tightly in Jabba's huge hand. It was clear she was the Hutt's personal slave girl, and he was the only being in the palace who could touch her.
If her lavish outfit wasn't clear, the girl was clearly something special compared to the usual unfortunate slave who caught Jabba's eye to be bound to his throne. She moved with a regal elegance and grace unseen by most in the palace. She seemingly ignored the hooting catcalls of the court with royal stoicism, but unknowingly to them, her pussy to moisten at their attention. When her doe brown eyes would meet her master's burning orange gaze, she couldn't stop the tingling shiver down her back nor the blush lighting her cheeks when his thick, sloppy tongue slid over his wide drooling lips in clear desire for her.
The girl, enslaved to Jabba the Hutt, was none other than Princess Leia Organa of Alderaan. She had become Jabba's property only a few days ago, but it certainly was an eventful few days.
First, an astromech and a protocol droid had walked into Jabba's throne room with a message from a supposed Jedi Knight, Luke Skywalker. The boy had offered the droids as gifts in exchange for Han Solo, a smuggler who had crossed Jabba too many times. Solo hung on the wall of the throne room in a carbonite slab as a decoration and warning to any others who would dare draw Jabba's ire.
Jabba knew of Skywalker. He was the pilot who a few years ago destroyed the Galactic Empire's superweapon, the Death Star and was also a major part of the Rebel Alliance who defied said Empire. Even still, Jabba simply laughed at Skywalker's offer and decided to keep the droids the boy had so foolishly given him.
Jabba was not afraid of Skywalker. The boy would be an idiot to pursue a confrontation with Jabba, nor would his rebellion. With that, Jabba had the droids put to work in his service, the astromech as a drink server on his sail barge and the protocol droid as his new translator.
Not too long later, after Jabba's latest twi'lek slave girl had tried her master's patience and had been sent to the Rancor pit, a masked bounty hunter called Boushh walked in with Solo's first mate, the wookie Chewbacca. Boushh made an impression on Jabba during negotiations when threatening him with a thermal detonator for a bigger reward for the wookie.
Jabba laughed it off, admiring Boushh's ruthlessness, but Jabba had not become as powerful as he was without being cautious. Jabba's favorite and most skilled bounty hunter, Boba Fett, felt the same way. There was something off about Boushh. Fett knew Boushh was small-time, he didn't have the skill to capture Chewbacca nor the bravado to wave around a thermal detonator in Jabba's face.
Fett was certain Boushh was not who he said he was. Fett was also certain that whoever Boushh was he was in league with Skywalker and was likely here to free Solo. The message from the droids requesting Solo's freedom and his co-pilot and best friend arriving at the palace, beaten and captured by some mediocre bounty hunter, within barely a day of each other was too much of a coincidence. Fett shared his theory with Jabba who agreed that something was up. Jabba decided to see if "Boushh '' would attempt a rescue of Solo later in the night.
Hiding behind a nearby curtain later that night, Jabba couldn't believe just how easy it was to catch "Boushh'' in the act. Barely able to contain their laughter, Jabba and his court watched in secret as "Boushh '' snuck into the throne room towards where Solo hung frozen in carbonite and unthawed him. Jabba was loath to see his favourtie decoration ruined but he consoled himself with the thought of getting to torture Solo and his would-be rescuer.
To say Jabba was surprised to see a beautiful young woman underneath the armor would be an understatement. Once Jabba got a look at her he couldn't stop looking, drool beginning to dribble down his many chins. Jabba's desires were inflamed as he looked upon this girl's beauty.
Creamy pale skin practically unseen on this scorching planet with twin suns, where a sunburn was more likely. Jabba wondered how soft her skin was and what it tasted like. Dark brown hair bound in a bun, but with a few strands hanging down, framing her face. Jabba longed to see that hair hanging down loose while he grasped those silky locks with his fingers. Jabba imagined that beautiful face twisted in pleasure as he showed her what her rightful place was.
It seemed like she was Solo's lover if the way she spoke to and kissed him was any indication. Well, she WAS Solo's lover. While the foolish smuggler panically babbled pathetically in a vain attempt to appease Jabba, the Hutt instead directed most of his attention on Solo's lovely companion. She glared defiantly at Jabba without fear as Solo made promises of payment.
She was either foolishly brave or helplessly naive if she thought she could intimidate him. Jabba loved the fury and defiance in those big brown eyes of hers. The fiery ones were always the most fun to break. Jabba had already decided she belonged to him now. The second she walked into his palace she became his property, she just didn't know it yet.
It was almost a shame for Solo. If he had given Jabba this woman instead of his payment, Jabba would have forgiven his debts and then some. Just from a glance Jabba could tell she was worth far more than the credits Solo owed him. But, alas, he had not, and so Solo must now face the consequences of his failure now that the girl had unthawed him.
Jabba was content to let Solo hang on the wall in his carbonite prison as decoration, he was certainly more useful as a piece of artwork rather than smuggler. but now he had a much more appealing replacement waiting to be chained to his side. Growing bored with Solo's pleas, Jabba ordered him to be taken to the dungeons to be dealt with at a later time. Jabba watched the girl as she witnessed her lover be taken away so soon after being reunited, who was still trying to make a bargain with the Hutt.
And then, she was alone, surrounded by the worst scum the Galaxy had to offer. Jabba ordered the girl to be brought to him, so he could get a better look at his new slave. When she looked at him, Jabba could see the inkling of fear in her features now that she knew just how badly things had gone.
She was dragged towards Jabba, her new master, and pushed against his chest. Even then she proudly declared that she and Solo had powerful friends and that Jabba would regret this. Jabba laughed off the empty boast. If she meant Skywalker, then it wasn't much of a threat. Jabba was not afraid of some boy playing Jedi.
Jabba had his first taste of his new pet, his mucus covered tongue sliding against her cheek as she cringed away, groaning in disgust. Wrapping his arm around her waist, Jabba was insistent with his affections. He wanted his slave to know what her new life would entail.
Eventually, his tongue pushed past her lips to claim her mouth in a messy kiss. The protocol droid groaned about how it couldn't bear to watch. It was the only one present who thought so, aside from the girl herself. The girl's cries were muffled by Jabba's tongue as it explored her mouth, her eyes shut tight in revulsion.
Having his fill of her mouth for now, Jabba withdrew his tongue and smirked as he watched the girl cough for air. Her face was covered in the Hutt's drool, smearing against her pretty features. Done with the appetizer and eager for the main course, Jabba ordered the girl to be stripped of her armor, so he could see her in all her naked glory.
The girl must have understood Huttese, since she began fighting back against the guards who came to strip her of her clothing. It did no good, she was a weak little thing, dwarfed by the thugs surrounding her. It didn't take long before her disguise was cast off and she stood before Jabba and his court, bare for them all to see. She blushed heavily, shaking with both rage, embarrassment and fear at her state of undress. She covered herself as best she could, or at least tried to. Her arms were grabbed and held away from her so Jabba could admire her sexy little body.
Jabba's orange, snake-like eyes trailed up and down his slave's body slowly, taking in every inch of creamy skin. Reaching out with his relatively short arms, his guards got the message and pushed the girl back into his embrace. Jabba sighed deeply in delight at the feeling of her warm, soft, small wriggling form sinking into his slimy blubber. He held her tightly, his arms wrapped around her to keep her pressed against his belly. The girl yelled indignantly, beating her fists against the Hutt's chest to little effect. Chuckling in amusement, Jabba shot his tongue back into her open mouth, kissing her again while his hands roamed over body.
As much as Jabba wanted to take her then and there, he decided to restrain himself. He didn't want to rush this. Afterall, she wasn't going anywhere. Breaking the kiss, Jabba ordered her to be taken to the harem chambers to be thoroughly prepared for him. The girl was taken away, glaring daggers at the Jabba. He found her angry look adorable.
Once she was gone, Fett decided to tell him just who the girl was. As it turns out, she was in fact Leia Organa, the last Princess of the destroyed planet Alderaan and an important member of the Rebel Alliance. Bib Fortuna, Jabba's majordomo, suggested they perhaps ransom her to the Rebellion, or sell her to the Empire.
Jabba would hear none of it. He had enslaved many important and powerful women during his life, but never someone as high-profile as a Princess. As far as Jabba was concerned, Leia was HIS property. She belonged only to HIM. He was already rich enough that no amount of money the Rebellion could offer would match what Leia was worth for him to give her up. And, as far as the Empire was concerned, Jabba doubted they would come looking for her here.
But, with the knowledge of her true identity, Jabba knew the perfect outfit for Leia. A golden two piece bikini that Jabba couldn't remember how he acquired, but had never found a woman worthy of it. Until today. He couldn't have a Princess clothed in something cheap. No, that outfit was perfect for her.
A few hours later, Jabba awaited his new slave to be brought to him. The wait was maddening, but when Leia came to him, Fortuna dragging her by her leash, clothed in her new outfit, Jabba knew it was worth it. It fit her perfectly. Like she was destined to wear it. Destined to become his slave. Drooling, Jabba snatched the leash from Fortuna and tugged Leia towards him. She grasped her collar, choking and sputtering. She tried to stand her ground, but Jabba was too strong for her. She was almost pulled off her feet by the force of his tug. Soon, his Princess was back in his arms and Jabba leaned in close to his pet, welcoming her to her new home.
For the next few days Leia was stuck with Jabba every second of the day as she learnt what her new life would entail. It was mostly sitting at Jabba's side, looking pretty while he conducted business or lazed away smoking his hookah. At least she was given a pile of comfy pillows to recline on why she sat through being leered at by everyone in the throne room. Most of Leia's day was spent sitting there as the Hutt's trophy, completely silent, having to endure his constant groping and molestations. Occasionally she'd hand feed him his favorite snacks, massage his bloated back or large, ribbed tail. At night she'd sleep with him on the throne, listening to his congested snoring. Leia would curl up into her nest of pillows, trying to imagine she was anywhere else other than here.
How could she have been so stupid as to try and release Han early? Leia knew the plan was to wait for Luke to arrive so they would have a better chance all together, but when she saw Han, frozen and hanging on that wall, she couldn't help herself.
She was hoping to get him out of the palace without anyone noticing and she and Lando could go back for Chewie and the droids, but instead she got caught and enslaved to the fat slug that had hounded her love for years. Now Han was alone somewhere in a cell, blind and helpless and Leia couldn't protect him. She couldn't even protect herself.
Leia knew Luke was coming soon. He had to be. Lando must have contacted him after Leia was captured. She just had to hold on until he got here.
Leia hated the fact she had been reduced to a silent object, her near naked body exposed to all these criminals. She hated Jabba's constant, roaming hands caressing her, his large tongue sliding against her skin, the unmistakable lust in his overpowering gaze.
Most of all, Leia hated the way it made her feel so good.
Leia never had much experience with anything sexual. On Alderaan she'd lived a chaste, pure life. It wouldn't do for the Princess to have sexual flings when her time was devoted to politics and later on the Rebellion. It was incredibly stressful. So much so Leia cast any and all thoughts of romance from her mind. Until she met Han.
The scruffy, roguish smuggler had lit a fire in her like no other. She felt warm in his presence, wanting to melt into his calloused, gentle hands. Their kiss was passionate, yet loving. Leia was a fool to have pushed him away for so long.
Once she freed him from his carbonite prison Leia had planned to take him back to the Millennium Falcon and show him just how much she loved him. She was prepared to give herself completely to him. She never had sex before, but she was ready to give her virginity to the man she loved.
Then Jabba the Hutt captured her. He dragged his tongue against her face and into her mouth. He stripped her naked and held her against himself. She could feel herself sinking into his slime coated leathery skin as he kissed her again. His hands groped her body as she fought against him. When he had her taken away to be prepared for him, Leia was enraged, humiliated…
And so incredibly aroused.
How could a fat, loathsome creature like Jabba the Hutt make her feel so light headed? Why was every part of her that touched him tingling so pleasurably? Leia licked her lips. She could still taste his spit in her mouth. It tasted repulsive, yet instead of spitting it out Leia swallowed it down. She shivered as she felt it slide down her throat. Her lower half felt warm and wet. Leia could feel something moist and damp sliding down over her thighs as she was taken to the harem chambers. What was happening to her?
Leia was bathed by the other slave girls in Jabba harem as they prepared their new sister for the Hutt. Their hands washed her all over, gently rubbing in scented soaps and creams. Leia tried to relax, but having a small team of beautiful women pamper her did not help her lessen her arousal. The girls all noticed but they gave Leia sympathetic looks.
The harem mistress, named Melina Carniss, oversaw Leia's preparation and noticed just how hot and heavy the Princess was getting. Melina smirked. She was there when Jabba had his first taste of Leia and she saw how wet she was. It looks like the Princess would fit in just fine here.
When Leia saw the golden bikini that had been picked out for her, she didn't think her face had ever gotten so red. Was this what Jabba expected her to wear?! Leia had been expecting loose rags, uncomfortable mesh or nothing at all. Certainly not this. She had never worn anything like this before in her life. She had worn either tasteful royal robes or pragmatic military garments. She definitely wouldn't be mistaken for a common slave girl in this. It was so gaudy, so opulent, so revealing…
Leia was quickly dressed in her new outfit as the other slave girls knew their master was getting impatient to see his newest possession. Fortuna came in holding a collar and leash once she was dressed and admired the view. Bitter jealousy filled him. Jabba got the cream of the crop when it came to women and Fortuna was left with the scraps. Oh, what he would do to possess such a lovely specimen like the Princess.
When Leia saw what Fortuna was holding she started to struggle, but Fortuna anticipated the fiery Princess would not allow herself to be collared and leashed like some meek Twi'lek female, which is why he brought a pair of Gamorrean guards to hold her still. The guards clasped their hands around Leia's arms to hold her steady while Fortuna came up to her, grinning evilly. Latching the collar around her neck, Fortuna tugged Leia harshly as they walked back to the audience chamber, snickering as he heard her choked gasps and grunts.
Leia fought against the chain the whole way to Jabba's throne room. She tried to squeeze her fingers between the collar and her neck to give herself some more room to breath. It didn't help much. Soon, despite her best efforts she was presented to her salivating master in her new attire. Leia could feel Jabba's eyes roving up and down her body, drinking her in, admiring the view. She glared back at him, letting him know that she won't be so easily subdued.
That glare quickly left her face when Fortuna handed the leash to Jabba and he gave her a mighty tug. Leia was almost swept off her feet by the Hutt's sheer strength. She soon ended up back in Jabba's embrace. It was only a few hours since the Hutt last held her, but the way he grasped at her made it seem much longer. Leia endured his amorous affections, trying desperately to ignore the liquid heat pooling in her nether regions…
Today had been a surprise for Leia. After feeding Jabba his afternoon snack, he'd given her leash to Melina who had something in store for her. Jabba gave Leia one last dribbling kiss before Melina tugged on the leash and Leia followed after her.
Aside from being harem mistress, Melina was also a dance choreographer. Tonight, Leia would perform her first dance for her master and his court. The only dancing Leia had done in her life was in the ballroom on Alderaan, and Leia doubted Jabba or his cronies would be interested in the routines she knew.
It was several hours of strenuous choreography as Melina led Leia through the routine she'd be performing tonight. It was nothing like anything she practiced before; erotic, meant to tantalize and tease the audience with what they wanted but belonged only to the Hutt. Leia was a fast learner and she got the routine down in no time.
Melina brought Leia to the showers to freshen up after their long practice session. Leia tried to enjoy the hot water rather than Melina running her hands and lips all over the Princess. Melina licked the shell of Leia''s ear and whispered to her that if she performed well tonight for Jabba, he'd surely give her a wonderful reward. Leia shifted uncomfortably, trying hard not to imagine just what kind of reward Jabba would give her.
Soon Leia was cleaned up, her makeup reapplied and her costume placed back on her. As she was being taken back to the audience chamber Leia could hear the Max Rebo Band playing down the hallway. Seems the party was already in full swing. When Jabba saw his pet again he chortled, eager to see the dance Melina had taught Leia. The Princess turned Hutt slave saw the desire present in her master's eyes and averted her own, a heavy blush lighting her cheeks and a strange flutter in her chest she couldn't explain.
Leia began dancing when the band started a new song. She focused solely on the movements she had spent the last several hours going over, making sure not to miss a single step. If the comments of the onlookers around her were any indication, she was clearly doing a good job. Their crude catcalls angered Leia, yet it also strangely excited her as well. There was no way she actually liked having all these criminal eyes on her almost naked body gyrating on the dance floor, right?
Leia could see Jabba looking at with lustful abandon, his tongue sliding over his chops hungrily. Her master was an utterly repulsive being to look at. He was a monster of blubbery, oozing, slimy, salivating lust and gluttony. He was the living embodiment of debauchery. He spent his days lazing away on his throne, eating, smoking and indulging in carnal pleasures. Yet, he was also one of the most feared and dangerous gangsters in the Outer Rim.
Leia couldn't help but be disgusted with Jabba, yet every time their eyes met during her dance she couldn't help but flush with heat. Every tug of the leash sent electricity racing up her spine. The sight of that huge, powerful tail writhing on the throne moistened her loins. When his tongue lolled out his gaping mouth Leia had to hold back a moan from leaving her lips.
What was wrong with her?! She loved Han! She loved the handsome, kind, roguish yet noble man. How could she be… aroused by this vile slug! He had chased Han for years, strung up on a wall as decoration, enslaved her and had spent the last few days slobbering all over her. Not to mention the countless lives he has no doubt destroyed over the years. So why did it feel like an inferno was raging inside her when she saw all his attention focused solely on her?
Leia danced alone while the party raged on around her. The court drank, smoked and fucked with abandon, as was typical for parties in Jabba's palace. It was a long song and a difficult dance routine. Leia was completely engrossed in her movements, trying to make them as perfect as possible. Without even realizing it, she was trying to impress her master with her performance, to gain the reward Melina said was promised to her if she did a good job. Leia romped, weaved, leapt and bounced for what felt like hours.
Jabba was completely absorbed in her, tracking her every movement with his eyes. He couldn't decide if he wanted to let her keep dancing or drag her into his embrace and take her here and now. It was hell, but Jabba restrained himself. The song was nearing its climax, and he'll be able to release his desires onto his slave girl.
The song reached its crescendo as Leia performed the final step of her dance. Facing Jabba and giving him a sultry look, Leia fell to her knees and thrusted her chest forward while leaving back, eyes closed, face illuminated by the spotlight above. She was covered in sweat, making her gleam under the light. Uproarious applause rang out all across the audience chamber and Leia felt a strange sense of pride in entertaining these degenerates.
Her audience practically devoured the enslaved Princess with their eyes. Her slim, toned body was flushed red from her strenuous dance. Sweat ran down her body, a particularly eye catching trinkle gliding down her chest in between the tight cleavage of her breasts. The only thing stopping them from ravishing the tasty little slave then and there was her master, who was laughing heartily from his throne.
Jabba tugged gently, yet firmly, on Leia's chain to get her attention. Leia looked up and saw the state her dance had left Jabba in. Thick saliva dripped uncontrollably down his many chins and his tail thumped heavily down on the dais' stony surface.
Once he saw he had gotten his slave's attention, Jabba gave a much more insistent tug. Leia grunted at the feeling of the metal collar digging into her throat. The rebellious side of her told her to deny the Hutt what he wanted, to stand her ground as the proud Princess of Alderaan she was raised as.
Jabba chuckled when he saw the fiery look in Leia's eyes. So, his little pet wanted to be disobedient. If she were any other slave Jabba would be quickly growing impatient and tempted to teach her and everyone else a lesson in obedience by giving the Rancor a tasty snack, like he did with Leia's green skinned Twi'lek predecessor.
But, Jabba was lenient with Leia. It had only been a few days since she'd become his pet and she was still getting used to her new home and her new master. She had been quite well behaved over these last few days, quiet and pliant to his whims. She was clearly enjoying his attention, even if she tried to hide it beneath her stubborn bluster. But, she still required taming and to be brought to heel, so he wrenched on the chain, dragging her to her feet.
"Come to me, my Princess! Come to your master!" Jabba bellowed, wrenching on Leia's leash again to drag her towards him. The golden protocol droid, C-3PO, translated Jabba's dialogue for those in the audience who couldn't understand Huttese. Leia understood Jabba just fine, so Leia choked and sputtered around the collar.
The sheer strength Jabba had alway surprised (and excited) Leia. Grasping the chain with both hands Leia dug her feet into the ground and tried to fight back against the Hutt's might. It was useless, of course. She was no match for him when it came to brawn.
And maybe she wasn't trying as hard as she could…
Guffawing at his slave's pitiful stand against him, Jabba decided to indulge Leia and play a little game of tug of war with her. Jabba would tug on one end of the leash while Leia would pull on the other. Leia's teeth were gritted and her hands gripped the chain tightly. Jabba tongue was sliding over his lips in anticipation. Leia couldn't stop herself from being pulled closer and closer to her loathsome Hutt master. All around them the court laughed and cheered on Jabba, eager to see what he had in store for the Princess.
Eventually, with one final mighty pull of the chain, Jabba sent Leia off her feet and she flew towards him. Gasping for air, Leia jumped onto the dais and fell onto Jabba's belly. Jabba's arms wrapped around Leia, trapping her against his corpulent body. Leia wrinkled her nose as she smelled his overwhelming stench. Leia could smell his swampy musk even over the spicy smoke on the dance floor but here, her face pressed against his squishy chest, it was overpowering.
Jabba chortled and caressed Leia's back. His stubby fingers glided over the smooth pale skin, wet with sweat. One hand lowered to her clothed backside and slipped underneath the skirt to palm her bouncy ass cheek, Leia gasping at his boldness. The other hand grasped the back of head to make her face him.
Master and slave stared at one another, faces inches apart, Jabba's burning with desire, while Leia's twisted over in distaste. Jabba wasn't deterred, in fact it seemed to excite him more. He could tell the sheltered Princess held a shameful longing for him she refused to accept or even acknowledge.
It wasn't surprising. Held down by responsibilities, pursued by the Empire, naive of the carnal pleasures of the flesh, wouldn't Leia be intrigued by the possibility of throwing away those burdens? To live a life of hedonistic pleasure as Jabba's pampered little pet? No longer bearing the weight of a doomed Rebellion on her shoulders, but instead all she'd need to do is be silent, pretty and obedient to her master.
Jabba had seen it before with other high-born women close to Leia's stature he'd enslaved over his long years. Prideful, arrogant, but with an inner most yearning to be dominated and broken. Beautiful and rich enough to have any lover they chose, but instead came to become a Hutt gangster's concubine. They'd fight back, hiss in his face, make a grand show of resistance, but Jabba could practically see the aching wetness in their loins as he taught them what their rightful place was.
Once he took them, fucked them in ways no other man could, they would shed any mask of dignity and moan, pant and scream like an experienced Coruscant streetwalker. They'd beg him to keep going, to break their holes so that only he could grant them pleasure. Those women were always his most eager, devoted and fondly remembered slaves who would share Jabba's throne for years, attending to his every need.
Leia was no different. Even now as she was glaring at him angrily, she wasn't making much of an effort to escape his embrace. She grinded her lower half against his stomach, pressed her covered breasts against his chest and deeply breathed in the unclean stench of his mouth.
"What a wonderful performance, my Princess. You have such a delicious body, especially when it moves like that," Jabba gurgled, pulling Leia closer to him until they were inches apart from each other. C-3PO nervously translated Jabba's words to those in the audience who weren't fluent in Huttese. Leia herself had a solid grasp of the language and understood what Jabba was saying, but it was disconcerting to hear Threepio repeat Jabba's vulgar dialogue. "I think you deserve a reward, my pet. But first, let me give you a bath. I think you'll enjoy it…"
Jabba's huge, oozing tongue slithered out his mouth and smeared all across Leia's face. Her chin, lips, cheeks, nose and forehead became covered in viscous Hutt spit. Leia clenched her eyes shut and grimaced as Jabba's tongue rolled over every inch of her stunning visage.
Leia got what he meant by giving her a bath. She groaned at the feeling of his foul smelling slobber staining her skin, though her pussy lips still moistened and her clit became erect in arousal. She grinded her clit against Jabba's belly through the soft silk of her skirt veils without really thinking about what she was doing.
Jabba's tongue slid down Leia's neck and over her collar before veering over to wrap around her right arm. Jabba gestured for Leia to hold her arm out, which she did. Jabba's tongue slithered over her arm like a moist sleeve all the way up to her hands. He went back and forth with his tongue, until her arm was nice and wet. Jabba did the same with her other arm, washing her sweaty limb. Jabba did enjoy the taste of her sweat, but now he wanted the treasure trove waiting in her armpits.
Grabbing both of Leia's arms, Jabba raised them high to expose her sticky armpits. They were freshly shaven, as was nearly all of Leia's body since Jabba liked his girls bare and smooth. Leaning forward, Jabba took a nice big whiff of the smell emitting from them. It wasn't as repugnant as the fetid stench from his own flappy pits, but it had a potent odor, with a hint of the perfume Leia had put on before her dance, Jabba couldn't get enough of.
Jabba sloshed his tongue across Leia's armpits, the right first then the left, sponging her sweat off, drinking in her scent. Leia had to hold back both a giggle and a moan. She wasn't surprised Jabba would plunder her armpits, the filthy degenerate lived and breathed decadence. But what did that make her if she was liking this? She was ticklish, but Jabba's tongue was sending mixed singles to her brain. She didn't know if she wanted to pull him closer or push him away.
Eventually, Jabba had his fill of her armpits and left them dripping with his slobber. Jabba licked his chops happily, savoring the taste of his pet's sweat in his mouth. His eyes drifted down to Leia's chest, his next target to "clean" off.
heading towards her chest as its next destination. Pushing her back but still keeping a tight grip on her, Jabba got a better look at Leia's torso. Though he appreciated the view of tantalizing cleavage her tight metal brassier gave her, Jabba wanted to see what was hidden beneath. Working at the thin strings on her back that kept the bikini up, Jabba quickly undid them with surprising dexterity unexpected of his fat, sausage-like fingers. He had plenty of experience stripping women of their clothes.
Leia's gold bikini came loose and Jabba tossed it away without a second thought. Now, Jabba took in the sight of Leia's bare naked breasts. They weren't the biggest breasts Jabba had ever enjoyed, but they weren't too small either. They were perfectly round, perky and topped with soft pink nipples, which were hard as ice and practically begging for Jabba's touch.
Jabba's tongue slopped over Leia's breasts, licking up the salty sweat coating them. The taste was exquisite to Jabba, like a fine wine, especially in between the valley of her breasts where most of her sweat collected, which Jabba took great care in cleaning up. Once they were thoroughly coated in his drool, Jabba began playing with Leia's breasts, batting them from side to side with his powerful tongue, lifting them each then watching them drop back down and swirling around her erect nipples. Leia shut her eyes tight and tried to push down the pleasant sensations Jabba was inflicting on her. All around them she could hear the audience cheer on Jabba as he licked greedily at her bosom.
Suddenly, Jabba seized Leia by her ass with both hands and lifted her up off her feet with his superior Hutt strength. Leia gasped and opened her eyes when she felt her body be dragged up Jabba's chest, sliding against his slime coat. She saw Jabba had lifted her until her breasts were level with his mouth and her breasts were pressed right up against his moist lips. Leia was briefly confused but soon got what Jabba's plan was when his gaping maw opened up and closed around her boobs.
Shutting his eyes in contentment, Jabba sucked and slurped on Leia's breasts. He was suckling on both of them like a newborn babe hungry for its mother's milk. Leia tried for a few seconds to get her tits out of the Hutt's mouth, but it was no use. His grip was too strong to break.
Leia couldn't deny, Jabba sucking on her tits like he was trying to nurse from them felt simply amazing. An involuntary loud moan slipped from her mouth and Leia wrapped her arms around Jabba's head as best she could and straddled his gut with her legs to get better leverage to force more of her tits into his mouth. Meanwhile, Jabba's hands stayed on Leia's ass, squeezing the soft flesh, feeling it bulge between his fingers.
Once Jabba had his fill of Leia's breasts, he released them from his mouth with a loud, wet plop. They were absolutely caked in Hutt spit. Jabba admired his handiwork for a moment before resuming his bathing of Leia. He lapped at her smooth, flat stomach, swirling around her belly button for a moment, but he wanted to go even further down. He kept licking her downwards until his tongue hit the metal plate of her skirt. Frowning, Jabba pushed Leia back to give her some room and gestured to her skirts.
"Take them off." Jabba ordered Leia. Leia froze when she heard Jabba's command. Having her bra taken off was one thing, Jabba did that himself, but willingly exposing her bare ass and pussy to him and his court? Sure, it wasn't anything they hadn't seen before, but somehow this felt different. Not to mention they would all see just how absolutely soaked her pussy was. They would know that despite her attitude she was deeply enjoying this.
But, it still wasn't like she had that much of a choice. She could either refuse and Jabba would take them off himself, or become a more active participant in her latest humiliation. With shaking fingers, either from trepidation, excitement or both, Leia loosened her skirt plates and quickly shuffled out of them. Kicking them away, Leia was now completely naked once again in front of Jabba and his court; aside from her boots and the few pieces of golden jewelry that decorated her.
Jabba said nothing, his gaze intense and focused only on his slave's pussy. He could see how soaked it was, how her little clit was erect, begging for his attention. He completely zoned out his court, who were busy ogling Leia's ass. The appetizer was delicious, but Jabba wanted the main course. It was time to give his pet her reward she earned.
Jabba grabbed Leia underneath her ass cheeks and lifted her up, dragging her crotch against his leathery, mucus covered front. Her clit and pussy grinded against his gut and chest as he pulled her up, leaving a trail of pussy juice. Leia couldn't hold back the throaty gasp at the sensation. She was hauled up past his jiggling chins until she was straddling the Hutt's mouth.
Leia held onto the top of Jabba's head while he gripped her ass firmly, making sure she wouldn't fall. Her pussy was directly on top of his mouth. Leia locked eyes with Jabba, who answered her unspoken question with a rumbling chortle that sent shockwaves through her lower lips.
"It's time for your reward, my pet…" Jabba purred. His gaping maw began to open and his tongue started to wriggle back out of his mouth. His mouth was so big he could swallow her whole if he wanted.
"Wa-wait, what are you-UH!" Leia gasped and sputtered when she felt Jabba's tongue brush against her pussy. It sent a pleasurable jolt all throughout her body, especially when it nudged against her aching clit. Jabba licked up the honey leaking from Leia's slit. It had a delectable taste and Jabba wanted more. He increased the pressure of his tongue strokes, rubbing against her dripping lips and clit with firm, powerful caresses. Jabba went slow at first, opening her lips wider and wider until he could slip the tip of his tongue inside her vaginal tunnel. Leia's breath hitched when she felt the Hutt's vile organ invade her pussy. She had never had anything in there aside from her fingers, but now a disgusting Hutt crime lord was sticking his scum coated tongue inside her. Leia was shocked, angry, humiliated…
And so damn wet…
Jabba worked his tongue inside Leia's pussy, worming in as much as he could and as deep as he could. Meanwhile, his spit sodden lips rubbed against her clit. Jabba's hands clenched Leia's ass even tighter until he got an idea. Raising one hand high, Jabba brought it down with a resounding smack against one of her ass cheeks. Leia cried out in shock. She hadn't been expecting a slap on the bottom, but she couldn't deny the sting felt strangely good.
Jabba got into a rhythm. His tongue would drill her pussy, his lips slurped on her clit and his hands smacked her ass, leaving behind bright red handprints. Leia's mouth was open wide with cries and moans, eyes shut tight as she tried to resist to no avail.
Leia clutched Jabba's head tighter and wrapped her legs as best she could around his face, humping her crotch against his guzzling mouth. She moaned loudly and threw her head back, her braid flying wildly behind her. The crowd behind them jeered and laughed at the haughty Princess being tongue fucked by a loathsome giant slug, though Leia didn't hear them. She was too focused on fighting back the building pressure in her loins. It was clearly a losing battle. She couldn't, she WOULDN'T cum for this disgusting, depraved, bloated, slime-covered, worm-ridden filth…!
"Ohhh!" Leia cried out in shameful ecstasy when her orgasm rocked her body. Any and all thoughts were wiped from her mind as her climax washed over her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her tongue mindlessly lolled out her mouth, a thin trail of drool dripping down onto Jabba's head. She unconsciously rubbed incessantly against Jabba's mouth, desperate to ring out more jolts of mind-numbing pleasure. Jabba chuckled in amusement and sucked down the flooding rush of pussy juice.
Eventually, Leia's incoherent cries tapered off and sanity gradually returned to her. Blinking rapidly, Leia looked down and saw the smug look on Jabba's face. Leia looked to the side, feeling tears of indignity and mortification roll down her burning cheeks. All around her the voices of his court praising the Hutt and mocking the Princess began to overwhelm her. The hot feeling left and she suddenly felt cold.
What had she done? Was she truly too weak to resist her master? She was a Princess! A rebel! She wasn't supposed to be grinding against a Hutt's face like a common Twi'lek slut! How could Jabba the Hutt bring her such pleasure? He was a ugly pile of scum, yet his tongue gave her an orgasm she had never experienced in her life. How could this be? She loved Han, who was currently rotting in a cell somewhere. She was supposed to experience this with him.
Leia tried to conjure the image of Han in her mind, the feeling of his lips against her own, the way that kiss made her feel, his strong and handsome body. But, though she tried desperately to stop it, Han's handsome face was replaced with the stomach churning visage of Jabba. Han's kiss was consumed by the way Jabba dominated her with his own kiss. Han's was gentle, yet passionate. Jabba's meanwhile was overwhelming, his tongue filling her mouth, his thick spit soaked tongue soiling her with gobs of his drool. Jabba's slug-like body that so easily ensnared her invaded her thoughts. That thick muscular tail, his bulging stomach, the way snot, slime and saliva covered him in a sheen of grease.
What was wrong with her? Leia could feel warmth start to build up back within her, chasing away the chill. With a choked cry of despair, Leia realized she wanted more…
Jabba slowly lowered Leia from her perch on his face back to her feet. She swayed and fell forward, she just didn't have the strength left in her legs to support her weight. Jabba wrapped his arms around her in a mockery of a loving embrace. He saw the tears streaming down her face and the conflicted, guilt ridden look on her face. If Jabba had to guess, It seems like his poor little pet felt bad finding enjoyment from her reward while Solo languished in his dungeons. Well, his Princess didn't need to worry about Solo anymore. Jabba doubted Solo could take care of Leia or bring her the kind of pleasure he just did. She belonged to Jabba now. It was time she accepted that.
Leia flinched when she felt Jabba's huge hand touch her cheek. It was almost comforting. She was torn. She wanted to lean away but she also wanted to nuzzle into his palm like a good pet should. Conflict tore at her inside. Jabba stroked her cheek, his thumb rubbing at the tears falling from her eyes. There was a sense of smug superiority emitting from the Hutt as he petted her.
"Did you enjoy your reward, my Princess?" Jabba asked, self-satisfied. Leia looked into his serpentine eyes. They were staggering and Leia felt hypnotized by his gaze. She didn't want to answer his question. She tried to turn her cheek away but Jabba merely tightened his grasp.
"No? But it certainly seemed like you did." Jabba gurgled. Leia struggled to find her voice. When she did, it was stuttering and weak.
"Y-you… I wasn't… No-not w-with… Han…" Leia trailed off with a shuddering sob. Jabba chuckled at his pet's distress. He kept on hand on her cheek while his other hand gently stroked her back.
"Solo? Do you think Solo could have given you what I have? Do you think he could pleasure you like me? Do you think he could treat you like you deserve," Jabba questioned. Leia looked confused, so Jabba continued, "Solo was a weak fool. A second rate smuggler who dared to defy me. Such a man does not deserve a Princess. No, you deserve a being who can take care of you, who can show you what your rightful place is."
Jabba brought Leia closer to him as he spoke. She tried to find the strength to argue against his claims, but she just couldn't muster it. He went on, dragging her into him until she was sinking into his blubbery form.
"Aren't you tired? Tired of running and fighting for a doomed rebellion? Why die for a pointless cause when instead you could be treated as a Princess deserves. You don't belong on a battlefield. You belong here, pampered and safe by my side. You are mine. And no one, not Solo, Skywalker, the Rebellion or the Empire will take you from me." Jabba and Leia's lips were inches from each other. Every time he spoke she could smell his foul breath wafting across her face. Looking down on her, Jabba finished his speech with his previous question.
"Now, tell me. Did you enjoy your reward?"
Shivering, Leia struggled to answer. A part of her still wanted to rebel against him, to deny him. But a much bigger part of her, a part that had been growing stronger every second she spent collared and leashed to Jabba's side, couldn't push away the truth. With a whisper that Jabba could barely hear, Leia answered.
"Yes."
Laughing at her answer, Jabba grabbed her chin and made her look at him. Bellowing with glee, Jabba said, "Speak louder, my pet, so we can all hear you!"
"YES! I DID! I LIKED MY REWARD!" Leia exclaimed, tears running rivers down her face. She had betrayed Han and admitted what Jabba said was true. She was tired of this endless war. She had been fighting for so long and she had started fighting when she was so young. she was just so tired of it. She wanted to give up her responsibilities. She wanted someone to protect her, to take care of her. Han couldn't do it. She was in this mess trying to rescue him!
Sobbing, Leia buried her face in Jabba's pudgy shoulder, curling up as best she could against him. Jabba simply laughed and held her close, like he was trying to comfort her. He was close, he could tell. Leia had tried to deny what she wanted but she couldn't anymore. Just one final push and she would be his.
Cuddling his crying pet, Jabba caressed her naked body until she calmed down. The court enjoyed every minute of the Princess's breakdown while her fellow slave girls simply looked on with empathy.
Soon, Leia stopped crying so heavily, but she still sniffled occasionally. It felt good to get that weight of the truth off her chest. All that was left was what was going to happen next.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, my pet. But, that was only a prelude to what happens now." Jabba said. Leia was stunned. What was going to happen now?
Jabba shifted his body until he was reclining back, his head supported by the back of the arm-rest on his throne, his tail draped over the front and dragged across the ground. Leia saw a small slit she hadn't seen before. It must have been hidden by the rolls of fat on his front. From the silt, something long, thick began to emerge. Leia's mouth gaped open in shock as she saw Jabba's cock slither out his sheath. It was pale pink, bumpy, covered in sludge with a flared head. Precum was already leaking out his shaft.
Leia couldn't believe what she was seeing. She didn't think Hutt's had genitalia at all! The smell emitting from his cock stung at her nose. And she thought Jabba smelled bad. Despite the smell, Leia's pussy started to moisten again. Biting her lips, Leia looked back at Jabba, who was grinning widely at her.
"Yes, this is what you deserve, my Princess. Grasp it in your hands." Jabba ordered. Leia gulped but did as she was told. Taking a hold of Jabba's cock, Leia struggled to get a grip, It was slippery, and her fingers couldn't even fully wrap around it. Jabba groaned at the feeling of his slave's soft, slim fingers on his shaft. That green Twi'lek, Oola or whatever her name was, had resisted so much the first time he exposed his cock to her. She had to be choked until she was gasping for breath and beaten with his tail before she would touch him. She had cried the entire time. Leia, on the other hand, though she looked with shocked disgust, there was a desire burning in her eyes.
Without being ordered to, Leia started stroking Jabba's cock up and down, feeling every thick bump as her hand glided over his shaft. She was utterly mesmerized by it. While Jabba could have enjoyed his slave fondling his cock, he was eager to sink it into her wet little pussy. It was why he gave her cunnilingus to begin with. It was to open up and loosen her tunnel so he could slide his cock in easier. Sure, he could have just forced his cock in her to start with, as he had done with other, more disposable slaves, but Jabba wanted her to want it. It was part of the fun to bring a noble woman to the point she willingly slammed her pussy down on his dick.
Grabbing her by the hips, Jabba moved Leia until she was straddling him, her pussy hovering over his cock. Her hands sank into his chest for purchase. There was utter silence in the audience chamber as everyone waited for the real fun to begin. Breathing heavily, Leia couldn't stop herself from lowering her pussy until the lips brushed against the head of Jabba's dick. Even as loosened up as she was by Jabba's tongue, it would still be a tight fit.
Once more, a war raged in Leia. Part of her, a very small part of her that had been beaten down by days of groping, the dance, tongue fucking and admittance of her weakness that wanted to run away. She knew if this went any further she wouldn't be able to come back. She would be forever changed. Her virginity would be taken by a Hutt and she would be ruined for anyone else. She would be ruined for Han.
But another part of her, the part of her hidden deep within and given strength by the depravity and hedonism of Jabba's Palace, wanted this so badly. She wanted to be fucked and broken by a slug gangster in front of his cronies. She wanted to truly belong to him. That part of her smothered the little fire of her pride left. She looked desperately at Jabba, who laughed and licked his lips. Leia mimicked him, licking her own lips in response.
Shifting his hands to her ass, Jabba lowered Leia until the head of his cock just barely pushed past her vaginal opening. Leia gasped and moaned. She was shaking in excitement. Jabba adjusted himself and spoke again to Leia, lust covering his deep, rumbling voice.
"You. Are. Mine."
And with that declaration, Jabba slammed Leia down on his cock.
Deep down within the depths of Jabba's dungeons, Lando Calrissian leaned against the wall next to a cell door. Within the cell sat Han Solo and his first mate and friend, Chewbacca. The cell was small, dark and wet, which irritated the Wookie's fur. Han, still suffering from hibernation sickness, shivered with the cold that just wouldn't leave him. The darkness of the cell didn't bother him too much, he was blind and would be until he recovered from his stint as a wall decoration for Jabba.
Lando had been assigned to guard the dungeons while a party was going on upstairs. Apparently, Leia was going to be the dancing star of the show. Lando was annoyed he couldn't be there. Not because he couldn't see the Princess dance, (Not that he wouldn't have minded, under better circumstances.) but because he couldn't be there to offer silent support. He couldn't do anything to stop whatever Jabba had planned for Leia, but at least she wouldn't be alone, surrounded by all those scumbags. C-3PO was useless as moral support.
Lando sighed as he looked at his friend suffering in the dark. He still thought this whole scheme to save Han was completely insane. Tangling with Jabba the Hutt was not great for your health, as far as Lando was concerned. But he couldn't stand by and not do anything. It was his fault Han was even here to begin with, so Lando had to do what he could to help save his friend.
He had been disguised as a guard for a couple of weeks now, learning the comings and goings of the Palace. Initially, Lando had hoped he could slip into the audience chamber one night, free Han and get the hell out of here. But, he knew they would never make it out of the room before the entire Palace would be on top of them. So that was why he kept his head down and stuck to the plan that Skywalker kid came up with.
But, as far as Lando could tell, it seemed like the plan was going off the rails, now that Leia had been captured and enslaved. Luke had suggested that Leia sit this one out. Having grown up on this dustball of a planet, he knew Jabba's reputation and his taste in girls. This place was dangerous enough as it is, especially for a woman as beautiful as Leia. But, she wouldn't hear anything about staying behind while everyone else rescued her man. Lando had to admire her loyalty. Han found a good woman.
"Lando, you there?" Han asked, his throat dry and scratchy. He was barely given enough to eat and drink in the past couple of days he'd been stuck here.
"Yeah, I'm here, buddy." Lando replied, looking into the cell through the small window on the door. He could see Han, but Han couldn't see him, on account of his blindness.
"Gotta say, I'm surprised you're risking your neck like this. How many credits did it take to sway you?" Han snarked. Lando chuckled in response. Good to see his friend hadn't lost his attitude.
"I'm doing this pro-bono. The least I could do after getting you into this mess in the first place."
"No, it's my fault," Han said, his tone growing frustrated. "I kept putting off giving Jabba his damn money. Now I'm stuck in here, blind and useless while that slimeball is doing who knows what to Leia."
Lando hesitated. There was no point sugar-coating it. He and Han knew Jabba had a thing for pretty humanoid women, and Leia was as pretty as you could get. And she was a Princess to boot. Han knew Jabba wouldn't stick Leia in a cell like he did with him and Chewie. He wouldn't be able to resist sticking a collar around her neck.
"Han, you gotta stop thinking about that," Lando said. Han looked like he was about to argue, but Lando went on before he could start, "All you're going to be doing is working yourself up. Yeah, it's bad, but your girl is stronger than durasteel. There's nothing Jabba could do to her that's gonna break her. Once Luke comes, we're all going to get outta here and we can put this whole thing behind us."
Han struggled to say something, but he let out a breath and slumped down. A small, loving smile appeared on his face when he thought of Leia.
"Yeah, you're right. It's gonna be tough, but Leia's stronger than whatever Jabba can throw at her."
Chewbacca roared in agreement. Han and Lando laughed merrily.
"You said it, pal," Han said. "Nothing's gonna break her."
"OHHHH! MASTER! IT FEELS SO GOOD!" Leia hollered out as she rode Jabba's cock. The heavy shaft filled her pussy so completely. The bumps on his shaft rubbed against her tight pink walls as she slammed herself down to the base of his dick again and again. A bulging outline of his cock could be seen on her lower stomach. Her juices and the slime on Jabba's dick provided plenty of lubrication where it could easily side up her opening to hit her womb.
When Jabba slammed Leia on top of his dick for the first time, all the breath had been stolen from her lungs and she let out a soundless cry. She had felt so full she couldn't move. Leia didn't have much time to recover before Jabba pulled her up off his cock slowly, letting her feel every inch grind against her insides. He pulled her until the head of cock was left in her pussy. Chortling, Jabba pushed her back down on his dick again. He kept repeating this, pulling her up and pushing her down, using her like a cocksleeve.
Jabba's tongue rolled out of his mouth and drool ran down his front as he fucked his slave Princess. She was so tight around his cock, her velvet-like walls squeezed against his shaft, like it never wanted to let it go. It was a struggle to move his cock up and down within her hole, but eventually she loosened up enough it was easier to do so.
Jabba kept this up for a while until he abruptly let go of her hips and stopped moving her. Leia was confused and frustrated. Why did her master stop fucking her? Jabba gave Leia a knowing look and Leia suddenly understood what her owner wanted. He wanted her to fuck herself on his cock. Well, Leia wouldn't disappoint her master.
Balancing herself by placing her hands on Jabba's and stretching her legs to straddle his midsection as much as she could, Leia lifted her backside and shoved her pussy back down on Jabba's cock, whimpering in pleasure. She went slow at first, but began to pick up speed and soon she was all but beating her pussy with his cock.
All around the Hutt master and his slave Princess there was basically an orgy going on in the throne room. Slave girls were being fucked left and right in all their holes, gang banged by all manner of creatures. The stink of sweat, cum, beer and spice filled the room. Other criminals simply watched the chaos, openly jerking off to the sight. Salacious B. Crumb, Jabba's Kowakian monkey-lizard and court jester cackled from the laughter, enjoying the degeneracy.
Leia kept fucking herself on Jabba's meaty pillar, openly sobbing with sheer joy as she gave into the depravity. The former proud Princess was gone, replaced by a true Hutt slut. She could feel herself approaching another wonderful orgasm. Jabba himself wasn't too far behind. Unable to hold himself back, Jabba started thrusting himself upwards, as much as he was able to, adding onto Leia's bouncing. Leia could feel herself getting closer, closer, closer…!
"OHHHHH! MASTERRRR!" Leia screamed as loud as she could as she came, being heard over the overwhelming noise of the court themselves. Hot love juice crashed against Jabba's pole, still plugged inside her. This drove Jabba over the edge and he pulled Leia to him until she was laying across his chest, her face pressed into his chins, smothering her screams of ecstasy.
"UGHHHH!" Jabba groaned as he too came. Hug gobs of cum spurted out his cock, flooding Leia's pussy tunnel, battering her womb and staining her inner walls. His thick, greenish coloured sperm oozed out Leia's plugged hole in goopy streams, flowing down the base of Jabba's tail to pool on the ground below.
Jabba and Leia stayed like that for a good long while, simply listening in on the ongoing party around them. Leia nuzzled against Jabba's face, rubbing her cheek against his chins, kissing and licking the slime and drool smeared across them. Jabba chuckled at his pet's loving affections as he stroked her back. She would be a good slave, that was certain.
As Leia nestled against him, Jabba wondered what he should do with her former lover, Solo. Perhaps he could have him re-frozen in carbonite and placed back on his wall. He did make for a pretty good decoration.
Or maybe Jabba could wait until Solo's eyesight returned and make him watch as he fucked his woman again and again in front of him until she was cum-stuffed mess. It would be delightful to see Solo's despair as he sees the Princess cum for the superior Hutt. Once Solo broke down in anguished heartbreak, Jabba would grant him mercy and send him to his death in the Rancor pit.
He could even have Leia push the button to the trap door herself.
Oh well, Jabba would think of something. He had already beaten Solo by stealing Leia away from him. There was nothing better than fucking another man's woman.
As for Skywalker, Jabba knew the boy would come sooner or later. He wanted the boy to see what Jabba had done to the Princess, how he claimed her for himself and broke her into a loyal slave girl for him. Then, Jabba would teach the wannabe Jedi what happens when you mess with Jabba the Hutt.
The gangbang went on for a good while but began to wind down around midnight. The audience chamber was an utter mess. All sorts of fluids were spread all over the floor, dripping through the grating in the middle of the room. The unconscious bodies of slave girls that had been fucked silly were left either sprawled here and there or clutched tightly by sleeping court members.
Jabba looked down at Leia. Her eyes were barely open as she lay limp on his chest. Jabba was feeling tired himself. It was time for sleep. With some effort, Jabba managed to pull his deflating cock out of Leia's pussy and it slithered back into his pouch. A waterfall of cum drained out her wide open hole. Leia's pussy would recover from her Hutt fucking, but she would never feel pleasure from a puny humanoid cock again. Especially not Solo.
Jabba sat back up and watched as Leia slid down his front to lay in a pile of cum in front of him. Her pillows were absolutely stained with cum, drool and slime. Leia didn't really care about the mess in her sleepy state. She curled up onto the pillows and pressed herself against Jabba's belly. In a matter of seconds she was fast asleep. Jabba coiled his tail around his sleeping slave, stroking her thigh with its ribbed length.
Settling back against his throne, Jabba closed his eyes and soon began to fall asleep. Before consciousness left him, that old saying flashed in his mind and he smiled.
Once you go Hutt, you never go back.