Oola twirled and leapt around the dingy space, gracefully avoiding the wandering hands of the audience. As she followed the all too familiar routine, the young Twi'Lek reflected on her situation. Life under Jabba's rule, while harsh and humiliating, she supposed was at least a bit easier in comparison to what she could be enduring.
From priceless jewels to Sentients, all Hutts loved surrounding themselves with pretty things. And while they will gladly leer at and even grope their entertainers from time to time, no self-respecting Hutt would ever 'sully' themselves by actually having sex with someone outside of their species. And due to their immense pride, they certainly wouldn't let anyone else 'use' their toys either.
So even as she was forced to dance in this awful outfit day in and day out for the past five years, at the very least, she had avoided the nightmare of becoming a 'pleasure slave'. A number of the other girls had shared horror stories from their own pasts and Oola still felt sick whenever she recalled them. Still though, being a filthy slug's source of amusement wasn't a dream come true, not by a long shot. The harsh tugging of her neck chain served as a reminder to that.
Oh, what she wouldn't give to escape this glorified prison.
Meanwhile, a dark figure strode through the grimy corridor that led to Jabba's throne room. The Monk Droids, with their higher sense of awareness, immediately scurried off as he passed. They knew, unlike the arrogant Bib Fortuna, this entity was not someone they could manipulate or add to their cult.
The rhythmic wails of electric instruments and incoherent shouts of drunken partygoers echoed off the shadowed walls. Though none of them knew it, they were trapped here.
Luke Skywalker, the usually kind and gentle soul, had no inclination for diplomacy today.
Lando's information had been good. More than, considering after only a few months, he had been able to give them not only holo-blueprints of the former war bunker but he also relayed detailed reports about the guards' schedule and habits. This combined with Luke's training of Leia in the Force had allowed her to easily slip in unnoticed and locate the central security room. The moment he sent her the signal, the entire palace would be on lockdown. Chewie too had arrived a few days beforehand under the guise of 'Jrrzaana', a Wookie bounty hunter that Chewie himself had apparently killed some time ago. He was currently in the throne room with Lando. R2 and 3PO were on standby, ready to fly The Falcon in for any reason.
Approaching the last set of stairs, he could just barely see the non-stop party in full swing. In the cacophony of noise, he could pick out the pained cries of a feminine voice. Reaching out to Leia through their bond in the Force, Luke asked her to wait ten seconds. Confident that she heard him and was ready, he didn't bother waiting for a response. As Luke stepped into the doorway, the two Gamorrean Guards finally noticed him. One let out a squeal as they raised their vibro-axes in unison but a flash of green followed by a sizzling sound quickly ended their clumsy attack. It also served as his announcement of arrival as practically every occupant in the room stopped what they were doing, giving all of their attention to the intruder as the pair of humanoid swine crumpled over, lifeless. A few of the lesser booze or drug-addled patrons were able to draw their blasters but a sober Chewie and Lando were faster.
Six more bodies hit the sand floor in quick succession.
Luke then entered the room properly, cloak billowing behind him and hood casting a shadow over his face. Among the many harsh lessons the young Jedi had learned during his battle with Darth Vader, the art of intimidation and a dramatic entrance had been an unintentional demonstration that should not be overlooked. Though he had not the imposing stature or menacing black armor of his biological father, Luke knew how to command a room. And this was punctuated when all of the open entrances suddenly slammed shut as he moved, a precession of loud clicks indicated that they had been locked and sealed. To those around him, it would seem as though Luke had done it without lifting a finger.
Oola watched in stunned silence as the dark figure seemed to glide over the floor. They held a column of emerald fire in their hand that illuminated the smoke-filled shadows. With a casual wave of their other hand, the durasteel clamp around Oola's throat fell to the dusty ground followed by herself. The dancer didn't even seem to notice though as her eyes widened, realizing what was happening. The green-skinned beauty may have only been a baby when they were supposedly wiped out but Oola remembered the stories from her childhood on Ryloth. Caped sorcerers wielding laser swords that aided those in need with strange powers and extraordinary feats of bravery.
...Jedi.
A Jedi had arrived. Oola was saved. Mere moments ago, she had been certain of her own death. Tired of being a plaything, she had flat-out refused to acknowledge the Hutt's desire of touching her. It no longer mattered that he didn't want to truly molest her, the fact she had to endure his slime-ridden hands on her body at all was gut-wrenching, and performing for these lowlives every single day had finally become too much. She had expected and even accepted her fate of being Rancor food when a Jedi arrives in all the dramatic fashion she had imagined as a child.
The Jedi moved closer to her, stepping into the pale spotlight. He was human by the looks of him, likely around her age, with a sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes that cut right through the dim atmosphere. The Wookie bounty hunter and, strangely, one of the human guards joined them in the center of the room.
"They must be his spies," she thought. It only made sense he would have at least one person on the inside for help. He held a hand out to her which she gladly accepted after finally registering the rough stone grate under her bottom. Before Oola could express her gratitude, an all-too-familiar roar ripped through the silence. She looked over to see Jabba repeatedly slamming his armrest where she knew the switch for the trapdoor to be. The dancer jumped a little, grabbing into the arm of her rescuer as she quickly looked down at the floor in momentary fear before realizing that it must have been disabled as the hatch didn't budge. Relief instantly flooded her system knowing that she would no longer have to fear for her life.
"Don't bother, oh mighty Jabba," Luke said, letting some of his disdain for the crimelord show through.
The heavy tributes and 'protection fees' Jabba had implemented long ago had put quite the strain on many moisture farmers of Tatooine, including his aunt and uncle while they had been alive. Not to mention the rampant crime and increase in slavery on the desert world had largely been both directly and indirectly caused by the Hutt's greed. He could vividly remember Aunt Beru in tears, talking to Uncle Owen about their financial troubles when they thought Luke had gone out to see his friends. The image of such a strong woman sobbing and the near-helpless look on the otherwise unflappable Owen's face as he held her threatened to make Luke's blood boil. The desire for revenge, to give in to the hate, was always just a hair's breadth away. It was a delicate line that the Skywalkers, it seems, were fated to toe. It took a considerable amount of effort to keep up the illusion of being a proverbial stonewall. "Jedi do not seek revenge, they seek justice..."
"Your castle is now under our control."
"Who are you," Jabba demanded in Huttese, "What slime dares to enter my palace?!"
"My name," Luke responded, lowering his hood. His voice was calm, confident, "Is Luke Skywalker, Jedi Knight. And if you value your life, you will hand Captain Solo over to me and release all those under your... service."
The last word carried a dangerous edge. Oola almost thought she saw his lip curl into a snarl but it was gone so fast, she could have just imagined it. Either way, it was very clear just how this Luke Skywalker felt about both the Hutt and slavery. That brought even more comfort to the Twi'lek dancer.
"A boy?! A damn boy comes into my home and makes demands of me," the Hutt raged, shaking his stubby hand at Luke, "Fool! You are no Jedi! Guards, kill this scum!"
A dozen guards moved towards the group, Chewie and Lando had their blasters raised and ready when the would-be assailants suddenly dropped their weapons and were lifted into the air as if strung up by invisible wires. Soon they began to claw at their throats, choking and gurgling sounds drifted through the musty air. Oola looked back at Luke to find his cold eyes staring directly at Jabba. The hand not occupied by his laser sword was raised slightly, looking as though he were trying to squeeze an invisible fruit with his fingers.
She knew he was using his Jedi powers, having heard many stories in her youth. But before she could admire his obvious strength, another sizzling sound caught her attention. Turning slightly, she watched as a chunk of the ceiling above Jabba broke away and fell with a loud crash. Another figure - another Jedi based on the azure-tinted laser sword they held - dropped down directly in front of the Hutt. She was slightly shorter than Oola, though looked to be around her age as well. The female Jedi was human like the male, sporting a similar style tunic and cloak but instead of the deep black and dark greys that covered the man, she wore shades of brilliant white and silver. Her brown eyes blazed with power as she held her sword to Jabba's neck.
Oola could hardly believe her luck... Two Jedi. Any doubt or fear the young dancer may have still had was immediately quelled. Two Jedi and their allies had come for her, for them, the slaves. For the first time in years, the Twi'lek felt her body relax. She was safe.
A few days later, Oola was safely aboard the Rebel flagship, Home One. She had gladly exchanged the humiliating mesh dancer's outfit for a comfortable white jumpsuit with purple trim. The orange and silver badge on her right shoulder indicated the Twi'Lek's new role as a medical assistant. While not a fighter, Oola had accumulated quite a bit of knowledge for treating injuries during her stay in Jabba's palace. So when given the option to either join the Rebellion or venture off into the galaxy as a free woman, Oola quickly found herself with a new job- an actual, meaningful job, and a new purpose in life.
After her second busy but fulfilling shift in the med bay, Doctor Rubiiya both thanked the young Twi'Lek and sternly instructed her to "enjoy [her] freetime for the rest of the rotation". Not knowing just how to do that, Oola found herself wandering the ship's corridors. The white, shining surfaces where a stark contrast to the dirty and smoke-yellowed walls of the palace, reminding her of just how much her life had changed in such a short period.
Oola soon came upon a hanger. Inside, she could see The Millennium Falcon with its ramp open, an X-Wing (probably Luke's), and... an Imperial Shuttle? "How did they get that?" she wondered. But her focus was soon directed to flashes of green and blue at the far side of the room. There, she found her Jedi rescuers engaged in what looked to be a fierce battle between them. Luke's measured and strength-based movements clashed brutally with Leia's immense speed and agility. It was like seeing the phrase "unstoppable force meets immovable object" come to life. Initially shocked that they were fighting so viciously after appearing to be rather close in the (admittedly short) time she'd known them, Oola's moment of near-panic was soothed over immediately when she heard them talking in-between strikes.
"Watch your feet."
"You're taking it easy on me."
"Don't hold the saber too tight."
"Don't change the subject."
"Leia, if I were 'holding back', you'd know."
They were just training, Oola realized, releasing a breath she didn't realize she was holding. They were simply practicing their sword skills. Of course. The young Twi'Lek continued watching the pair and soon became enthralled by the sight before her. The fluid and downright graceful way the pair moved with and against each other, Oola began to think they were dancing more than sparring at this point. The tight gray sleeveless shirts and matching athletic trousers clung to their sweaty bodies as they parried and slashed.
By the Celestials, they were just so... beautiful.
Luke with his lean muscles, hard jaw, and sky-blue eyes. Shaggy dark blond hair and visible scar on his chin gave the young man a slightly rugged yet kind appearance that Oola greatly appreciated. Though he was about average height for a human man, he exuded a silent confidence and strength that could intimidate even the most brutish Devaronian. Meanwhile, Leia's incredibly petite stature, soft face, and warm brown eyes framed by gorgeous dark brown hair tied up in a complicated knot, the former princess exuded the image of a fragile ceramic doll. But Jabba's dismembered head was the only clue Oola needed to know that sentiment was far from the truth. Leia was stunning, yes, but she was in no way helpless.
Oola would also come to learn that they were extremely intelligent, exceedingly kind but knew when to be stern, and they never lorded themselves or their abilities over the people around them. Despite being fully-fledged Jedi and high-ranking generals in the Rebellion, neither ever tried to overstep their boundaries by 'taking over' or even just developing an ego. Even with all the power and authority they held, they still treated those around them as equals and with respect, unless given a reason not to. After all that, was it really any wonder that the former slave had become so taken with the pair so quickly?
Oola's swooning was interrupted when she realized that they had stopped sparring and where now looking directly at her. She was much closer to them now than she had been and also realized that she had apparently approached the pair without meaning to. They were looking at her with mildly concerned expressions in-between heavy breaths, likely from the energetic practice session they just had.
"Did you need something, Oola," Leia asked, clipping her de-activated sword to her belt. Luke did the same.
Shaking her head, Oola replied, "N-no, General Organa! My apologies... I was just exploring the ship when I saw the two of you training. It was...very impressive."
The two Jedi shared a brief look before Luke inquired, "Are you settling in alright?"
"Yes, General Skywalker," she answered, "Thank you both again for everything you've done for me."
"Oola," Leia said, placing a hand on her shoulder, "What did I tell you about formalities?"
The young Twi'Lek had to fight a blush at the contact as she replied, "I-if it's not a formal situation, don't bother."
"Exactly," Luke offered a friendly smile, "In fact, we should be thanking you. Finally having another competent person on the medical staff has been a far bigger relief than you might realize."
Leia wore a similar grin, "I thought Doctor Rubiiya was going to cry in relief when I told her about your recruitment."
Now Oola was certainly blushing. Being genuinely appreciated for something more than her body was something she hadn't experienced in a long time and it showed with how the normally soft green skin of her cheeks were now tinged a darker shade.
Afterwards, if asked, Oola wouldn't be able to explain the sudden burst of determination she felt. Something about their glistening bodies and being in such close proximity to them, it seemed her body had made the decision her mind was too hesitant to make. Grabbing their hands, she lead them to the unoccupied Falcon's crew lounge. Once inside and the ramp was closed, Oola turned to face them, "I'm not doing this because I think I have to, I'm doing it because I want to."
With that, she grabbed Luke by the his shirt and smashed their lips together. His surprise at her actions was expected but sooner than she thought, he began kissing her back, hands going to her waist. Oola felt a fire being lit in her stomach, growing rapidly as she sank into the heady exchange. But before Oola allowed herself to melt completely, she pulled back and repeated the process with Leia. The former princess was even quicker to reciprocate, their tongues beginning to swipe against each other.
With a moan, Oola pulled back again, "I want you," she panted, summoning as much courage as possible, "both of you."
It seemed the duo could tell she was being honest. And in turn, it didn't take the lithe Twi'Lek very long to realize that the two of them had done this before. Of course, Oola would have no way of knowing how many, but it was obvious the two had bedded others at the same time before. As, in a flurry of exploring mouths and hands, she was soon divested of her uniform in between an equally naked pair of Jedi. Being roughly the same height, Leia's chest was mashed perfectly against Oola's. As they shared a heated kiss, the firm peeks of their breasts would rub against each other, sending sparks of electricity through their bodies. Luke's wiry muscles felt wonderful against her soft back, his lips on her neck as though she were a drug, and his member was hard and thick against her thigh.
"Please," Oola whimpered as Leia playfully bit her bottom lip.
Caught up in the sensual haze, the Twi'Lek hadn't realized they'd moved to the padded bench. Wanting- no, needing more, Oola gently pushed Leia down onto the seat, lips leaving the princess's mouth, trailing kisses down her throat and to her breasts. Taking a moment to admire Leia's assets, while not large, they were perky, wonderfully round, and capped with pale pink nipples. Unable to resist, Oola took one into her mouth. Using her lips, tongue and even teeth to lick, nip and worship the hard nub, Oola brought in her left hand to caress and tease the other breast. She was rewarded with soft, sensual moans coming from Leia's delicious mouth.
Meanwhile, Luke's mouth travelled down Oola's back, laying soft kisses along her spine, causing goosebumps to rise across her green skin. One hand rested on her hip while the other found its way to her hot center, his fingers tracing over the sensitive petals. Gathering the wetness already present, he brushed the pad of his middle digit over her clit, sending a jolt up the Twi'Lek's back. She whimpered again around Leia's nipple, the Princess's gentle but firm hand on her neck stopping Oola from separating. Leia's other hand traveled down her back before gripping one of Oola's soft cheeks while Luke took hold of the other. Spreading her open, Luke got an unobstructed view of what Oola had to offer. The valley that formed between the pillowy mountains that made up her bum. Her virgin asshole practically winking at him right above her tight, dripping sex.
"Go on, Luke," Leia breathed seductively, "She's been such a good girl, give her what she wants."
Humming in agreement, Luke lined himself up with Oola's entrance before burying himself to the hilt. He was rewarded with a lustful but muffled moan from the woman beneath him.
Luke gently deposited Oola onto her bed, careful not to wake the sleeping beauty in his arms. Placing the blanket over her now reclothed body, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead and sent soothing thoughts through The Force. Oola smiled in her sleep, curling up with her pillow as she drifted in her own little dream world.
Smiling, Luke silently walked back to the entrance where Leia was waiting for him. Closing the door before sharing a kiss, the pair went back to their own private room to continue the night's activities.
I may add more chapters to this if the demand is there. Feel free to request other lady characters you'd like to see Luke and Leia seduce lol