Sara travelled through the streets of Mos Eisley, trying to stay as inconspicuous as she could. Her boss who had remained on the ship they had arrived in had given her the coordinates to the meeting place where she was to sort out a transaction on his behalf. As a precaution, she had disguised herself as a hooded stranger; covered in a brown cloak over her black shirt, blue pants and brown boots. She passed many different aliens in the streets who paid who took no notice of her presence which she felt fortunate about, glad that she had not been grabbed by any of these possibly dangerous figures around her, especially seeing that she was on her own. She eventually arrived at her, stopping out the front of a small looking building that guarded by two rough looking human individuals who were more properly dressed in attire for the planet's desert climate consisting of a lightly armoured torso, brown pants and black boots. As she approached them, she began to feel a little uneasy, but did her best not to show it.

"I just have to get this transaction done and then I can leave. I can do this." She confidently thought to herself. As she expected, the two guards stopped her from proceeding any further, using the pikes they held to block her path.
"I'm here on behalf of my boss to fulfil a transaction with your boss. These are the details about it." She said, handing one of the guards a small electronic device she grabbed out of the pocket of her cloak. The guard examined it whist the other opened the door and went inside. A few seconds later he returned with a pale, white skinned male Twilek garbed in a dark blue cloak and wearing a darkened top, pants and shoes. He looked straight at Sara who repeated herself.

"Hi, I am here on behalf of my-"

The Twilek raised his hand and Sara fell silent, not sure as to whether to continue with what she was going to say or not. He then gestured to the other guard who handed him the device she had handed them and examined it closely. After a few seconds of awkward silence, the Twilek finally spoke.

"So you have come to fulfil Rester's 'transaction' with my master?" He asked her, speaking in Huttese. Being well versed in several known languages in the galaxy, Sara understood him and replied with, "Yes… with your master." realising in that moment that the Twilek was not the individual she had been told to meet with. The Twilek moved closer to Sara and reached his hand out for her hood making Sara feel more nervous about the situation. She quickly responded and stopped him from grabbing her hood, swiping his hand away.

"Shall we go then so we can get this transaction done and not keep your so called master waiting?" She suggested, trying her best to keep the situation on track. Being in this kind of dangerous area of Mos Eisley, she just wanted be done with the transaction as soon as possible. She knew that she returned to Rester at the ship, she was surely going to have a serious talk with him requesting this of her. It was not out of character for her boss to request his dignitaries to take on such transactions with their many contracts, but this one was feeling like it was out of her league. There was just something unnerving about this place that she could not put her finger on, only that she kept feeling like she was never supposed to visit a place like this in her life. The Twilek broke her train of thought when he agreed to take her to meet his master, gesturing for her to follow him inside. She entered the building and found a small open area that was well lit and connected to a number of hallways, all covered in sandstone walls and roofs just like the outside of the building was. The sand covered surface inside the building felt no different to the terrian outside either. She looked around and saw a couple of couches lain with grey and white coloured cushions upon them.

"Wait here while I inform my master of your arrival." The Twilek told her, before he made his way out of the room and down the hallway on the left side. Sara sat down on the soft couch, feeling quite at home and waited patiently for him to return. While she waited she wondered who this master was.

"In the fact of her never returning to such a dark, musty place like this ever again, I guess it doesn't really matter." She said to herself. It wasn't long before the Twilek returned and Sara immediately got up off the couch the moment she heard him return.

"My master is ready to do the transaction now. This way." He told her, once again gesturing for her to follow him. Sara gladly obliged, following him through the hallway that was just as well lit as the rest of the place that ended at a dead end guarded by two muscled, pig-like Gammorean Guards. Sara felt a small shiver run down her spine at the sight of them dressed in upper torso armour, brown furry shorts and sandals on their massive feet. They grunted and continued to guard the door behind them with their large axes they held in their hands. The Twilek ordered them to move aside and the guards did as they were told without question. One opened the door and allowed the both of them to pass through into a quite larger open room. Sara looked up at the roof in the centre of the room where a roof light lit up the place that was accompanied by a small number of individuals of different alien species. Sara was led further inside and as she stepped down a small step and entered the centre of the room, she looked up and saw a large, slug like creature sitting on a fairly flat, stone dais. It's large, round, copper eyes looked to the Twilek who moved to it's side and whispered something to it. After the Twilek had finished whispering to it, it's eyes darted straight to Sara who became nervous.

"So you have come to fulfil Rester's transaction with me have you?" It asked in its deep booming voice. Sara cowered at the creature's intimidating voice, but still tried to reply as bravely as she could.

"Yes… I, I have. I have, come on behalf of my boss to fulfil the trans… transaction with you."

The slug's eyes widened and it began to lick it's large mouth with it's slimy, elongated tongue before it spoke again.

"My dear. I cannot see your face. Remove that silly hood so we can converse in a proper manner."

Sara hesitated at first, not wanting to let this ugly creature look directly at her face.

"Don't be shy. I'm only asking for you to properly address me. Do you disrespect other clients in this same way?" It asked her. Sara flinched at his words for they sounded kind on the surface, but beneath they felt like they hid something worse.

"What could it hurt?" She thought to herself, eventually agreeing and removing the hood off of her head, revealing her Caucasian skin and long blonde hair tied in a pony tail, now flowing down her back. The slug smiled slyly.

"That is better my dear. Now we can talk properly. We have not had the chance to be acquainted yet. What is your name?" It asked her. Sara took a slight step back out of fear but gathered what courage she had in her and answered, "Sara, Mister…"

"The Great Jabba the Hutt. I am the leader of this planet." Jabba told her. He then turned his attention to Bib beside him who still held the device containing the information about the transaction.

"Bib! Show me the device!" He ordered, sending a loud booming sound through the room and causing Sara to jump from the fright. Bib immediately handed Jabba the device who examined it closely, making sure he did not miss a single detail. Everyone in the room including Sara remained silent the whole time he examined it, waiting for him to finish. When he finished reading it, he handed it back to Bib and the similar sly grin crossed his pudgy face; his eyes turning to slits for only a split second, making Sara feel more uncomfortable being in he's presence.

"I see. Rester does owe me a lot of money. Did you know that my dear?" He began.

"I was not aware that he did Jabba. I'm clearly not meant to have knowledge of my boss' transaction or in this case who he owes money to." Sara replied, trying to everything she could to keep her confidence that was slowly disappearing.

"Do you know how he intends to repay me?" Jabba asked her next; the evil grin growing along his wide maw.

"I do not. Like I said, I'm not allowed to know how he pays his debts. I have not even been allowed to access the information on that device. Rester just told me that I was to come here and complete the transaction then be on my w-"

"Well it seems like you won't be getting on your way after this transaction is done my dear." Jabba stated with a wide grin. Sara's worries grew from the sound of that. What had Rester done? What was the reason for her being the one to deal with this transaction and not him? She began to feel like she knew the answer but felt the denial stopping her clear realisation.

"What do you mean?" She asked him, acting like she did not understand. A round of snickering began to burst out from the audience in the room as Jabba answered her.

"It appears my dear that this transaction was for him give you as payment for his debts. And I must say from the look of you, I must accept his payment."

Sara's eyes widened at the reality that struck her. There was no way this could be true. Was he really that desperate to settle his debt that he'd use her as payment?

"You must be mista-"

Sara was interrupted by a transmission coming through. There was no hologram, only a voice that Sara identified all too well.

"Greetings Exalted Jabba." He began.

"Greetings Rester, I hope you are well?" Jabba asked in a half sarcastic tone. The whole room laughed along with Jabba in his deep booming laughter that made Sara flinched more. She listened as the events unfolded.

"I take it my associate is there with you right now?"

"Yes she is. She is beauty and a dignitary at that. Very valuable indeed." Jabba retorted. Sara had to know the truth, this had to be a misunderstanding.

"Rester! This has to be a misunderstanding. This transaction wasn't to use me as payment for your debts!?" She asked. A few seconds of silence passed before Rester spoke again.

"I'm sorry Sara. I had no other choice. This will pay my debt and give Jabba a valuable merchandise. See you."

The transmission ended there. Sara fell to her knees, tears welling from her eyes.

"You bastard. How could you do this? I have been so loyal and you do this to me." She said to herself.

"You see my dear. All of it is true and now you belong to me."

Sara looked back up at Jabba in anger.

"Never."

She jumped to her feet and headed straight for the door.

"GUARDS!" Jabba yelled. The two Gammorean Guards barged through the door and grabbed Sara, forcing her to the ground. Sara struggled to fight back, pushing and kicking as much as she could. It was all in vain for the guard's strength was to much for her to break through.

"Bring her to me!" Jabba bellowed and Sara stopped fighting back. The guards lifted her to her feet and carried her over to Jabba eagerly awaiting her. As soon as she was face to face with the ugly slug Jabba smiled at her, seeing the hope of getting away leaving her eyes.

"That was a bold move my dear but there is no way I would ever just let a beautiful dignitary like you just leave my sight."

Sara stared angrily back at him and spat in his face.

"Go to hell." She said. Jabba's smile disappeared and he grew annoyed. She showed a lot of fierceness in her that he would enjoy breaking. He could not let this minx of a creature disrespect him like that in his presence. She would surely have to be taught a lesson. He ordered the guards to move her back to the centre of the room. They did so without question and Sara believed that she had bested this monster. There was no way she would show anything so grotesque any respect. Once they had her in the middle of the room in front of his dais, he ordered a few more Gammorean guards to enter. Four more guards entered the room and surrounded Sara. She looked around at all of them, waiting to fight which ever one dared to come anywhere near her. Her attention was quickly turned back to Jabba when he spoke again; his voice sounding of a deepened, angered tone that made you cower.

"I gain new merchandise and it disrespects me. Now what to do with merchandise that misbehaves and shows no respect to it's Master…" Jabba began. Sara was not liking this one bit. Maybe under the circumstances it was a bit too far of a move to spit in Jabba's face. Now she was starting to regret having done so. "I will give you one last chance. Apologise to me or continue to misbehave in my court and by punished." Jabba explained. Sara thought she had dodged a bullet and gladly accepted to just apologise for her actions. It seemed simple enough.

"Okay Jabba. I will apologise. I'm sorr-"

Jabba boomed out a loud grunt, stopping Sara from finishing.

"You will apologise with your actions. First, get down and bow to your Master." Jabba ordered. Sara slowly obliged, getting on her knees and bowing to Jabba. She was about to apologise when Jabba silenced her again. "Now, beg for your forgiveness and what a merciful Master I can be." Now this was beginning to feel sickening. Sara felt a pit begin to form in her stomach and she repeated, rather hesitantly.

"Jabba-"

He stopped her again.

"I AM YOUR MASTER!"

Sara cringed and said in a frightened tone, "Master… I apologise for my action in disrespecting you and beg you be forgiving of me." hoping that was satisfying enough. She sat there still, her head down waiting for Jabba to answer.

"How will you show your merciful Master that you are truly sorry for disrespecting me so?" Jabba asked her. How? How was she able to? What was this beast really requesting of her?

"I promise to never disrespect you again." She answered.

"How will you show that you are truly sorry though?" Jabba repeated again, this time in a more firm tone.

"How? I don't know how to show you?"

Jabba stayed patient and decided to explain more explicitly.

"Well start by showing me all you have to offer under that cloak. I own you and yet I have not properly seen all that I now own." He stated. Sara looked back in shock. He couldn't mean for her to remove her cloak. Jabba's patience was starting to wear fin so he decided to speed up the process. "Remove that clothing that hides your body, or I will have my guards here rip it off of you themselves. What will it be?"

Sara turned and subtly looked back at the circle of guards awaiting her decision. She did not feel comfortable undressing in front of so many strangers, let alone Jabba himself. Yet she did not want to be ravaged and defiled by these ugly pigs who looked very much like they would delight in ripping her bare. They also would not stop at the cloak either.

"Well? What will it be?" Jabba asked her, trying to show that he was patient. The answer was obvious.

"Fine, I will remove the cloak so you can see what lies underneath." Sara told him. She was about to remove the cloak when Jabba stopped her.

"Remove all you have to hide. Not just the cloak." He sternly stated. Sara froze from that order realising what Jabba really wanted. She couldn't. She couldn't let him see all of her, even if it meant just down to her undergarments.

"NOW!"

Sara jumped but still remained hesitant. She had no other choice. She did not want to give Jabba the satisfaction of allowing his guards to overpower her.

"I am. I'm just nervous okay!" She yelled back in defiance. Jabba decided to try and ease her nervousness.

"Don't worry. We should all enjoy the assets you have to offer me and my court." He mocked. Everyone in the room laughed at his remark and Sara's cheeks turned red. She decided to not delay it any longer and began removing the cloak off her back and dropping it behind her. Next she removed the shoes and socks off of her feet and the moment her bare feet touched the metal floor, Sara jumped from the cold surface. She quickly recomposed herself moving her hands to her waist and removing the belt around her pants. She was intentionally doing the small things first delay the more risque attire she would have to remove later, but this move only further aroused Jabba and his guests that much more. Some began to cheer and cat call to her, wanting her to continue so much so Jabba had to silence them. As this was a punishment, he did not want to give her the satisfaction her undressing was giving him and his audience. Though he could not deny her beauty and sultry stripping. She looked like a professional, knowing exactly how to delay her audience in seeing more of her bare body. The display continued with Sara proceeding to grab the edges of her black shirt and lifting it up over her head to reveal her pale red coloured bra that had been hiding underneath it. She pulled the shirt straight off her head and dropped it on the floor with the rest of the already discarded pieces of clothing. Sara stopped for a moment, trying her best to get through the rest of the performance she was giving the crowd. The pants came next. She undid the button at the front and pulled her pants down her long, slender legs, having to bend down to take them off and revealing her pink coloured underwear now showing. The crowd did their best to stay silent and even Jabba himself could not help but start drooling the moment she took her pants right off and stood defiantly in her undergarments. He expected this and decided to play along for the time being.

"There. This is all I have to show you!" Sara bravely said. Jabba pretended to be satisfied, giving Sara a false sense of security, looking forward to the moment when her he would see that defiant stance leave her.

"And what a beautiful piece of merchandise you are with all of that alluring body you have to show me."

"Thank you." Sara replied, pretending to indulge the Hutt with his crude comments about her body and the fact of him referring her as merchandise. Jabba's smile slowly disappeared as he spoke angrily once more.

"Yet you lie my dear. You still have attire that conceals what you have to show me, so you have not yet shown me all that you have."

And there it was. What Jabba desired to see. Sara's bravery and defiance against his power broke in an instant.

"Show me all you have to provide or my guards will do it for you." Jabba ordered yet again. Sara had no choice. She laid her head down with her eyes closed, admitting defeat in resisting his intentions.

"Fine." She said.

"Slowly remove them." Jabba added. Sara looked up in shock, realising that all she had been doing is giving him and his perverted guests a strip show and this was the finale. Her hands moved from her sides and up to her back as she undid the straps keeping her bra in place. She then slowly and moved to the straps upon her shoulders, removing the left one first and then the right one down her arms and pulling the whole bra off, dropping it on the ground beside her. This gave Jabba a perfect view of her quite perky, 34 C breasts that looked untouched. A line of slime drifted from his large mouth and landed on his belly as he fantasised about what fun he would have squeezing and slobbering all over them. He came back to reality, not wanting to miss the moment he would gaze upon what would surely be an alluring love box between her legs. He did not have to wait long. Sara moved her hands to the edge of her underwear and slowly moved them past her crotch and smooth looking bottom, down her legs and to her ankles where she let go and stood out of them. Out of instinct, her right arm quickly covered her chest and her left hand reached down and covered her crotch from everyone's view. Jabba looked very pleased with Sara's bare form standing before him. Still she was shy and defiant in trying fruitlessly to hide herself from him which annoyed him. He ordered two guards to restrain her arms so he could get a proper look at his merchandise. Two guards behind Sara stepped towards her and grabbed each of her arms working hard to cover her body and forced them behind her back.

"Let me go now or I'll-"

"That's enough from my merchandise!" Jabba bellowed.

"Stop calling me that. I'm not-"

"Are you not? You were purchased by me and I now own you do I not? Also you have now shown me all you contain."

She could not deny that he had a point. Still She was not just a mere object that now belonged to him. People are not objects to be bought and sold like this. She struggled in the guards grasp, trying to break free of their hod until she heard Jabba's loud voice, forcing her to cringe and stay still.

"Bib!"

Sara suddenly felt something cold clasp around her neck and at the same time the guards released her. Sara tried to run but she then realised too late that something was pulling her back. She started to choke and turned around to face the long length of metal chain link connected to the gold collar now fitted around her neck. Her eyes slowly followed the chain links along the floor in front of her, up Jabba's dais being held by the slug himself. She noticed that the other end of the chain went behind Jabba's dais, figuring it had been connected somewhere behind where he sat. Jabba lightly tugged on the chain, shortening it's length, forcing Sara to walk towards him to stop from being strangled. Jabba's pulled the chain more, lessening it's length as Sara slowly walked closer and closer to eagerly awaiting her. The moment she was in the centre of the room, he stopped and belted out an order.

"On your knees slave."

Sara looked back with her eyes wide. Jabba yanked hard on the chain, causing Sara to feel a quick, sharp pain through her throat as he repeated his order. This time, a shocked Sara got down on her knees and waited for Jabba's next order.

"Crawl to your master slave."

Sara looked back up in shock. She could not believe what she was hearing come from his disgusting mouth. She is a woman, not some pet he can drag around on her knees. Jabba tightened the length of the chain on her again and she reluctantly obliged, crawling on her hands and knees towards Jabba's dais and up to him like some kind of house pet.

"That wasn't so hard now was it slave?" Jabba asked her with a dark grin on his face.

"No." Sara defiantly answered. Jabba roughly tugged on her chain again.

"No, Master." He said.

"No… Master." Sara repeated. Jabba's mouth opened and he let out a loud belch through the room right in Sara's face.

"Ughhh!" Sara remarked, gagging and almost throwing up from the foul stench from Jabba's mouth. Jabba laughed maniacally at Sara's reaction and proceeded to stick his long slimy tongue out to her. Sara slowly recovered from the smell and when she saw his tongue come for her next, she placed her hands on the rough, saliva encrusted surface of the Hutt's belly to push herself as far away from the gross appendage now before her. Jabba had waited all day and now that he had her he would not be denied. To Sara's displeasure Jabba kept her face close with the chain taut and placed his tongue over her left cheek first, moving across her face to the right side of her beautiful face, leaving a trail of slime across it. All Sara could do was moan and groan in disgust and hope he would stop his assault on her face soon. Jabba retracted his tongue from her face and Sara looked back at him with anger and fear in her eyes; the slime slowly dribbling from her chin.

"If you thin-"

To Sara's surprise, Jabba quickly stuck his tongue right into her own mouth and his pudgy hands grabbed the sides of her waist to hold her still while he proceeded to penetrate the inside of her mouth. Sara struggled to break free of Jabba's grasp but he was too strong. His tongue continued to writhe around within her mouth, tasting every inch of her mouth and filling it with his own saliva. As soon as he was satisfied, he retracted his tongue back into his own mouth and watched Sara cough and gag, spitting out all the saliva he had put in there. The crowd laughed along with Jabba at her broken sight.

"Mmmmm... that was a very delicious taste you have my lovely. I wonder how the rest of you will taste."

Now that Jabba was satisfied with inspecting his new merchandise, he ordered for them to return home, keeping Sara naked and close to his side the whole way there.