WHY LEIA NEVER SPANKED HER CHILDREN (AND NEVER WILL): a Star Wars fanfiction by Shadowgirl999.
During a live nude interview, Leia is asked why she is against spanking or diapering her children as punishment. The answer relates to her time as a slave girl, and the abuses she saw there. Rated M for sexual abuse, forced nudity, forced diaper use and humiliation, adults only.
Leia sat with her legs crossed in a ladylike pose, smiling as the cameras rolled for her interview and the crowd waited and died down their talking. The smile was in fact all that she wore, her lovely body bared for the cameras. Her firm breasts and strong hips belied her advanced age as her unshaven womanhood was hidden behind her crossed thighs, and she looked at the woman interviewing her. The princess's greying hair was done up in traditional hair buns, and she loved the feeling of it. Leia enjoyed being naked, but she felt more relaxed in front of women. It wasn't shyness, but there was something about being nude in front of a member of her own sex that made her more comfortable and she felt so confident in the power of womanhood, so Leia leaned back as the interviewer, a young purple Twi'lek woman of 20 years old sat down before her wearing only a translucent yellow dress and apparently, Leia could see, no underwear.
"And we are live with Princess Leia Organa Solo on today's story about her views on parental discipline. I'm Ryla Teracura with Galactic News." Said the interviewer. "We are curious, princess, what motivated you to pass the CAPCAM (that's Child Abuse and Pediatric Care of Abused Minors) Act?"
"Well, that's actually part of my being both a mother and a former sex slave." Leia said as she leaned back in her soft chair. "Having experienced the shame and degradation of being spanked myself, I would never mete it out upon children. To say nothing of diaper punishment, which my daughter Jaina has detailed in her new book 'How to dominate a diapergirl' which has shed light upon one of the lesser-known ways Jabba the Hutt tormented his slave girls."
She then inhaled deeply, gathering her courage. It had been so long, but she still felt ashamed thinking about her torments as a slave girl. Leia leaned back as her firm breasts heaved with her breath, her mind flashing back to her time in Jabba's custody.
"Such techniques have been known to cause shame, degradation and humiliation in young children, and have even been proven to cause children to become violent in later life." Leia said as she crossed her arms behind her head to rest herself. "And diaper punishment after being toilet-trained has been known to cause mental distress and even bladder control issues in adulthood due to trauma, leading to stunted mental development. Children are meant to be nurtured, cared for, and led to be developed into adults, not regressed as punishment, and using such techniques is unbecoming both as parents and as people in general."
She inhaled deeply as Ryla looked down at her datapad, pausing before asking the next question. Leia felt relaxed nude, and she knew it would be freeing to continue.
"Today is actually your 53rd birthday, is that correct?" Ryla asked, lightening the mood a little.
"Yes, and it brings a new meaning to the term 'birthday suit'!" Leia said, the crowd laughing with her. "In fact, it was exactly 30 years ago today that my feelings on spanking and diaper punishment were cemented."
"You are referring of course to your time as Jabba the Hutt's slave girl?" Ryla asked, curious. "How did that influence your decisions, if it isn't too personal?"
"I think by now everyone knows of my time as a slave girl, so I would say 'personal' a few miles back." Leia said as she cleared her throat and placed her hands on her crossed thighs. "It was one day, after a particularly embarrassing night on Jabba's throne…"
30 years ago…
Leia brushed her teeth in her golden bikini and spat in the sink wheeled in for her early in the morning, loathing the feeling of cold durasteel around her neck and against her back as her chains draped over her bare shoulders. Having never worn anything this exposing and skimpy in her entire life, not even in private, was taking its toll on her mental health and given the loincloth she was forced to wear, she was fearful of showing her bare vulva to strangers.
"Very good, princess." Jabba said as he leered at the bikini-clad princess as she leaned over to spit out the toothpaste, paying careful attention to her bare rear under the loincloth. "Now come back to your lord's throne."
Leia was tugged back to her master by her sharp chains, gasping as the collar choked her windpipe. She stumbled onto the throne and sat cross-legged on her master's dais as Jabba placed a hand upon her bare shoulder, the cold fingers making her skin crawl. She remembered being made to sit on the hand last night when Jabba wanted to feel her bareness beneath the loincloth she was forced to wear, his cold fingers and palm touching the defoliated lips of her vulva and cleft of her buttocks…the sensation made her stomach churn.
"If I am not misinformed, your birthday is in fact today, kahnkee." Jabba said with a grin as he squeezed her right breast. "Is that correct? Answer your lord and master."
"Yes, master." Leia said, shuddering at the touch of cold flesh on her bare skin. "Your slave had misinformed you before, though, when she said she was 23 at the time of enslavement."
"Such a mistake is acceptable, my lovely." Jabba said, his huge eyes staring into hers. "Now, let us begin the celebration!"
Jabba loved every opportunity to throw a huge party, and his favorite slave's birthday was a particularly special occasion. He clapped his hands as the Max Rebo Band started a lively tune, which Leia recognized as 'happy birthday,' and tugged her chains to make her stand as a huge cake was brought in by C-3PO, with several layers and 23 candles burning brightly as the song began.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU…HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU…YOU DRESS LIKE A FUCK TOY…AND YOU SOUND LIKE ONE TOO!"
Leia gulped in shame and bowed low, her disgust palpable at the perversion of her own birthday. She felt her bra rubbing her nipples, making her feel uncomfortably horny.
"Blow out the candles, princess." Jabba said with a grin as C-3PO passed by and set the cake on a large table he had wheeled in. "And do make a wish."
Leia looked at the cake with macabre fascination. The cake resembled her own body to a T, wearing the gold bikini and laying submissively in the pose she was always forced to sleep in. She gulped and, although she was no longer a child, made a wish silently.
"Please let Han and Chewbacca be safe." Leia thought as she bowed over the cake, her heavy brasserie hanging low with her breasts threatening to slip out from the bronze and gold cups. "Please let us all endure this captivity."
She blew hard, her strong lungs blowing out all the candles as the crowd applauded and laughed uproariously at the princess being treated like a child. Leia blew out all the candles as Jabba clapped his huge hands, making her chains slap against her face.
"I would think your 'birthday suit' is in order, princess, wouldn't you agree?" He said as he leered at the chained woman before him. "Take off your clothes. Do not worry, you will receive gifts that will adorn your body…"
Leia didn't like the sound of that. She slowly unhooked her bra top, then unclipped her loincloth, stepped out of her boots, slid the armband and bracelet off her arms, and placed them all on her master's throne. After she finished stripping, Leia set her gold outfit on the throne before sitting before him with her legs crossed in a ladylike pose as her bikini was whisked away to the glass case containing the mannequin it was stored on. Although she was now completely naked, Leia refused to show her shame before the crowd. Jabba grinned as he snapped his fingers and a huge slice of the cake was brought before Leia on a gold plate, making the princess gulp as she noticed the piece he chose for her was the one encompassing the depiction of her breasts.
"I have plenty planned for today, my kahnkee." Jabba said as Leia accepted the plate and looked confused at the lack of silverware. "And you have many gifts to receive, does this excite you?"
Leia didn't like the sound of that, but she nodded as she looked quizzically at the cake before her.
"Eat, princess." Bib Fortuna said as he pushed the plate to her face. "Silverware is for freepersons."
Leia gulped as she bowed her head and ate with only her mouth like an animal, her state of nudity adding to her humiliating, doglike state. She chewed the cake and licked the plate like a bitch, cleaning the plate as the crowd laughed at her naked, doglike method of eating. Leia's face flushed red at the act, being forced to eat like a dog, naked as an animal, was so submissive for her she wanted to cry. Jabba then pulled her upwards when the plate was clean, dabbing her face with a wipe and making her kneel.
"And now for birthday spankings, princess." Jabba said as he bent Leia over his tail. "One for each year. Count them."
Leia braced herself as a CRACK echoed through the chamber with her master's cold, clammy hand slapping her bare ass. She grit her teeth as another spank came, then another and another as the crowd laughed maniacally at her humiliating predicament.
"Count!" Jabba demanded as he slapped her naked ass. "From the beginning!"
"One…!" Leia said as she winced with the force from her master's spank. "Two…three…augh! Four…five…six…seven…eight…nine…ten…eleven…twelve…thirteen…"
She paused for a moment to catch her breath, broken out of her pause by another firm slap to her bare rear. Leia cleared her throat and continued, her face flushed red with shame and humiliation.
"Fourteen…f-fifteen…s-sixteen…seventeen-AUGH! Eighteen…nineteen…twenty…twenty-one…twenty-two…" Leia continued, pausing when her master's hand paused in mid-slap.
She turned to watch as Jabba grinned, loving the look of anticipation on her lovely face. Jabba then swung his hand down harder than any of the other spanks, making her yelp before she inhaled sharply to shout out the last number.
"TWENTY-THREE!" Leia screamed, her face burning almost as much as her rear did. "Thank you, master…"
The crowd laughed as Leia rubbed her bare rear, noticing Lando looking at her with pity from the crowd. She smiled at him as if to say I'm a big girl, don't worry about me to him, sitting nude on her master's tail as her reddened buttocks stung.
"Gifts are in order, princess." He said, clapping his hands. "Bring them!"
Leia watched in horrified anticipation as boxes were brought forth, gulping as she did not want to think about what her master would give her as a 'gift'. She picked up one and opened it as her hands shook, then pulled out the item. It was a rubber hooded mask resembling a baby doll face, and she shuddered as she looked at it. It was exactly her size, and she flushed red at the thought of wearing it as the crowd laughed at her.
"Please, goddess, let this be something halfway decent…" Leia prayed mentally as she opened another box.
Her hopes were to no avail as she pulled out a pink plastic bonnet, one sized for a woman her age. Leia gulped as she noticed the plastic was stiff on the sides and could potentially block her peripheral vision, like blinders on an equestrian animal. Leia slowly unwrapped another box, finding a pink plastic bib bearing the words BABY BOOBS on it in Day-Glo green lettering, realizing it was meant to be worn over a woman's bare breasts in lieu of a bra or crop top.
"Open this next, princess." Jabba said with a grin as he handed Leia a small box.
Leia's hands shook as she opened the box to find two pink leather mittens with no fingers, meant to render the hands wearing them useless. She gulped as she opened another box, revealing a pair of pink booties resembling pink Mary Janes, obviously meant to look like a little girl's shoes. Leia's other 'gifts' included a pink plastic miniskirt, pink stockings, a strange, dress-shaped harness made of hot pink plastic tubing with WIDDLE-WADDLER stamped onto the front, pink kneepads, pink elbow pads, a pink baby bottle, a huge pink pacifier with straps and a pink highchair, every reveal making her feel increasingly fearful by the moment.
"Here you go, princess." Jabba said with a grin as several slave girls wearing identical bikinis to Leias but with silver and blue coloring lifted a huge coffin-like wooden box on poles, the look of which made her gulp. "Your final gift, and one your new ensemble would not be complete without…"
Leia gulped in anticipation as she approached the box, her skin going cold as she had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that she knew what was inside. She approached as the box was set down and the poles withdrawn, shuddering as her firm breasts heaved with her choppy breathing. Leia reached down and lifted the lid, praying beyond all hope that she was wrong as to the contents of the container.
"…I know you have been most uncomfortable without panties in your fertility garment, so I have provided some appropriate undergarments for you." Jabba said with a grin as the Gamorreans surrounded Leia to let her dress. "Now won't you change into them and put on the lovely clothing your lord and master has provided for you?"
The crowd laughed uproariously as Leia stood up naked and picked up the 'undergarments' before sliding on the rest of her ensemble, every piece making her feel disgusted. When Jabba saw her slide the shoes on last, he cleared his throat and motioned to the guards to part like curtains, revealing what Leia wore for her birthday.
"Happy birthday, my lovely kahnkee." Jabba said as he licked his lips at the sight of Leia's new clothing. "Your new clothing certainly suits you."
Leia shuddered in horror at the sight of her new outfit. Her pink bonnet wrapped around her head and reduced her peripheral vision, acting like blinders so she could only see what was directly in front of her. The baby doll mask she wore rendered her speechless, and not only because it forced a dildo into her beautiful mouth. The pink bib over her bare breasts felt uncomfortable and given that her mammary glands were unsupported, they bounced under the soft plastic. The pink plastic 'frame' bearing the name WIDDLE-WADDLER that she wore under her clothing felt uncomfortable and forced her hips apart due to the rigid plastic tubes it was composed of, and the cutesy pink plastic miniskirt she wore over it did nothing to conceal her private regions. Pink plastic pads adorned her knees and elbows, and she didn't want to think of why she was wearing them. Leia wore padded pink mittens over her hands that rendered them useless, and she realized she couldn't even touch anything due to how thick the leather was. Her legs were encased in pink stockings attached to a pink garter belt, her feet were adorned with pink hard plastic booties resembling Mary Janes and she hated how effeminate they were compared to the military boots she usually wore, but that wasn't the worst part of her outfit. The worst…was yet to come.
"Now let us put on your new underwear, pretty princess." Jabba said as he directed Leia to a gynecologist's table that had been wheeled into the room. "Your new underwear and a little sample for your potential outfit should you disobey your lord. Come on, little girl, sit!"
Leia fumed at being called 'little girl', and the thought of her new 'underwear' made her shudder as she was lifted onto the table like a little girl. The crowd laughed as Leia was strapped in place, her thighs spread wide apart as her pink stockings added to the visual of her predicament. She felt the skirt being lifted, her crotch slathered with something greasy and then a soft powder shaken onto it as her anticipation built with every moment. Leia gulped as the 'underwear' was applied to her crotch before she was unbound from the table and made to stand.
"Stand up, little girl." Jabba said with a grin. "Stand like a big girl on your birthday."
Leia fumed inwardly, blushing furiously as she walked. She not only looked like a little girl in this costume, but her undergarments were even worse. Her 'underwear' was in fact, despite her best efforts to ignore it, pink plastic panties that covered a huge, thick, pink, padded DIAPER! Leia gulped and tried to move in the widdle-waddler, the rigid tubing forcing her to waddle like an infant as she felt the diaper cream and baby powder inside her diaper rubbing against her crotch. She gulped as she waddled towards her lord's throne, shuddering at the crowd who laughed and jeered and hooted at her. The diaper was soft and comfy, but the thought of wearing it in public made Leia feel like sandpaper between her thighs.
"Curtsy." Jabba demanded as he tugged her chains.
Leia curtsied, her plastic skirt puffing up to reveal her thick, crinkly, pink diaper as she did so. She felt her face flushing red with humiliation as she approached her master's throne, the bonnet making her feel isolated. Leia then sat on the throne at her master's bidding, sitting where he patted his huge hand on his belly.
"Come, my little princess." Jabba said with a grin. "Sit on daddy's lap."
Leia closed her eyes tightly, squatting as she realized the widdle-waddler made it impossible to even sit like an adult. She gulped as she moaned in shame into her muzzle, the rubber baby face mask making her feel horrified. The 'birthday party' continued as Leia sat in her disgustingly-pink baby outfit, the horror of her predicament making her heart pound.
"Your gifts look quite lovely on you, princess." Jabba said as he groped her rear through her diaper and plastic panties. "Do not worry, your lord prefers you in his fertility bikini than this, but this is a test for if and when you disobey your master. Or shall I say…daddy?"
Leia shuddered as her mittened hands shook, sweat soaking the inside of the padded bondage gloves. She felt as if she were a toddler at the oldest, rather than the 23 years she was in reality. Leia watched through the eyeholes in her babydoll mask as the 'birthday party' continued, gulping as the men engaged in disgusting displays of debauchery with slave girls. She shuddered as her master cleared his throat and slithered off of his throne, pulling her chains to tug her up with him.
"Time for daddy and baby to dance, kahnkee." Jabba said as he slithered onto the court floor, pulling Leia with him as he grasped her mittened hands in his own as some gentle music played that she recognized as 'Blue Danube'. "Dance with your lord and daddy."
Leia shuddered at the sexual implications of the term 'daddy', not to mention borderline-pedophiliac the way he leered at her in the pink diaper costume. She gulped as she continued the ballroom dance, the tubing of the Widdle-Waddler making it impossible for her to dance elegantly like a proper princess but rather hobble like a little girl learning her first dance. The memory made her eyes tear up as she remembered her father teaching her to dance after her dance instructor was out sick, wishing her father could have met Han…Han! The thought of Han made Leia sick, wishing she knew what was happening to him right now. Leia continued the dance as suckled her pacifier, her legs unable to form the proper pose as she realized with horror that with every twirl and pirouette that made her stiff plastic skirt puff up, she was revealing her diaper to the crowd! She gulped as she saw Lando looking at her with horror and Boba Fett's unreadable helmet, screwing her eyes shut and turning back to Jabba. Leia had no sight of the droids, and with her bonnet it was impossible to see them in her current position.
"Such a birthday shall be remembered for all time, princess." Jabba said as he held Leia's mittened hands and lifted one to make her twirl, Leia gulping as her stiff skirt puffed up again to expose her diaper and plastic panties. "A shame I did not catch you when you were younger, it would have been fun to see you blossom into a lovely woman, rather than reduce you as I do now."
Leia whimpered into her pacifier as she blushed in shame, the crowd snickering and pointing at her baby outfit to point out her exposed midriff and barely-concealed boobs under her plastic bib. She had never been more humiliated in her life and prayed this would be the only time she would have to wear diapers and such infantile clothing. Leia danced with Jabba as he slithered around the court, his tail whipping at her feet to make her dance sluttier and more revealing in her baby girl dress.
"You dance excellently, in a ladylike fashion." Jabba said as he licked Leia's face, making her shudder and moan in disgust. "However, I must teach you to dance in the style of a…less modest lady for my court eventually. I cannot have such a modest princess dance like a prima ballerina, I need a girl who is proud of her sex and her body and can show both off for the galaxy to see."
Leia shuddered at the thought of being in such a predicament, her diaper crinkling as she flushed red and gulped, nearly choking on her pacifier muzzle. She looked at her gold bikini in the glass case, the longing she felt for such a sleazy outfit disturbing her almost as much as the diaper outfit she now wore. Leia was snapped out of her own mind by Jabba tugging her chains and making her dance the infantile dance due to her inability to close her thighs, the rigid plastic tubing rattling as she danced in a clumsy, clownish style. She prayed she would not have to have her diaper changed and begged her body to allow her to remain dry down there, wishing such humiliation would not come true.
"I have another gift for you, princess." Jabba whispered, his voice making her skin crawl as she felt his breath on her ears. "A special treat for my baby girl."
Leia shuddered in anticipation as to what exactly it was. Having to wear such infantile clothing as a 'sample' was bad enough, having Jabba give her a 'treat' was horrible to think of. Leia prayed it was at least something less humiliating than her baby girl clothes.
"A chance to see your smuggler lover." He whispered as he twirled Leia again, the Mary Janes she wore clicking as she danced. "You do miss him, I can tell. So frustrating, being a virgin and being so close to the man you want to bed…"
Leia's heart lifted at the thought of seeing Han again, even if it was in this disgusting diaper dress. She continued the dance as the crowd softly hummed along with the music and mockingly kissed and cooed at Leia waddling in a babyish style, her diaper feeling soft but uncomfortable as she moved. Jabba then tipped her backwards, her skirt fluffing up to reveal the diaper and plastic panties as the crowd snickered softly.
"…who knew a virgin could be so horny for a man?" Jabba mocked as he ended the dance and removed her pacifier muzzle. "Now to meet Solo, princess. Do you have any requests for him?"
Leia followed her master's movements, bowing low and letting her firm breasts hang low in her plastic bib. The crowd laughed uproariously as Leia flushed with shame, following her master/daddy out of the court and down the hallway.
"I…I request Han and Chewbacca be cleaned and given some food." Leia said, praying Jabba was truthful in his granting her request. "They are no doubt filthy and need their strength."
She followed Jabba down a staircase that led down past the Rancor cage, shuddering and leaning into her master/daddy protectively as she saw the enormous crustacean clawing at the walls through the bars.
"Very well, princess." Jabba said, groping her bare back before replacing her pacifier muzzle. "Your birthday wish shall be granted."
Leia was terrified at the beast contained mere feet from where she was always kept chained, remembering her governess telling her stories about Rancors who ate little girls who don't go to bed on time. Being diapered and treated like a little girl reminded her even more of the old story, and as her diaper squished beneath her buttocks, Leia prayed that she would never, ever, ever have to wear such disgusting and borderline-pedophiliac clothing in her life. Jabba slithered closer as the door to Han and Chewbacca's cell was opened and Chewie was brought out muzzled and held by Gamorreans with durasteel poles attached to a spiked collar, his arms bound behind his back. Han was pulled from his cell blind and handcuffed, helpless as a baby.
"What's the matter, Jabba? You getting soft in your old age?" Han asked with the trademark sarcasm he was known for. "You planning on torturing us yourself, or getting your cronies to do it?"
"On the contrary, Solo." Jabba said with a grin as Han's cuffs were undone. "The princess's birthday is today, and she requested special treatment for the two of you."
The guards walked in and grabbed Han, followed by Melina Carniss. Leia did not like the lustful look in her eyes as she approached Han, and she wished she could stop her.
"And I intend to carry it out…" Melina said as she grabbed Han's face. "…to the letter."
The harem keeper grabbed Han, yanking his shirt off before undoing his pants and boots and throwing them to a guard behind her. Leia watched in horror as his underwear was tugged off, making Han shudder as his manhood was stiff in the cold air of the dungeon as Melina leered at him and licked her lips. Chewbacca was pulled off to the side and restrained with long bars attached to the steel collar around his neck, roaring in sympathy for his friend as he stood naked and filthy in the dungeon cell. His skin was pale from the carbonite poisoning, and she could tell his body had trouble regulating temperature after being frozen for a year, given how much sweat it produced.
"You know, I've seen dwarf mushrooms on Dagobah with more shaft than that!" Melina cackled, with Jabba and the guards joining in on the mockery of Han's manhood. "No wonder the princess hasn't bedded you yet, although she definitely wants it."
Leia was furious at the humiliation Han was undergoing, wishing she could reassure him. She moaned into her pacifier muzzle and stood next to Jabba, her booties at least being good protection from the sewage on the floors of the dungeons as her diaper crinkled.
"Come along, this way!" Melina yelled, shoving Han along as the naked smuggler was shoved towards the harem spa.
Leia watched as Han was pushed under a showerhead, the water hitting him as Melina sponged him down, paying careful attention to his penis and scrotum. Despite her mockery, Leia could tell the woman appreciated the look of Han's nudity. And what straight woman wouldn't? Leia felt guilty seeing him naked but was helpless to look away as her master held her head and pulled her close, her huge, thick diaper squishing under her butt as she leaned into him. She watched as Melina roughly scrubbed Han's body clean, groping his private parts as she did so, and then pushed him to his hands and knees naked, dragging him by a leash into the full-body dryer. Han was blasted with a buffet of balmy air, drying him off as he was then taken out into the corridors and pushed back into his cell nude, his manhood rock-hard from the cold air and touching.
"Your clothing will be returned to you when it is clean, smuggler." Melina said with a grin. "Although it's a shame to cover such a lovely body, I would love to join you in au natural couture…"
"Melina, do not allow your lust to cloud your mind." Jabba said with a smirk as he looked into the window of the dungeon cell. "The princess has worn au natural couture, and I think it looks far better on her…"
"Don't you hurt her…" Han said with a cough as Chewbacca was thrown in front of Leia, his fur now cleaned.
"You are in no position to demand anything, smuggler." Jabba said as he groped Leia's bonnet and waved to Porcellus as the chef entered the dungeon cell. "But on her birthday at least, she is safe. The time will come, however, when I will take her sacred virginity and claim her as mine…"
He looked at Porcellus as the portly chef lay a tray of cooked Womp rat and pasta on the dungeon's bench, opening the cloche and walking away.
"…until then, consider her state of nudity as she inhabits the dungeon. Suich a lovely body and all for me to claim." Jabba said with a grin. "Farewell, Solo. Sleep well."
Leia gulped as the cell door slid shut and she moaned into her pacifier muzzle, shuddering at the thought of being 'deflowered' by Jabba as her master slithered out of the dungeons with her in tow. She had read about Hutts being hermaphrodites and therefore possessing genitalia of both men and women, although it disgusted her to think of what lay beneath his folds of flab…Leia shook the thought out of her head as she felt her bladder and bowels calling, and tugged her master's arm, waddling and crossing her legs.
"Does baby need to use her diapers?" Jabba whispered, groping Leia's plastic panties.
Leia shook her head as if to say I won't use them! Jabba grinned, knowing she was having difficulty adjusting to her new clothing.
"You do not have a choice, birthday girl." Jabba said with a smirk as he licked his lips. "Use your diaper."
Leia struggled to release the clenching hold on her bladder to no avail, the diaper cream smearing all over her rear. She moaned as she struggled, her body screamed for release as she couldn't figure out what was wrong with her.
"Oh, how thoughtless of me! Of course, a mature, refined, sophisticated princess would not have the mental discipline necessary to release her bladder and bowels into a diaper in public!" Jabba said mockingly as he slithered alongside Leia, who was now hobbling and begging for her diaper to remain dry. "Time for a little conditioning. Birthday princess gets to see a movie."
Leia gulped as Jabba slithered into a small room with the adult-sized baby highchair she had been gifted earlier as her collar was magnetized to the chair back, pushing her into the chair and clamping cuffs over her wrists and ankles to keep her arms clamped to the armrests and her legs spread wide apart as a screen lit up.
"Welcome to Wearn manners and Ways to Weduce Womanhood: volume 3." A digital voice said. "Our illustrious host, Diarrhea, will now demonstrate what is expected of our baby slave girls."
A woman wearing only a diaper, a bib and a bonnet appeared on it in front of a spiraling pattern of pink and blue. She recognized her as Rhea Skyborne, or 'Diarrhea' as Jabba had renamed her, the fierce skyhopper racer who now held the position her lovely mother Sandra had held in the previous video, and as the video began, Leia was sure she was in for a horrible night.
"Baby girl always wears her diapers; diapers are soft and safe." Rhea said in a controlled, hypnotic voice as the hypnotic pattern behind her continued spinning. "Baby girl goes wee-wee in her diapers; baby girl goes boom-boom in her diapers. Plastic panties protect baby by preventing leaks, plastic panties good for baby."
Leia gulped, praying she possessed the mental fortitude to endure this video. She felt horrible seeing such a strong, fierce, developed woman, who had blossomed from adolescence to womanhood, being treated like this. She had only been diapered for a few days, and now she was diapered up like an infant! How had Jabba broken such a strong woman so easily? Leia prayed she would never be so degraded, and at least she wouldn't have to be diapered much longer if what Jabba said was true.
"Yay for diapers!" Rhea said as she jumped up and down in her diaper with pom-poms, her diaper crinkling. "Diapers keep baby clean and safe; daddy protects us. Only daddy gets to change baby's diaper, baby could make messy!"
Leia watched in shock as Jabba grinned, her bound wrists and legs struggling against the highchair as Melina Carniss wheeled in a huge baby bottle-shaped bottle, roughly 12 liters, and attached a rubber tube with an attached valve to it. She watched in shock as Rhea showed up again, her attire shocking the princess as Melina unplugged the ring in her pacifier to reveal a hole.
"Baby always wear diapers, even under big-girl clothes." Rhea said as she appeared wearing a pair of maternity pants to hold her enormous diaper and plastic panties, as well as a shirt with no bra. "Baby not wear bras, bras for big girls! Diaper is the only panties baby is given by daddy!"
Leia could feel her bladder control slipping away, gulping as she prayed she would hold out long enough. She tried to close her thighs to no avail, her highchair holding them apart like a Wookie's arms. Leia then shuddered as Melina plunged a rubber tube into the hole in her pacifier, threading the tube down her throat as Leia gagged.
"Baby eat what daddy gives her." Rhea said as she opened her mouth and allowed Jabba to plunge a phallic milk nipple into her lips, the milk slowly disappearing into her mouth before he removed it. "Baby no eat without daddy, baby not know what food good for her! Daddy always know best for baby."
Rhea then sat on a potty chair and smiled, closing her eyes as her diaper grew soaked, making Leia's eyes snap open wide in shock. The idea of this strong, fierce woman being made into an adult baby…she prayed she would be allowed to wear her bikini after this ordeal.
"Baby use diapers and daddy change her." Rhea said as she lay down on a table as Jabba slithered into view and unwrapped her plastic panties and diaper, exposing her to the camera. "Daddy care for baby and keep her safe, baby clean and don't get any no-no diaper rash."
Leia looked up at the huge bottle as Melina opened the valve, allowing the fluid to stream down the tube and into Leia's throat into her stomach. She did not like the look of it.
"Baby not potty-trained; baby has never been potty-trained." Rhea said as she was cleaned, rubbed with diaper cream, powdered up and re-diapered. "Baby will never be potty-trained, potty not for babies."
Leia gagged, struggling against the bondage she was held in as she regretfully swallowed the fluid that tasted sickly-sweet to her throat. It was castor oil, and Leia dreaded its effects on her body.
"Babies walk like baby, no walk like adults." Rhea said as she waddled after Jabba like a child learning to walk for the first time. "Baby waddles."
Leia gulped more of the fluid down her throat, her stomach feeling uncomfortably full. She begged she would not have to use the diapers, but her mind and body were struggling to hold on.
"Ssh! Baby quiet-time at 8 o'clock!" Rhea said as she climbed into a huge cage made to look like a baby's crib. "Daddy wake baby when morning comes. Time for bedtime, baby."
"This has been Wearn manners and Ways to Weduce Womanhood, volume 3." The digital voice said as Rhea drifted off to sleep in her baby clothing. "For best results, repeat video 100 times."
Leia couldn't hold on and released the hold on her bladder, and with it more of her innocence. She sobbed as Jabba patted her diaper, making her wince as her bowels clenched.
"Does baby birthday girl need go boom-boom?" Jabba asked mockingly.
Leia nodded, on the verge of tears. She struggled against her highchair, squatting and struggling to make her body hold on.
"Then make boom-boom for daddy, princess." Jabba said with a grin. "Make boom-boom, make boom-boom, make boom-boom…"
His voice was hypnotic as the castor oil worked its magic on Leia's adult bowels. Leia released the hold on her bowels instantly, her diaper filling with squishy waste. If anything, Leia was grateful her diapered humiliation was only in the dungeons. If she had to wear diapers in public, and not just for a couple of hours while she was only in the presence of her master…the humiliation would break her.
"Looks like baby needs her diaper changed." Melina said as she grabbed Leia and unbound her wrists and ankles from the highchair, forcing her to climb out and kneel as her diaper sagged. "Come along, diaper girl. Time for birthday changings!"
Leia followed Melina to a horrible device that resembled a modified gynecologist's chair, climbing into the chair as the harem keeper clamped her wrists and ankles to the stirrups and armrests. Leia was stripped of her plastic panties and diaper in front of several Gamorrean guards, the exposure making her flush red with shame as Melina wiped her shaved vulva and bruised buttocks clean, rubbed them with diaper cream, baby oil and baby powder, then replaced her diaper with a fresh one before buttoning the plastic panties back in place.
"You took to your diapers like a professional, baby girl! Good job!" Jabba said mockingly as he clapped his huge hands. "I must make a note to train you in them further, little girl. Time for baby girl to go see her party guests, baby's birthday winding down for the day."
Leia shuddered as Jabba slithered into the throne room, towing her behind him as she followed via her leash. The corridor to the throne room came into view as he led her into the main courtroom, Leia crawling behind him in her baby girl outfit as the Widdle-Waddler made it impossible to walk like an adult. She hated hobbling around like this and begged silently for her humiliation to end, her thighs aching from her widespread stance as the diaper crinkled and squished under her skirt. Leia prayed she would never have to wear this costume again.
"Behold, the birthday girl! 23 years old and still in diapers!" Jabba said as the crowd gasped at the sight of Leia, diapered up and wearing horrendously-girly clothing. "Her potty-training will remain for now, but one more slip-up and I will ensure she will use diapers in public and without hesitation."
Leia blushed dark red as she stepped after her master and crawled into the throne room, her skirt exposing her diapers for all to see. Jeers and laughter surrounded the princess as she waddled and hobbled towards the dais, her diaper and the widdle-waddler forcing her to waddle and shake her butt for all to see as they laughed and mocked her.
"Potty princess!" one of the guests jeered, slapping her diapered butt as she waddled past him.
"Look at her, what a slut!" one of the women shouted, spanking her butt as Leia tried to hide behind her bonnet. "Don't be shy, little girl! Cootchie-cootchie coo!"
Lando was especially horrified to see Leia in such pedophiliac clothing, waddling like an infant, and Leia turned away when she saw him staring in shock. She waddled onto the dais as Lando held her hand to help her into the enormous seat, her diaper squishing as she sat in the infantile chair. Leia was then forced to sit in the highchair, her wrists and ankles bound once more as Jabba removed the pacifier muzzle.
"Baby girl needs to eat." Melina Carniss said, cooing mockingly as she spoon-fed Leia her cake. "Open the tunnel wide, baby girl! Here comes the spaceship!"
Leia winced as Melina made puttering noises like a mother getting her child to eat, smiling cruelly as she shoved the spoonful into Leia's mouth. This went on for hours and hours, the party entering an uproarious celebration and making Leia wince as she saw a troupe of slave girls dancing for the crowd wearing replicas of her gold bikini but in hot pink. As the princess was locked in her highchair, she felt so helpless, unable to even move without her 'daddy's' permission. The diaper was the absolute worst, and she prayed she wouldn't have to be checked and changed again.
"And now, as a final present, you may wear your lord's fertility bikini once more." Jabba said as he waved to two of the slave girls who carried Leia's gold bikini towards the throne. "Change into your big-girl clothing, princess."
Leia stood up as the slave girls unlocked her bondage mittens and the widdle-waddler, removing the horrible devices as she gratefully undid her bib and skirt. She then kicked off the Mary Janes, pulled off the stockings, removed her bonnet and pacifier muzzle, then hesitated before unbuttoning the plastic panties and diaper, two slave girls cleaning her crotch with sponges before rubbing shave gel all over her crotch and shaving her legs, underarms and vulva in public as a small showerhead was produced to rinse off her nude form. Now divested of the baby girl clothing, Leia stood nude and hairless as the crowd went berserk, Jabba laughing as her bikini was brought to her by several of the girls from the dancing troupe, their hot-pink bikinis matching hers perfectly.
"Birthday girl in her birthday suit…it seems fitting but improper." He said as the slave girls held out her bikini. "For you, princess. Put on your big-girl clothing."
Leia accepted the bikini as the crowd wolf-whistled and clapped at her dressing in the horrible gold outfit. She clipped on the loincloth first, praying the thin silk wouldn't shift to the side and expose her bare vulva and buttocks beneath. Leia then pulled on the bra top, carefully adjusting the straps to hold her boobs in place as she stepped into the boots. She then put on the armband and wristlet, gulping as she realized just how grateful she was to wear her sex slave bikini in public rather than diapers. Leia then walked back to her master's throne and sat down as the last slice of the huge cake was brought to her by Lando, making her smile as the Max Rebo Band broke out into a new song.
"I'm so sorry." Lando whispered as Leia accepted the slice and ate it with only her mouth. "They knew all about your birthdate, I couldn't stop them."
"It's okay." Leia whispered, shuddering as she ate the cake with her hands. "I'm going to try to endure, I must, but if I have to wear those diapers and be changed in public one more time…I'm going to break. I nearly begged them for a diaper change in the dungeons, and even that was so humiliating…I won't last if they change me or make me wear them in public, I just won't."
As Leia finished the cake, Jabba held out his goblet for her to drink, the disgusting Huttese wine burning her throat as she drank. The bikini-clad princess continued eating as the day died down, grateful she had already danced with Jabba and wouldn't have to endure a horribly-sleazy strip dance in public, unlike the troupe before her who were now all totally nude, their hot-pink boots kicked off as the crowd wolf-whistled and jeered at their nude forms gyrating for the crowd. The crowd slowly filed out as Jabba tugged Leia into his greasy flab, making her skin crawl as her master fell asleep.
"Thank the goddess he's asleep." Leia said as she exhaled a breath she had been holding for a while. "I can't take him anymore, please tell me Luke's coming soon."
"He's delayed by the sandstorm, still looking for a way inside." Lando whispered as he picked up Leia's plate. "He just needs a window to get in, and the sandstorm's still pretty dangerous."
Leia sighed as she sat in her gold bikini, shuddering at what she had just endured. She noticed the naked girls from the dance troupe being dragged towards various rooms by obvious 'customers' who had bought them for the night, their chains clinking as they were pulled naked into private suites. Leia prayed the poor girls would be okay after this ordeal and begged the goddess to protect them during this night of debauchery.
"I just pray to the goddess that I won't have to wear diapers again before then…or I'll break. I can't handle that degradation in public, I'll break down like a bad speeder." Leia said as she leaned against Jabba's greasy tail. "I must sound like a wimpy little waif right now, it's pathetic."
"No, you are incredibly strong, Leia." Lando whispered, sympathetically rubbing her shoulder. "Any woman would be ashamed to endure this kind of humiliation, and at least you didn't have to be checked and changed in public. Just try to hold out for a little longer, Luke is coming."
He kissed Leia's hands, making her blush as he stood up to leave.
"Oh, and happy birthday." Lando said, smiling. "I've heard word Fett is coming here soon, we're one step closer to the plan unfolding. Be strong, Leia."
"As long as no diapers are involved in the next few days, I'll be fine." Leia said as she yawned and leaned against her master's skin, drifting off to sleep. "Luke's coming, we've got everything set up...how bad could the next few days be?"
She had no idea of what was in store for her…
30 years later…
"…and ever since then, I have been against diaper punishment, especially for children." Leia said as she sat naked and cross-legged on the interview chair, smiling at Ryla as the Twi'lek woman's commando nature meant Leia could see she shaved down there. "It is a horrendous act that forces the diapered one to be regressed against their will and causes intense mental distress, to say nothing of the developmental issues arising from such treatments. Nobody should be allowed to do such things to adults, and much less to children who innocently make mistakes and do not deserve to be regressed before they even have a chance to grow as people."
The crowd cheered as Leia sagged in her chair, relaxing after revealing such a private story about herself while nude. Ryla cleared her throat as the crowd died down, leaning closer to Leia and placing her hands on her armrests.
"Well, that was a powerful story, princess." Ryla said, crossing her legs again. "I hope that with your support and your daughter's new book, new light will be shone upon such a powerful mental health issue and all who have suffered by it. As for everyone at home, I'm afraid we're all out of time. Princess, do you have anything more to say before we close out for tonight?"
"Indeed, I do." Leia said as she stood up and inhaled deeply. "To everyone who has suffered in the manners described both here and in Jaina's new book 'How to dominate a diapergirl', please message Eklor for help. She is a well-renowned doctor, OB-GYN, mental health specialist, and I have trusted her in the past with both my body and my mind."
"Thank you so much for agreeing to this interview, princess." Ryla said as she stood up and hugged Leia, the princess's nude form feeling warm against her own body. "And happy birthday."
There was more cheering as Leia bowed to the crowd, walking off the stage in her birthday suit (in both terms of the word) as Han walked up from the backstage area in his bloodstripe pants, white shirt and vest and hugged her. Leia sighed as her husband held her close, her nudity greatly appreciated by him.
"I'm so proud of you, honey. It couldn't have been easy doing this interview." Han said as he kissed Leia, her left leg kicking up joyfully. "Especially live and in your state of…undress."
"Oh, I've gotten less shy about nudity in recent years. I wouldn't have voted PANDA into act if I wasn't." Leia said, playfully hugging Han from behind. "Speaking of which, there's a nice private booth off to the left with our name on it. Bonus, it's set to be cleaned anyway…"
Han scooped Leia up in his arms and kicked the door open, carrying his wife bridal-style as he kissed her lovely lips. He loved the opportunity to get intimate with her, and the idea turned him on as Leia could feel through his pants as she undid them. His shirt came off next as he locked the door and Leia pulled off his underwear and sat down on what felt like a soft bench.
"Ow!" a familiar voice rang out as Jaina sat up, naked as a cavewoman. "Who's there-mom?!"
"Jaina?!" Leia gasped, with Han holding her close as Jagged, who was equally nude, jumped up behind Jaina. "Jag? What are you two doing here, and why are you two-?"
"Well, we got Chewbacca to baby-sit the twins. We came for your speech, got a little hot and bothered and then…" Jag said as he blushed and covered his wife's breasts in a handbra position. "…well, you know the rest."
"And you just decided to…hook up…in the booth?" Leia asked, trying not to laugh.
"Not at first." Jag said with a smirk. "But after a while, nudity and cool air led to getting warm and during your speech we started kissing. Then when the speech ended, we started going further, and well…"
"Sorry, mom, dad." Jaina said as she blushed and held Jag's hands.
"Well, you at least waited to find some privacy." Han said as he patted Jaina's shoulder, noting a series of hickeys on her neck. "Public nudity is legal, but public sex on the other hand…they'd handcuff you and haul you both in for public indecency."
"Ooh, kinky." Jaina said, yelping as Jag slapped her ass. "Well, let's go. I'll find a different place to-"
"Actually, I'd kind of like to see exactly what you've been doing to my daughter the last year and a half you two have been married." Han said with a smirk. "So how about a demonstration?"
Jag blushed as Jaina giggled, grabbing him and pinning him to the soft sofa-like bench.
"With pleasure, dad." Jaina smirked as she mounted Jag and started kissing him. "Mom, you won't spank us will you?"
"Absolutely not, I said I'd never spank my children, and I meant it." Leia said, giggling at the sarcastic puppy-dog eyes her daughter was giving her as she stood nude with her hands on her hips. "Your father on the other hand…"
There was a loud CRACK as Han smacked Jaina's bare butt, making her yelp as she knelt to suck on Jag's cock.
"Hold her head, but not too tightly." Leia instructed. "My daughter finds oral sex empowering, so don't hold her in place too roughly. Just stroke her head gently."
Jaina continued suckling, enjoying the feeling of Jagged stroking her brown hair. She continued sucking and slurping his cock loudly until her husband was hard as hard as a steel rod, then climbed on top of him and mounted him, her tight, muscular vagina sheathing his penis as both participants moaned loudly. Leia giggled as her daughter ground against Jag expertly, her pubic hair trimmed into the shape of the Rebellion and dyed red. She thought it was creative and fun how her daughter groomed herself, such a contrast to her own pubes that were left thick and bushy, growing free like a tiny jungle between her thighs. Both women were staunch feminists and felt like their vulvas should be left to grow hair, but she respected her daughter's decision to groom her private parts. Jaina moaned and threw her head back before pinning Jag to the bench and grinding against him upright with both feet on either side of his head.
"You two know your positions." Leia said with a grin as she noted how her daughter paid careful attention to how her clitoris was stimulated by Jag's cock. "You're pretty much guaranteed an orgasm with that position, dear daughter. You two are using protection, aren't you?"
"Yes, mom, I don't want to end up with a third kid before we've decided upon it. I'd have an entire squad of kids if I didn't protect myself…" Jaina said, blushing as she pointed towards a discarded condom container. "…now shush! It's so weird with you watching us…"
"It's just sex, no need to be so shy." Leia said, smirking and teasingly looking at Jaina's breasts as they heaved with every breath. "People all over the galaxy have sex every day, no need to be so prudish."
Jaina sighed as Jag groped her bare boobs with both hands, squeezing them as Leia tsked at him.
"Too rough there, Jag. My daughter has sensitive breasts." She said as Jaina blushed and hid her face. "They're boobs, not udders, for Force's sake! Knead them, don't squeeze them, and definitely don't slap them."
Jaina was blood-red as Jag gently squished and lifted her firm, C-cup breasts with his hands like they were lumps of bread dough, gently folding them over and letting go as the firm mammary glands were gently handled like bread dough. She gasped and ground against Jagged as she held his head in her legs.
"Oh goddess…!" Jaina gasped as she felt her husband thrust inside of her. "…Jag…do it harder…!"
Leia loved seeing how empowered and free her daughter was during sex, not submissive or abused or even dissatisfied. There was some pride in knowing her daughter was so happy with her husband and wasn't being coerced or just used during sex, and from the look of rapture of Jaina's face she knew she was having fun as Jag spanked her ass.
"Jagged!" Leia mock-protested with a smirk, her hands on her hips. "Spanking my daughter in front of me, right after my speech? The nerve!"
"Mom, it's okay. I love being spanked during sex." Jaina said, gasping as Jag ground inside of her. "I just…never told you or Winter or Mara during our girls' nights."
Jaina then threw her head back and moaned as she gyrated on Jag's crotch, her vaginal muscles clenching his cock as he moaned at the added sensation. Leia glowed with pride as her daughter thrust back and forth, moaning in pleasure. Jaina then gasped as she squatted low on her husband's cock, mewling and moaning with every slap of her ass.
"Jag, d-don't tell me you're n-not speaking because my p-parents are here." Jaina said with a giggle. "You turning shy?"
"No, I'm not speaking because my mouth was already active before they got here." Jag said, making Leia turn red as Jaina continued grinding on him. "You should know that."
Jaina and Jagged moaned as she ground harder, making him moan as she felt his cock sliding up her dripping-wet pussy and thrusting in and out for almost 20 minutes. Leia smirked as her daughter straddled Jag, her butt slapping up and down with every thrust.
"Excellent technique. The perfect position for maximum pleasure." Leia said as Jaina continued gasping, her legs trembling. "And if I know my daughter, she's almost ready to cum."
"Mom!" Jaina shrieked, hiding her face with her hands before Jag pulled them away and kissed her plump lips.
"All I'm saying is, I remember how long it took you to cum those nights you thought I was asleep, and you had been reading those steamy romance novels." Leia said with a smirk, giggling as Jaina whimpered. "Don't think I didn't know what you were doing under the covers, little lady. You're lucky I wasn't stricter."
Jaina whimpered louder, both from embarrassment and from the throbbing of her clitoris. Jagged plunged in and out of her sopping-wet pussy, the squelching noise filling the room as Jaina started a drawn-out moan before Jag hosed out her insides with his juices.
"Oh goddess, JAG!" Jaina screamed, screwing her eyes shut as she let out a scream of pleasure. "Oh yes, you're flooding me…!"
She then threw her head back and let out a cry of pleasure, exploding in an incredible orgasm that made her eyes roll back as she felt a second orgasm that felt like she struck by lightning. Jaina shuddered and pulled out before laying on top of Jag, her thighs absolutely soaked in her own sexual fluids.
"Oh goddess…" Jaina whispered as she rested her head on Jag's chest. "…J-Jag, I think I c-came harder than e-ever…"
"Are you okay?" Jag whispered as he squeezed her closer, resting her head on his chest.
"More than okay, that was mystifying." Jaina whispered as she reached for a discarded curtain detached from the booth. "Thank you."
"Here, let me." Jag said as he grabbed the curtain and wrapped it around Jaina's nude form until she was completely mummified, then lifted her into his arms.
"You two have the cutest aftercare ritual." Leia said, rubbing her daughter's shoulder. "You look like a little burrito."
"And I have to say, you two are definitely being safe, sane and consensual." Han said, patting Jag and Jaina on the back at the same time. "I'm proud of both of you."
"Thanks, dad." Jaina said, exhausted and mystified as Jag lifted her into his arms bridal-style and carried his mummified wife out of the booth. "I'll catch up with you two later at home."
"Actually, I wouldn't wait up." Leia said as she grabbed Han's hand. "Meet you later, we'll be a while…"
Jaina gulped and turned away as Jag laughed and kicked the door shut, walking with his wife as the two nude lovers left the building. Han grinned as Leia gulped, feeling cornered but aroused as his nude form pressed against hers.
"Um…Han? I don't like that look in your eyes." She said as Han's eyes looked her up and down with his cock straight out.
"What look?" Han smirked as he shut the lights off. "I don't see anything."
Leia gulped as she felt his hands push her into a kneeling position before him and opened her mouth wide, accepting a thick, meaty rod in her mouth as she felt Han stroking her half-greyed hair. She suckled hard, making Han grow hard in her mouth as she tilted her head back and allowed him to slide down her throat.
"Mmpphh…" Leia moaned as her lips wrapped around the base of her husband's penis, her tongue teasing the skin between the penis and scrotum. "…muffter, more…"
"Patience, my lovely slave." Han said as Leia giggled around his cock. "We've got time."
Leia submitted to Han as he beat her down with his mighty cock, gulping as he thrust down her throat and gently plunged in and out, making her throat feel amazing as she closed her eyes in bliss. She didn't know if it was possible to orgasm from a deepthroat, but she wanted to find out. Leia placed both hands on his scrotum and gently stroked the sensitive skin, separating his testicles and slowly prodding them with her sharp fingernails as she felt Han tremble. Even when she was on her knees, she was always in control, and that's how Han liked it. Leia took his cock down her throat and breathed through her nose, swallowing as she felt the head of his cock touch her esophagus and allowing her throat to relax.
"Mmm…!" Leia moaned, closing her lovely eyes and continuing to suckle her husband's cock. "Uh-uh."
She then pulled off and gasped, Han's sopping-wet penis emerging from her throat with a loud POP as she then stood up and panted, out of breath from sucking so hard.
"What's wrong?" Han asked, holding her shoulders gently.
"Nothing's wrong, Han. it's just…" Leia said, crossing her arms over her breasts as she looked in the reflection of the glass in the booth. "…I want you to dominate me in another way. One that requires me on all fours?"
She knelt down in the doggy-style position and teasingly wiggled her bare butt in front of him, licking her lips as Han approached her from behind and grabbed her hips.
"Hold on tight…" he whispered as he plunged into her ass, making Leia yelp at the initial pain of entry. "…because this ride is going all night long with no stops at the stations."
Leia moaned out loud as Han plunged into her ass and thrust in and out, making her yelp and gasp with every thrust. She felt him tug her long, greying hair and pull her head back, forcing her to look at her own reflection in the glass. Leia then spread her legs wide apart as his cock split her ass in half like a timber axe, making her tremble as she felt his weight on her back. Han grabbed her firm breasts and kneaded them, making her moan as his hands then traveled down her belly to her hips and finally to her hairy vulva, plunging four fingers into it from both hands and stretching open the lips to reveal her dripping-wet vagina and clitoris. Leia moaned as she felt her clitoris being stroked by four fingers at once, Han's cock thrusting in and out of her anal sphincter as she was growing tingly down there.
"Han…please…more…!" she begged before Han grabbed a black rubber hood out from under her and stretched it over her face, cutting off her vision. "Mmpphh!"
"Like it? I made it out of an old rubber hose." Han whispered as Leia moaned in pleasure, making affirmative noises of pleasure. "The only thing it doesn't cover is your nose so you can breathe, and get ready for the orgasm of your life…"
Leia moaned hard as Han pulled out, her anus feeling like it had been reamed out by a drill (but in a good way) as he wiped down his cock with cleansing fluid wipes and then placed Leia on her back, her legs high in the air as he folded her in half like a jackknife and pushed her into the deckchair position. This was one of her favorite sex positions for a very good reason, and as Leia felt his cock enter her, she immediately remembered what the reason was. Leia loved the sensation of the rubber around her entire head, cutting off all vision, muffling her hearing, ensuring all she could smell was the scent of rubber, isolating her from the world as Han reamed her out to his heart's content. She moaned into the hood and trembled, her mind racing as her heart pounded in excitement from her isolation, her thighs soaking with her own sexual fluids as Han went deeper than he had ever went before.
"Hmmph, mrrm! Mrrm!" Leia begged, her legs hooked over Han's shoulders as he plunged deeper and deeper into her soaking-wet pussy. "Mhrrr!"
Han smirked as he heard her begging for sex, plunging in and out of his wife's vagina as the tight vaginal canal gripped him like a vise. He then noted how hard she was struggling to breathe as he plunged in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out...
"Are you close to coming?" Han rasped, Leia barely hearing him through the rubber hood.
"Mm-hmm!" Leia said, nodding affirmatively.
"Can you still breathe?" Han asked.
"Mm-hmm!" Leia responded, nodding again.
"And are you asking to cum?" Han asked as he kissed her neck.
"Mm-hmm!" Leia practically shouted through the rubber hood as she lay on her back.
"Beg to cum." Han demanded as he halted his thrusts, his wife trembling as she struggled to hold on.
"Pluff!" Leia begged; her hands clasped together in prayer. "Pluff, muffter, leff youf slafe cumf!"
"Then cum." Han grunted as he plunged deeper into her vaginal canal. "Cum now, or you won't cum all night."
"MMMPPHHH!" Leia moaned into the rubber hood as she exploded in orgasm, Han hosing down her insides with his juices as she went limp in his arms.
Another orgasm ripped through her body like an earthquake, making her scream into the hood and nearly suffocate from the lack of air. Han stretched the rubber hood off of her head and threw it on the ground, a loud gasp coming from his wife's lips as her face was red and flushed.
"Oh g-g-goddess…! H-Han, that w-was…amazing…!" Leia moaned, collapsing in a heap as Han pulled out of her and kissed her lovely lips. "I love you…"
"I know." Han said, smirking at their private little joke as he kissed her neck, her boobs, her stomach and then her vulva, worshipping her as she deserved to be worshipped. "Now let's go, we're both in desperate need of a shower."
"And full-body deodorant. And chocolates and snuggles." Leia said, shuddering as Han lifted her bridal-style and walked out of the room.
"Whatever you want, your worship." Han said as he carried her through the halls to the exit. "Let's go home."
Leia wrapped her arms around Han as she relaxed in his embrace. Everyone now knew why Leia never spanked her children and never will, and that was all she wanted people to know. The two naked lovers walked through the streets of Coruscant, shameless and proud as they entered the Millennium Falcon with a snicker from Chewie. Han then set Leia in the shower as Chewie started the engines and flew off with the naked couple snuggling in the shower, relaxed and shameless, ready to spend the night in each other's embrace. Because that was where they belonged.
The end.
I wish I could go nude myself, my wife and I would find a good use for laws like this. Please review!