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Leia wasn’t surprised when she was led in a different direction than Han. Jabba had already made his intentions towards her quite clear – she obviously was to join his slave girls. Surrounded as she was, Leia decided it was smarter not to struggle; she needed to preserve her strength if she wanted to escape.
The slave quarters were surprisingly luxurious. They seemed to consist of one giant room that was surrounded by a number of sleeping nooks with big, incredibly soft-looking beds. It being daytime, most of them were empty, but in some Leia could see girls lounging or sleeping comfortably, alone or in small groups. They all wore next to nothing but seemed otherwise unharmed, clean, well-fed and obviously allowed to find comfort in each other’s company – some were even pleasuring each other in full view of everyone else, their soft cries making Leia blush hotly and avert her gaze. The sleeping nooks did have curtains, but obviously the slave girls didn’t care enough about their privacy to actually close them.
The bathing area in the far corner was equally exposed, and Leia felt relief when she was led towards it. She could still feel the slime from Jabba’s tongue on her skin and couldn’t wait to wash it off. It wasn’t itching or burning, but it did appear to have some special properties, making Leia’s face tingle in a very distracting way.
There were several naked girls in the pool, barely hidden by the steam rising from it, but Leia had used communal baths before and didn’t hesitate to strip when Jabba’s majordomo ordered her to. The pale Twi’lek stared unabashedly at her bare body, but she pointedly ignored him and quickly submerged herself in the wonderfully hot water. One of the girls approached her and offered her a piece of lovely-smelling soap, which she accepted gratefully and used to rid herself of Jabba’s stench.
However, instead of leaving Leia to it, the girl insisted on helping her, scrubbing her back and unpinning her hair. Leia had never been the type of princess to have a ton of servants waiting on her hand and foot, but once again she figured that this wasn’t the time to be stubborn. The girl only meant well, after all, even if her hands wandered a bit more than was strictly necessary. When her soapy hands traveled to Leia’s front as if to clean her stomach and breasts, Leia stopped her politely. “Sorry, I prefer to do this part myself.”
“As you wish.” The girl simply shrugged and began to shampoo Leia’s hair, her fingers gently massaging her scalp. It felt heavenly – there had been few opportunities for luxury like this since she’d left Alderaan.
The thought of her lost homeworld brought tears to Leia’s eyes, and she quickly distracted herself by introducing herself to her helper. “I’m Leia, Leia Organa – what’s your name?”
“Master calls me Juju. Leia is a pretty name – he might even let you keep it.”
Leia’s instinctive reaction was to get angry, but it wasn’t Juju’s fault. Doubtlessly she didn’t know anything except life as Jabba’s slave, she was only being friendly. It wouldn’t do to make enemies among her fellow captives, so she forced herself to remain calm. “I hope so. Is he kind, your master?”
Juju smiled guilelessly. “Most of the time, unless something has made him angry. Sometimes his guests aren’t very nice people, but Master’s juice makes it all feel good. You don’t have to be afraid.”
She began to rinse the soap from Leia’s hair using a jug of water, and Leia decided to ask about this “juice” later. Maybe it was some form of alcohol? Drugs? She’d have to be careful what she ate and drank here – the Hutts were famous drug runners, after all.
Unfortunately she wasn’t given much of a choice. Once she was clean, Juju helped her braid her hair and put on some make-up before one of Bib Fortuna’s underlings handed her some very revealing clothes. Sighing, she put them on, figuring it was better than being naked. The outfit only consisted of boots, a metal bikini top that was surprisingly comfortable and a long, red loin cloth. Nothing else.
“What about underpants?” Leia couldn’t help but ask, although she already knew the answer before Bib Fortuna shook his head with a smirk. Even worse, he then fastened a gold chain around her neck, completing her transformation into a slave. “Is this really necessary? The other girls don’t wear chains…”
Again Leia knew her protests would be in vain, but she had to try. Escaping while chained would be much more difficult. Also, it was true – the other slave girls were wearing similar collars, but without the chain. The Twi’lek just laughed dirtily. “The other girls have earned every privilege they have by diligent and obedient service to our Master. You’re going to have to do the same if you want to be rid of the chain.”
Leia sighed but didn’t argue further. Instead she steeled herself for the inevitable reactions she was going to face when entering back into Jabba’s great hall dressed like this. She refused to be humiliated, she would face her captor and his entourage of disgusting criminals with the confidence her station demanded.
Despite her resolve it wasn’t easy to face the jeering crowd, the lewd remarks and whistles as her guard led her to Jabba’s throne. Leia dealt with it by focusing solely on the Hutt’s massive form, keeping her head up and refusing to acknowledge the blush she felt heating her face. She managed well enough, her composure only wavering when she noticed C-3PO standing next to the dais. When Jabba spoke in his rumbly Huttese, she did her best to pretend it wasn’t her old friend’s fussy voice that translated his words.
“Welcome, my new favourite slave! You clean up well.”
Angrily, Leia almost spit back, “I will never be your slave, Jabba!”
“We will see.” The Hutt laughed in response, a deep sound that she felt almost vibrating against her body as she was yanked unceremoniously to perch on her captor’s disgusting tail. It was slimy like the rest of him, and Leia already wished for another bath as her skin began to tingle again. “Now, to start what will doubtlessly be a long and pleasant relationship, I propose a toast, little princess…”
In spite of her earlier decision to be careful of what she ate and drank, Leia found herself with little choice but the accept the goblet Jabba offered her. Considering that it was his own drink, she figured that it couldn’t be anything truly dangerous. Still, she hated being brought even closer to the slug, his short arms forcing her to almost climb on top of him to take a careful sip, his slime coating her entire side.
Before she could even properly register what the dark liquid tasted like – musky, slightly salty with a strange viscous texture – Jabba’s other hand tightened his grip on her chain and yanked her head back, forcing more of the liquid down her throat. Alarm shooting through her, Leia coughed and struggled, but Jabba already released her and emptied the rest of the goblet’s contents himself. Leia relaxed slightly at this proof that whatever she’d just swallowed, Jabba had shared it with visible enjoyment.
He kept her plastered to his side, however, perched high on his tail, which was pressing uncomfortably between her legs, no matter how hard she tried to keep her naked vulva from touching any part of the Hutt. She’d almost gotten used to the tingling sensation caused by his bodily secretions, but it was much harder to ignore when it was her most intimate, sensitive parts reacting.
Simultaneously she became dimly aware that she felt rather warm, from the inside as well. Jabba’s drink hadn’t tasted like any alcohol she’d ever tried, but maybe it was some really strong liquor that was making her feel so strange – simultaneously relaxed and tense, tingly coils of heat forming in her stomach and spreading through the rest of her body.
“Wha.. what was that drink?” she managed to ask, her voice slurring slightly, fear lacing through her when she had to struggle to form the words clearly. Her thoughts were coming slower, her mind felt foggy, while at the same time her body seemed to come alive, feeling every inch where her skin was touching Jabba. Even the air in the room felt like a caress, and Leia couldn’t stop the pleasant shivers running down her spine, pooling between her legs. Without thinking her pussy twitched against the slimy firmness of Jabba’s tail, and to her horror a gush of her own wetness made the movement even easier. She forced her body to stillness and her voice to stay firm: “What did you do to me, you… you disgusting slug?”
Again Jabba laughed, and the sensation forced Leia to dig her fingers into her palms, the pricks of pain centering her. “Do you like it, little princess? We Hutts don’t share our juices with just anyone.”
“Do you know what he’s talking about, C-3PO?” Leia ripped her eyes away from the chortling Hutt, doing her best to ignore the way her body continued to heat up. Instead she addressed the droid who’d been repeating Jabba’s words mechanically without inflection, trying to spare Leia as much discomfort as possible.
He was visibly embarrassed but met Leia’s gaze now instead of addressing the floor as before. “The translation is unclear, but I fear… I fear the word for ‘juice’ can also apply to bodily fluids.”
“Bodily fluids?” Leia asked numbly, her mind racing ahead and providing an answer that made her want to throw up. “You mean I just drank his slime? They drink their own slime for – fun?”
A yank at her chain forced her to look back up at Jabba, who grunted something through his ongoing laughter. The movement forced her pussy to slide against his tail, and she shivered involuntarily despite the anger and hatred filling her.
C-3PO translated again, “Not our slime – our seed is much more potent.”
This time Leia shuddered from pure disgust. “Seed? Potent?”
Helpfully C-3PO supplied, “Apparently Hutt secretions have arousing properties which are most concentrated in their semen.”
Another rumble sent pleasure racing through Leia’s body and mind, which still felt foggy despite
her efforts to regain clarity. C-3PO added, “Arousing – and addictive.”
“No!” Now not only Jabba but the entire court was laughing, entertained by the terror Leia couldn’t suppress. She began struggling, but the more she struggled, the more removed her emotions felt. Doubtless because of the ‘juice’ - and because evey motion sent hot pleasure racing through her, further clouding her mind.
Apparently wanting to move things along, Jabba then began twitching his tail, actively grinding against Leia’s unprotected pussy, which by now was continuously leaking her arousal. Horrified, Leia heard herself moan, and in shame she covered her face with her hands, which had been clawing uselessly at her captor’s thick, slime-coated skin. Unfortunately this meant that her nose was swamped with a concentrated dose of Jabba’s musk, and when she gasped her tongue accidentally swiped over her palms, tasting the slime that covered them.
While it was less concentrated and strong than the ‘juice’ which Leia refused to call anything else in her increasingly numb mind, it had the same taste, and despite herself Leia found herself taking another lick – and another, and another, until she was greedily sucking on her fingers to clean every nook and cranny. At the same time her hips began rocking against Jabba’s tail, desperate for more friction against her clit, which had never felt so sensitive.
The Hutt laughed, and Leia moaned again, pressing herself against his body. She fehlt on fire in the best way possible, pleasure drowning out the alarm cries in her mind as she drew closer and closer to orgasm. She almost surfaced for a moment when short arms tore off her metal bikini covering her heaving breasts, but as she opened her mouth to protest Jabba poured more juice down her throat. This time she swallowed happily, clarity already lost again in another wave of hot lust.
Using the chain, Jabba forced her upper body backwards despite her whining as she lost contact with his skin. Her breasts were exposed to the entire room, nipples hardening to pebbles, and then Jabba’s long, dextrous tongue slid out and began to lick and slobber. Leia screamed as the pleasures from the juice, the throbbing in her pussy from the constant friction and the feeling of her tits being molested combined to a peak, wave after wave of orgasm washing through her.
It didn’t stop, it just continued, the biggest, longest climax she’d ever experienced, and when Leia was hoisted up around the middle by Jabba’s strong tail, presented to the jeering crowd, she couldn’t muster up any shame or embarrassment. She was too lost in the throes of passion to even feel the smallest bit of fear when, out of a formerly hidden slit, Jabba’s cock emerged, a massive, nub-covered tower of meat. It was glistening wetly, at least a foot long and still growing when Jabba forced her head against it.
Primed as she was, Leia’s senses were immediately swamped by the scent of ‘juice’ and without hesitation she opened her mouth and took a long, hungry lick. Already the addiction had begun to take hold, and she moaned almost incessantly as her entire body twitched in pleasure. It tasted even better fresh from the source, and Leia slobbered and licked and sucked in an attempt to drink as much as possible. She barely noticed the tip of Jabba’s tail slipping between her legs and inside her pussy, the copious mix of Hutt slime and her own wetness easing the way.
Jabba easily pushed in further, forcing her open. The tip had been relatively narrow, but now Leia felt herself being spread, filled with inch after thickening inch. It would have been painful but the slime made her pussy tingle and relax, and every drop of cum she swallowed as she tried to fit the arm-sized cock inside her mouth turned the slightest discomfort into exquisite pleasure.
With a grunt Jabba forced himself deeper on both ends, a gush of cum flooding Leia’s stomach and making her climax as almost a foot of Jabba’s tail filled her gaping pussy. She felt so full! Continuing to blindly swallow and come in an endless loop, Leia let go of the tree trunk of a cock in order to touch her stomach. It was distended, sloshing with what by now had to be several jugs worth of delicious ‘juice’. But even through that she could also feel the hard outline of a Huttish tail, twitching as it pushed even further in, further than should be humanly possible.
Not that Leia had the wherewithal to worry about such things as physical impossibilities, not when Jabba was lifting her up, away from the flood of cum still bubbling out of his two-foot long cock. She wanted it back and found herself moaning at the loss, begging shamelessly, “Please, please, give me more!”
Instead Jabba also removed his tail from her pussy, leaving her empty, bare and dripping her own juices to the ground. She wanted, no, she needed to be filled again, and she would have begged for it, if the Hutt hadn’t spoken, silencing her immediately. She didn’t want to anger him, after all.
“You shall get more, don’t worry, little princess. I will fill you well. You only have to say one word…”
Word, one word? That was all? Leia rejoiced and glared at C-3PO, wanting him to continue so she could say that one word that would fill her again. The droid was avoiding her gaze, and finally Jabba spoke again with another rolling laugh, making her realise that he’d paused on purpose in order to make her squirm.
“That word is… Master. Call me Master, my favourite slave.”
That was… bad. Wasn’t it? Jabba was her captor, a disgusting slug she needed to escape from. Not her Master. She wasn’t a slave. Was she? She was only doing what she wanted, after all, not what he told her to do. It was her decision to drink more juice, to lick and suck it straight from Jabba’s majestic cock, because it tasted so much better that way. It was her decision to be full, to be filled and stretched while she drank. It was what she wanted, not because she was a slave. And all she had to do to get what she wanted was say one word. It didn’t have to mean anything.
She dimly realised that Jabba had let go of the chain and set her onto the ground in front of him. The crowd around them was laughing and yelling, but Leia barely noticed that they were there. No thoughts of escape filtered through the haze of arousal fogging up her mind, her focus was entirely on Jabba’s cock standing proud and tall in front of her. The thought of sucking it again made her salivate, her stomach cramp as if with hunger. Her tits were still dripping with Huttish slobber and spit, and it was nothing to rub her palms over them and lick them clean. Her stomach was still rounder than it usually was, still full with delicious juice, but it wasn’t enough, she needed it to be fuller – and Jabba would see to it. Master would do that for her.
“Maaaster…” Moaning, Leia prostrated herself and crawled forward, not even noticing when Jabba took her chain again. Lifting her head she mouthed at the slit that usually hid the Hutt’s cock, moaning when the taste of his cum filled her senses. “Master, please… more! I want more!”
“Good princess. Good slave!” A tiny hand patted her head, and Leia almost moaned again. She was being good, good and obedient, and good slaves got privileges, she dimly remembered Bib Fortuna saying. She dazedly looked up to where the Twi’lek was standing next to her kind Master. He’d taken his own twelve-inch cock out and one of the other slave girls was sucking him off, but his eyes were fixed on her. Because she was Master’s favourite slave girl. Leia preened and rubbed her tits, hoping to provoke him. She didn’t need to suck Twi’lek cock, she got to drink from Master.
However, when he lifted her again, Jabba didn’t situate her so she could reach the head of his cock. Leia almost protested but remembered just in time that only good slaves got privileges. Besides, Jabba was offering her his goblet again, and this time Leia grabbed it and drank deeply, not caring when in her haste she spilled some over her tits. They immediately started to tingle and throb, so much stronger than from Jabba’s other juices. She moaned, her hips twitching forward, and Jabba petted her head again before licking his own cum from her heaving breasts.
The goblet was empty, as empty as Leia’s head, which was filled with nothing but need, as empty as her body, which was begging for more despite the heavy load of Hutt cum rounding her stomach. Luckily Master had promised her more, and now his strong tail was lifting her higher, until he could reach her pussy with his tongue. Leia came with a scream of “Maaster!” as the long, dextrous organ breached her, tonguing her pussy and pressing against her throbbing clit. Jabba’s tongue was the size of a rather large human cock but it invaded her easily.
Leia came again, and again, and she was close to passing out when Jabba retracted his tongue. He wasn’t done, however. Instead he lowered her again – until she was hovering over his cock, the massive blunt head forcing her legs apart. It pressed against her opening, spreading potent Hutt cum against her vulva, and Leia moaned and opened wider, welcoming the intrusion. This. This was the ‘more’ Master had promised – filling her with his juice while filling her empty pussy at the same time.
“Pleashe,” she slurred, body twitching in one orgasm after the other as slowly, inexorably, her Huttish Master pressed into her. Again her body defied the laws of physics as it opened for him, accepting inch after inch. She was filled, filled and stretched to the brim, long before she’d taken even half of the monstrous, majestic tower. “Mooore…”
And he gave her more. Somehow, Jabba fucked more and more of his cock inside Leia’s continuously twitching body, the outline of the intruding organ distending her cum-filled stomach further and further. By the time he was three-quarters in she looked as if she was about to give birth to twins, the mass in her stomach pushing her tits up and up. Whimpering, Leia opened her mouth around her own nipple, sucking deliriously, stupidly, as if hoping her tits would leak Hutt cum.
Someone grabbed the chain dangling unnecessarily below her and forced her head back. She whined in protest, words out of reach in the fog of pure lust clouding her mind, but then the someone – it was Jabba’s court jester - Salacious B. Crumb, pushing his cock into her hungry mouth. She’d never noticed how big he was, especially in comparison to the rest of his body, but it was nothing for someone who’d feasted on Hutt cock, and Leia sucked greedily, despite the disappointing lack of juice.
Her Master’s laughter shook her trembling body, and C-3PO explained, “My jester’s a naughty one. No one else would dare interrupt my pleasure in this way unless I allowed it. You’re mine, my slave, my favourite, but do feel free to drink from him when I’m… otherwise occupied.”
Happy to please her Master, Leia moaned and sucked harder. It felt good in a different way, able to reach much further down her throat because of its relative thinness. Not that it was small by any means, being at least ten inches and almost as thick as her wrist. Still she took him easily, letting the small Kowakian fuck her face. Most of her attention was taken up by her Master’s intrusion into her body, the slow, almost lazy thrusts reaching further and further, until finally, with a loud grunt, Jabba inserted the last two inches and bottomed out.
Leia screamed around the cock in her mouth, screamed and kept on screaming as the Hutt began to rock forwards and backwards, pulling halfway out before slamming back inside. Every thrust distended Leia’s stomach further, every thrust filled her with more and more Huttish cum. She looked pregnant with quadruplets even before Jabba roared, his entire body shaking, and finally reached his own orgasm. He positively exploded, causing Leia’s entire being to go into overdrive, mind and body overtaken by the massive amounts of cum he unloaded inside her.
Salacious Crumb quickly pulled out of her gaping mouth, knowing from experience that Leia would be seizing up in one violent climax after the other for at least an hour. She was nothing more than a sleeve for the Hutt’s enormous cock and the gallons and gallons of baby-making juice filling her. She ballooned out, her stomach filled obscenely, her mind nothing but white static, her screams becoming hoarse while Jabba enjoyed the long, drawn-out orgasm that was typical for the Hutt.
The court jester’s estimate of one hour proved low – Leia was lost in neverending, mind-breaking pleasure for no less than three, long after Jabba had finished. He remained hard, however, and kept her plugged up while she twitched and shivered mindlessly, having long since passed out. If she hadn’t been addicted already, her fate was now sealed, even before Jabba gestured for his majordomo to inject her shivering wreck of a body with a number of drugs.
Still hard and buried inside the princess’s broken form, Jabba simply scooped her onto his tail and then proceeded with business as usual, eating a hefty meal, having some slave girls dance for him and handling several business deals. Most of his supplicants and business partners weren’t quite as nonchalant, and if someone pleased him especially Jabba flipped Leia onto her back and allowed them the use of her slack mouth. Two hours in she even started to suck them off unconsciously, already hungering for more ‘juice’ despite her belly still looking as if she was about to give birth to octuplets.
Jabba only withdrew when Leia’s orgasms stopped. Immediately a flood of cum gushed out of her gaping pussy, and to the great amusement of everyone watching Jabba allowed some of his other favoured slave girls to lick up the gallons and gallons of juice, leaving them near-comatose with pleasure and more than happy to suck and fuck anyone Jabba pointed them at.
Leia woke up in the middle of the orgy. Surrounded by moans and groans, she blankly looked around, her broken mind trying to understand what was going on. The moment her eyes fell on her Master, however, she became aware of gnawing hunger and thirst burning inside her, making it impossible to focus on anything except naked need. Both her stomach and pussy clenched around the gaping emptiness she felt, and Leia forced herself to roll over in the cradle of Jabba’s tail, wanting to crawl to Master and beg for more.
It was much harder than expected, however, and for a moment she just sat there, blinking stupidly as her hands confirmed what she’d only just noticed: her body had changed obscenely. She couldn’t even see her stomach, although her fingers told her that it was still huge, too big to reach around, because her tits were in the way. Gaping, Leia prodded the humonguous mountains of flesh, gasping at the ripples of pleasure racing through her at the lightest touch. They were bigger than any she’d ever seen, each about half the size of R2-D2, so she had to stretch if she wanted to reach around them. Fingering her suddenly thumb-sized nipples, she moaned lewdly, her hips thrusting upwards as greenish, milky fluid spurted out. When she tasted it, she almost came on the spot – her milk had the same flavour as Master’s slime, leaving the same tingly feeling everywhere it touched.
Before she could think twice, Leia had directed her absurdly-sized nipples towards her face and was trying her best to milk herself straight into her mouth. As she gulped and slurped as much as she could catch, her hips continued twitching, and she became aware that her clit kept rubbing against the jiggling mass of her fluid-filled stomach. She reluctantly let go off one nipple and tried to reach down to her pussy. It was difficult, especially because her stomach felt almost as sensitive as her tits, and she got distracted rubbing and caressing it. When she finally reached her goal, half-buried by her own mass, she gaped as her fingers touched what could only be called a clit by the loosest definition – it was the size of a large marble. At that size it rubbed against her heavily-hanging stomach folds with every move Leia made, but touching it felt even better, and Leia exploded into another orgasm.
When she came down, her pussy clenched hard around the emptiness where cock should be, reminding Leia of her original plan, which had been derailed by her new body. Licking her own juices, which now also tasted faintly of Hutt, off her fingers, she looked up at Master, who was watching her with indulgent amusement. Leia had no idea why she could read him so easily, but she didn’t much care anyway, she was only glad Master was enjoying himself.
“Maashter…” she drawled almost drunkenly, one hand already back to milking herself, the other busily fingering her pussy and teasing her engorged clit. “Do you like my new body? Will you give your favourite slave moooore...?”
Her voice trailed off in a moan as she came again. Jabba laughed, and Leia preened, pleased to please him. He offered her the tip of his tail to suck on, and she greedily accepted. She needed all her willpower to focus on his words while her entire body seemed like one giant erogenous zone, drowning her in arousal, but it wouldn’t do to miss what Master had to say.
“You, my little slave, will get all the 'more' you could imagine. Already your body has been primed to be the perfect vessel – we just need to fatten you up a bit more, than you’ll be ready for the greatest honour. Only a princess deserves to be mother of my children, after all.”
A small voice at the back of Leia’s mind screamed in horror, but it was easily drowned out when Jabba hefted her new unwieldy body to where his cock was slipping out of its sheath again. The massive tower fit beautifully between her wobbling, milk-leaking tits, and, crying with happiness, Leia opened her mouth and began to suck. She was so hungry and thirsty – and while she filled that emptiness, Master rammed two feet of his tail into her pussy, keeping it occupied until he would bless her again with his seed.