All Part of the Plan - Chapter 1 - The First Day

Chapter 1: The First Day

"I know that laugh."

Leia's heart sank as the booming chortle echoed around her and Han. She didn't know the owner of that laughter as well as Han did, but she knew who it was and what it meant. It meant she hadn't been careful enough.

Sure enough, curtains fell away to reveal Jabba and members of his court. Leia briefly considered trying to fight their way out, then quickly dismissed the idea. Han was blind and shaking from hibernation sickness, and she could see a number of guards attending Jabba... and Boba Fett. She could probably take out one or two of them, but in the end it would most likely just end with Han and her dead.

True to form, Han began trying to bargain with the crimelord. Leia just stood there glumly, knowing it was futile. She suspected Han knew it was futile too, but Han would try to talk his way out of anything, no matter the odds. And it wasn't as if they had much to lose anyway.

Stupid. She should have just bided her time and waited for Luke. But the plan had called for her to free Han if she thought she could manage it, and she had... or had let her eagerness to see Han again fool her into thinking she could do it. With the cold benefit of hindsight, she realized that she should have known Jabba would not trust an unknown bounty hunter who just happened to walk in with Chewbacca on a leash.

Han shouted, "You're throwing away a fortune, Jabba, don't be a fool!"

Guards dragged Han off.

As she reached for him in concern, two pairs of hands clamped around her shoulders and propelled her up towards Jabba's platform. She shrugged and squirmed against the Gamorreans as they pushed her forwards, sending her sprawling against Jabba's bulk. One of the Hutt's tiny arms pulled her head close to his gaping mouth, and she flinched.

"We have... powerful friends," she managed, a tone of defiance in her voice. "You're going to regret this."

Jabba simply laughed, and his enormous, slimy tongue slid from his mouth to slurp her cheek. Disgusted, Leia turned her head away. "Uhhh..."

"I'm sure," the Hutt murmured smugly.

His maggoty tongue tasted the bare flesh of her neck, and Leia shuddered at the sensation of the slimy thing on her skin. She suspected she was in for an unpleasant time, and she would be lucky if being licked by the slug was the worst thing to happen to her. On the bright side, it sounded like he didn't intend to kill her, which had been her greatest fear. Time was on her side; the main plan had always revolved around Luke, and if she could keep them all alive until he arrived, things would be okay.

"Gromo. Tukk. Gugg. Magg. Take this wench down to scanning, ensure she has no weapons, then take charge of her. I want her in my audience chamber during the day. You look after her the rest of the time. Make sure she's fed."

Four of the Gamorreans closed in around her, and Leia started to struggle as their hands clamped around her arms. "Let go, you...!"

"I recognize her." That rasping voice was Boba Fett. "The Empire wants her. They'd pay a good sum for delivery. I could arrange it."

Cold fear shot through Leia, and she stopped struggling. "Do you really think someone as important as Jabba is going to give up a prize just for money?" she replied, forcing herself to smile. Her hand patted the wrinkled bulk of the Hutt. "He's... not a bounty hunter."

Jabba roared with laughter. "She's right, Fett. When you are as magnificent as I, you don't need to worry about every little credit. You can own beautiful things, like this one." His tiny hand touched her cheek, and she made herself keep a pleasant expression. "But it's a good thing to know. My last handmaiden, she didn't work out. I had to throw her to the Rancor! Such a waste." He gave a sinister chortle. "If this one won't fall in line, we can just make a profit off of her." The round yellow eyes slid down to lock on her own. "Understood, slave?"

"I understand," Leia said heavily. "I'll be an obedient slave."

"Good! Now take her away. And get some air freshener in here. That carbon defrosting has stunk up my hall."

It did smell bad, Leia acknowledged as she was led away. But no worse than the stench of the Hutt. This was going to be a trying few days.

Still, she was far from downhearted or beaten. During her time with the Rebellion Leia had been captured or detained more than once, and her captors had usually been fairly unpleasant, ruthless people. It was part of the job, and while she wasn't exactly used to it, it was familiar mental territory and not the end of the world. Really, her prospects here were actually better than normal, because she knew rescue was coming and also knew that Lando was somewhere inside the palace, waiting for the right moment. Whch is what she should have done.

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Leia glanced at the four Gamorreans who had been appointed her keepers. They were grunting and chattering to each other in their own tongue as they marched her along; a language she didn't speak a word of. She tried to think what she knew about the massive green porcine species... not much, save that they were somewhat primitive, inclined to violence, and terribly strong. Not particularly a promising set of traits, although if they weren't very bright, that opened possibilities.

They all wore a sort of leather, metal, and fur tunic that left their thick olive limbs bare, but hid their ample paunches. Each of them had a small metal tag in the upper front of their tunic breast, and Leia could see that it had each Gamorrean's respective name on it in Huttese. Likely to aid Jabba in telling them apart.

"Where are we going?" she asked the one whose tag identified him as Gugg.

In response, Gugg just gave an incomprehensible set of annoyed grunts and then shoved her roughly, sending her stumbling and nearly tripping. Gromo hooted with laughter and said something else, leading Gugg and Magg to laugh as well.

Either they didn't understand trade tongue, or they just didn't speak it. They had obviously understood Jabba when he spoke to them in Huttese, but while Leia understood that language, she didn't speak it very well.

"Where... go?" she asked again, in the best Huttese she could muster.

This time, Gugg growled and delivered a painful kick to her ass, making her yelp.

Obviously they either couldn't talk to her or had no interest in doing so.

They proceeded down endless, dimly-lit hallways, going ever deeper under Jabba's palace, passing fewer and fewer people. Womp rats peered from the corners, and dark alcoves sometimes held glowing eyes that watched them pass with baleful intentness. Leia shivered, suddenly acutely aware that this was a very, very bad place.

Finally they arrived at a small metal blast door. Thumbing the control, the Gamorreans waited until it lifted and then ushered her through. Inside was a series of metal tables, several metal frames with restraining cuffs, and a tangled rat's nest of mechanical devices. In the center of it all was a droid, a rusty, motley-looking affair of a make she wasn't familiar with. It had a humanoid head and torso much like C-3P0's, although with a rather more sinister cast to its facial structure. The bottom half, however, was a half-dome held up by four flexible metal legs.

"What have we here?" the droid grated.

Gugg snorted and rumbled in his own tongue in response, and the metal head turned to look at Leia.

"I am R-P1S, scanning and medical technician. You are Jabba's newest slave. As such, you are an inferior being to me and will obey me instantly. Is this clear?"

"Yes," she replied. "What am I doing here?"

"You are being checked for weapons and diseases. Then you will receive doses of vaccine."

"Vaccine?" she said, startled. "I keep up-to-date on-"

"There are ailments in this facility that you are unlikely to have had experience with before, that you are likely to come into contact with. Thus, you will be vaccinated."

"Oh. All right." The last thing she wanted was to get sick before rescue occurred, but injections in captivity brought back dark memories of the Death Star.

"Take off all your clothing and put it in the bin," R-P1S droned dispassionately.

Leia flushed. "Can we have some privacy?" she asked plaintively, glancing at the four Gamorreans.

"No. Take off all your clothing and put it in the bin."

Maybe Gamorreans thought humans were ugly-looking aliens. Unhappily, her cheeks reddening slightly, Leia started to unbutton and unzip the bulky bounty hunter's costume she was wearing.

It took several minutes. She was uncomfortably aware of the four sets of Gamorrean eyes on her as she became progressively less dressed. Finally, she was left standing in her underwear in the center of the room.

"The undergarments as well," R-P1S told her.

"Look, do you really need-"

"Defiance will not be tolerated, slave!" A crackling arc of electricity leaped from a projector on the droid's shoulder to her hip, and Leia cried out in pain and staggered. "Remove all clothing!"

"All right! Fine!" Rubbing at the red mark on her torso, Leia fumbled to unhook her bra. The Gamorreans rumbled appraisingly, and she flushed in embarrassment as she slid down her white, Alderaanian-style panties, exposing her pale ass and the unshaven, tangled tuft of brown curls above and around her labia.

Magg made a comment, causing Gromo to squeal with evil laughter. Leia covered her breasts with one hand and her crotch with another, fighting disgusted humiliation. "There. Now what?"

"Now you will be scanned," R-P1S said. "Step forward and put your hands and face into the appropriate areas of the machine."

Pursing her lips, Leia walked to the indicated apparatus. It was a tangled column of tubes, wires, and readouts, with a chinrest and lens for her face, two ports for her to insert her hands into and two rectangles on the platform indicating where to place bipedal feet. Leaning forward a bit, she did, and was somewhat startled to have restraints clamp around her wrists. The machine beeped, and a bright red light suddenly shone into her eyes through the lenses, making her squint.

"Scan commencing." A hum rose from the machine as bands of red and blue light slowly worked their way across Leia's body.

She stood there and waited, bent slightly forward.

After a brief time the machine sounded a warning tone.

"Contraband detected," R-P1S intoned.

The droid scuttled up behind her, and she felt the cold metal of its hull against her ass cheeks as it reached for her braid. Her head jerked back slightly in the frame as metal fingers probed through the woven length of hair, finally finding and removing a set of metal lockpicks.

"Amateurish," R-P1S said smugly. "You should have used a patch of artificial skin."

"Would that have worked?" Leia asked, without much real interest.

"No. However, it would have presented a more interesting challenge."

Leia waited for the droid to move away. It did not. Which in a way was good, as it kept the Gamorreans from being able to watch her exposed, out-jutting bottom. But its presence in her personal space made her uneasy.

The machine finished its light show, and a tone sounded.

"Exterior scan complete," R-P1S said. "Cavity search to begin."

"CAVITY SEARCH!? ...Wait! Hold on!" Leia yelped. "What do you mean-"

"A possibility exists that you have stored contraband in your waste disposal vent," R-P1S replied brightly. "Fortunately, I am equipped with the necessary scanning attachment. Hold still."

"Now just hold on a minute, you-"

Leia's irate words broke off into a gasp as something metal, flexible, and long pushed out of a port on R-P1S's hull, between the twin moons of her ass, and against her puckered anus. Snakelike, the slick round tip of the metal probe pushed through her sphincter and slithered into her rectum, and she clamped down on it in tense surprise. She winced in pain as her muscles stretched to accommodate the intruder.

"Scanning," R-P1S droned.

Leia squirmed and shifted, gritting her teeth as the metal tube pushed deeper and deeper into her. The droid's hands reached down to clamp on her hips, holding her still. She could hear the amused hoots of the Gamorreans, and flushed bright red.

The prehensile probe went still further in, and she bit her lip. "I'm not... hiding any blasters... in my colon," she said through gritted teeth.

"Just being thorough," R-P1S replied, adjusting its grip on her hips. "You have an extremely attractive rectal interior, by the way. It is very beautiful."

She responded to the compliment with automatic diplomatic etiquette, "Thank you." And then caught herself, "Wait, what?" Now that was just... creepy. And it made her uncomfortably aware of how sexual this position would be if the one holding and penetrating her wasn't an impartial droid.

"I will store recordings for later perusal. Deploying sensory blisters." Leia sucked in her breath as the tube in her ass suddenly developed bumps along its length. Most of them weren't that noticeable, but one of them was pressing a spot that stimulated... her knees went a little weak, and she felt the droid's grip tighten a bit, holding her up.

"How... how long is this going to take?" she managed.

"Not long. I am very efficient."

That was a relief. The combination of stimulation and discomfort was making her sweat a little. She hoped the droid couldn't pick up on what the interior pressure was doing to her, but the fact that it was a medical droid currently engaged in scanning her made that unlikely.

The probe in her ass rotated, and Leia let out an involuntary gasp and her hips quivered. That felt... she clamped her mouth shut.

"Good... very good. Scanning concluded." The droid's hands pulled her hips as it scuttled back a step, forcing her to lean further forward as she stumbled a step back with him, still impaled up the ass. A warm, wet feeling suddenly made itself known deep in her rectum, and Leia's eyes widened.

"W-what?"

"Administering vaccines," R-P1S informed her. "It will take a few moments to shoot the entire load."

Leia flushed again, really, really wishing he had used different words. "Most medical droids use needles, you know."

"Wasteful. Causes minor damage to the dermal layer. Can lead to infection. This process is superior."

It held her hips steady for a few moments while it finished. Then she felt the various bumps retract and the flexible probe began to slither out of her ass. Dripping a gooey blue fluid, it emerged from her bottom and dangled flacidly beneath the droid.

Leia breathed a sigh of relief as it left her. Her anus felt a little loose, but she expected that was temporary. "Are we done?"

"Almost. One last thing." She heard another port open, and then something small and hard pressed against her left inner thigh, right where her leg met her crotch. There was a brief flash of minor pain, and then it withdrew.

"You are now printed with Jabba's sigil," R-P1S told her. "It is, of course, permanent. As you will remain his property until you die, that should not be a problem."

"What!?" Leia cursed. It had probably stamped her with an ultradermal tattoo. They were notoriously hard to get removed... particularly given where it had put it. At least it wasn't where 99.9% of the people she met would ever be able to see it.

R-P1S let go of her hips, and at the same moment the restraints around her wrists unlocked and opened.

Leia straightened and turned; one arm covering her breasts, the other going between her butt cheeks to wipe away a glob of blue gel. The droid scuttered out of her personal space, his limp probe still obscenely dangling beneath him, leaving a faint trail of blue droplets on the metal floor.

"Stay there," R-P1S instructed.

The droid searched through a storage shelf, and then returned, holding a metal collar with a glowing power light and a small readout built into it. "Kneel briefly."

Unhappily, Leia dropped to one knee.

The droid carefully snapped the collar shut around her neck, adjusted it, and then nodded. The collar beeped twice, then sat silent, a metal noose around her neck.

"Someone else will attach a chain to that. It will monitor your biosigns, so do not think you can get out of it unnoticed."

"The thought hadn't occurred to me," Leia lied. She was willing to bet it also tracked her location. "Can I get dressed now?"

"Dressed?" R-P1S grated with a droid approximation of laughter. "Your clothing will be searched and then incinerated. The guards will take you to find something suitable to wear. My medical knowledge of your species tells me that you will suffer no lasting harm from spending a period indoors without clothing."

Leia stared at him, then looked warily at the four Gamorreans. All of them were watching her with unnerving intentness. Keeping her one arm in front of her breasts, she moved her other hand down to cover her crotch. "May I go and do that, then?" she asked curtly.

"Yes. I expect I will see you again, as I will be your medical recourse for the remainder of your life. Have the guards bring you directly here if you develop health issues."

"Thank you," Leia said without enthusiasm, and walked past him towards the Gamorreans and the door.

"May I comment again that you have a delightful posterior torso for a human female, and I enjoyed examining it from the inside," R-P1S said as she left. "I made note of your physical responses."

Right... Leia walked faster, her cheeks once again reddening. Gugg took one arm, Tukk took the other, and they proceeded out into the wide subterranean corridor.

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Naked, Leia was marched down the hallway. Tukk held her upper arm in a fairly relaxed, not uncomfortable grip, allowing her to keep her forearm in front of her bobbing breasts. Gugg, by contrast, held her tightly by the other forearm, painfully yanking it away whenever she tried to cover her private area. The Gamorreans talked in their own language as they went, and Leia tried to ignore the looks that those who passed by gave her.

Then, from the gloom of the far corridor, she saw Boba Fett approach. He walked up, seemed to look her up and down, and then rasped out a chuckle. "Such a pleasant dish to be threatening people with thermal detonators. This is far more your style."

"Your style will be dead in a ditch, with a blaster hole through that fancy helmet," Leia replied flatly. "I doubt I'll have to wait too long."

"Lots of people have thought that, girl. Most of them are dead." Again the rasping chuckle. "You would have been wasted on that Corellian. Now maybe you'll get put to some good use. You play your cards right, Jabba may even give you to me."

"Dream on," Leia snarled. "The day I let you touch me-"

Without warning, the bounty hunter's arm shot out, and his gun hand clamped on her left breast. Leia yelped, and then sucked in her breath as his gloved thumb rubbed over her nipple. He squeezed, twice, as if he was pulling a trigger. Then, with Tukk starting to make ominous rumbles, he released her tit and pulled his hand away.

"I guess this is that day," Fett told her, amused. "Until next time, Princess."

Fuming and speechless, Leia watched as he walked past them. He would pay for that, she mentally promised herself. She owed the bounty hunter, first for taking Han from her, now for this.

Gugg shoved her, and she staggered forward, resuming her walk through the lower depths. It seemed to take a long, long time to get where they were going, and she was sure by the time they got there half of Jabba's palace was going to have seen her naked. She shivered in the fetid air and tried to hurry.

---

Finally they reached a small door. Tukk opened it, and the group of them went in. Gromo shutt it securely behind them. It was dimly lit inside, but Leia could see it was a storeroom with shelves and bins of clothing, ornaments, fabric, and furniture.

Tukk released her arm and snuffled something in the Gamorrean tongue. Gugg responded immediately and at length, and Gromo and Magg nodded their heads as if in agreement. Tukk walked over to one of the many boxes and bales and began rooting around in it. Not finding what he was looking for, Tukk moved to another bin, and another, and then disappeared into another aisle.

Still holding Leia's arm, Gugg steered her forward towards a large cloth bale. Leia eyed it dubiously as they approached. It looked to her like an oversized roll of fabric, not clothing or any particularly promising material for clothing.

"That looks like curtains, not clothing," she said, glancing around. "Maybe something from those racks over there..."

Gugg made an amused noise, and then suddenly heavy Gamorrean hands were shoving Leia forwards. With a shout of surprise, she tumbled onto the thigh-high bale, draped over it as hands held her down.

"HEY! Let go of me! Let go, you clumsy..!"

Rather than let go, Magg circled around the bale and took hold of both her wrists, facing her. As Leia struggled, she heard the swishing sound of fur and leather falling away behind her, and then felt Gugg's hands clamp around her upper thighs. With irresistable strength, he began to pull her legs open.

With a cold stab of horror, Leia suddenly realized what he intended to do. "NO!" she screamed. "NO! LET GO! DON'T!"

Magg and Gugg just snorted with mirth. Gromo was approaching her now from the side; Leia could see that he had already tugged open his tunic, and sticking out of his crotch was an erect, fleshy green penis with a warty reddish head covered with purple-green bumps. He was stroking it as if in anticipation.

Screaming, Leia thrashed and kicked. "NO!" It did absolutely no good at all.

Gugg's hands squeezed her thighs eagerly, and then he brought his hulking body close against hers, his belly resting on the raised cheeks of her ass.

She felt a hard object press against her brown-furred outer lips, and screamed again. "NO! PLEASE, DON'T!"

Leia's romantic life had always been stunted by her position, the amount of work she had, and priorities that put affairs of the heart a dead last. She had kissed and embraced a few men, but except for the one time she had eaten out Mon Mothma to get a plum assignment, Leia had remained a virgin. She had planned to have Han be her first, preferably after a candlelit dinner in a resort somewhere exotic and private.

These plans shattered into jagged pieces as Gugg's penis pushed into her exposed cunt. It entered her, and briefly stopped as it met her hymen. Then, with a snort from the impatient Gamorrean, he bore down harder and it tore through her maidenhead and down her previously untouched hole.

"NNAAAAAAAGH!" Leia screamed, pain and sensation shooting through her.

Gugg adjusted his grip on her hips, grunted, and began to vigorously fuck her with choppy, semi-regular strokes. She cried out as his thick cock began to slide in and out of her tight little snatch, the sensation of fullness and pain in her virgin hole almost unbearable.

"Please, stop... please..." she gasped.

Magg reached down, pulled her head back by the braid, and shoved his own lumpy cock in her face.

Leia stared at the thing, and the dangling green ballsack beneath it, and tried to look away. Magg turned her head back, and then Gugg thrust particularly deep into her, making her gasp and cry out. As she did, Magg forced his penis into her open mouth, cutting her cry off. Thrashing her head, Leia bit down on his cock. It proved too rubbery thick for her teeth to penetrate, and with an amused set of snorts Magg started to move his broad hips back and forth a little.

Her mouth tasted of Gamorrean genital sweat, a flavour that was probably an acquired taste, salty and oddly umami. She tried not to gag as his green cock filled her mouth, and she tried to keep it from going into her throat by pressing against it with her tongue and lips. That brought a pleased sounding reaction from Magg.

Gugg continued to hump at her pussy with stolid regularity. His broad belly wobbled against her butt and lower back as he took her, and his scrotum slapped against the top of her crotch. Leia choked back a moan around the meaty rod stuffing her mouth as the Gamorrean deflowered her. Beads of sweat began to dot her body, and she made a low noise in her throat.

Before very long, Leia felt Gugg stiffen and lean forward, and then a hot, spurting wetness erupted in her ravished tunnel. The Gamorrean pushed hard against her, his hands tightening on her hips, a high-pitched squealing noise coming from his toothy mouth. The hot spurting continued, the wetness filling her stuffed cunt, and then abruptly stopped.

Grunting in contentment, Gugg slapped Leia on the ass and then stepped back, tugging his organ free of her broken-in hole. The green cock slid out, and she felt a load of Gamorrean cum and her own fluids drizzle from her now-gaping vulva.

Gugg stepped away, and out of the corner of her eye she saw Gromo move to stand between her feet. She tried to scream again, but the cock in her mouth just caused an appalled gurgle. Gromo grabbed her thighs, lifted her feet off the ground, and then slowly pushed his penis into her already-ravished hole. It slid easily inside with a squishy slurp.

Gromo was not as big as Gugg had been, Leia quickly discovered, but he was a lot more energetic and imaginative. His hands fondled her ass while he fucked her, his smaller prick sliding easily through her tight tunnel filled with cum and slickness. Leia writhed under his touch, impaled on his organ and quivering on the fabric bale as she was taken again. One broad finger went to play with her puckered asshole, and Leia let out a muffled moan.

Her mouth was suddenly filled with a tangy, musky taste as Magg reached his climax. Leia gagged as semen flooded her mouth, and swallowed to keep from choking. The shaft in her mouth pulsed again, spurting another glob of hot cum at the back of her tongue. The Gamorrean pulled his cock from between her lips and it twitched one last time. The spurt of cum landed next to her nose and dribbled over her upper lip as she gasped for air.

Magg stepped back, releasing her wrists, and Leia spit his cum onto the bale and tried to push herself up. "Get off me... ahhhhhhhn!"

To keep their captive held down held down, Gromo redoubled his thrusts into her swollen, sopping cunt. And he grabbed her braid with one hand and pulled, forcing her head to snap up.

She watched Gugg step in front of her, his limp green prick still out, still covered with his cum and her blood and slickness. Holding her head still with one hand, he pressed his organ to her lips, waiting for her to gasp for breath, and then pushed himself into her mouth. 

Leia tasted the remains of her deflowering as her tongue couched Gugg's shrunken member. It began to grow in her mouth, but she barely noticed. Most of her attention was fixed on Gromo's penis spearing her clenching vagina, which suddenly stopped thrusting. Gromo's heavy belly and naked thighs pressed against her from behind.

Again, she felt a gush of warm wetness deep within. Gromo squealed and squeezed her asscheeks lovingly, spending himself as deep inside her as his smaller organ could manage. Then he stepped back, slipping out of her with a squelch.

Now Magg stepped up behind her. Numbly, Leia closed her eyes and waited. It didn't take long. Magg's penis was half-flaccid after cumming in her mouth and he positioned it against her dripping hole. He stroked the green cock, attempted to stiffen it, but had little success. He pressed the fleshy mass against her slick cunt and was barely able to get the soft cock head just inside. Magg growled and snorted, clearly frustrated. He began to hump her violently, slamming his hips against her, making her groan with pain and exertion around Gugg's cock. Magg's limp, soft penis filled the entrance of her tunnel, but it didn't stiffen or go any further.

Gugg said something.

Snorting and snuffling vilely, Magg gave Leia's hindquarters a final violent thrust, and then stepped back. Smugly, Gugg motioned to Gromo. Chortling, the other Gamorrean stepped in front of her again and seized her wrists. Nodding, Gugg slid his erect length from her mouth.

Leia gasped and wheezed, letting air fill her lungs. She didn't see or sense Gugg walking behind her until his hands once again upon her ass.

"Oh, please, not again-"

Her soft, desperate plea was cut off as his cock pushed into her dripping vulva for the second time. Leia wailed raggedly as the penis that had taken her royal virginity plowed her again, driving into her swollen, sticky cunt over and over. She could see Gromo laughing in front of her as Gugg snorted and thrust against her from behind, making her moan and quiver as she was ravished.

It seemed to last for hours, although in reality Gugg probably only managed another minute. Finally, she heard him squeal and felt his length twitch, and another gush of hot wetness was inside her. Gugg patted her on the ass, and then slowly pulled out. Gromo released her wrists, and she collapsed limp on the bale, breathing heavily.

Leia just lay there for a second, getting her wind back, Gamorrean cum and her own nectar dripping from her open snatch. She felt a low, banked rage begin to form deep inside her as she absorbed what had just happened. It was at that moment that she decided that she wasn't leaving the palace until Jabba was dead. Nobody did this to her and lived.

She raised herself slightly on the bale, testing her unsteady limbs. Using one hand she scraped the Gamorean cum from her face and wiped her fingers on the cloth bale. She didn't seem to be injured, except for the soreness in her crotch. That was good.

To her mild surprise, she realized what had just happened had been less traumatic than her experiences on the Death Star. Between the torture and the death of her planet and most of her friends and family as she watched in helpless agony... no, next to that, this was nothing. This was just a meaningless physical act. It might cow some women, but Leia had been forged of stronger mettle. It would take a good deal more than this to break her.

She saw Tukk approach her. He had not taken a turn raping her, and she recoiled, bracing for another assault. Instead, he held out some pieces of cloth and metal. Warily, she took and examined them. It looked like a...

She looked at Tukk in disbelief. "This is what I am supposed to wear?"

Tukk snorted, and spread his hands in the universal symbol of 'what can I do, this is how it is'.

Leia sighed. "Okay." She turned around and leaned back against the cloth bale, and looked down between her legs in disgust. "Can I have a cloth or a towel?"

Tukk grunted, and casually ripped a strip of cloth from the bale she was leaning against. He handed it to her.

"Thank you." She mopped at her pubic fur and labia, drenched with Gugg and Gromo's cum and her blood and nectar. It was a matted mess, but she got most of it wiped up. As she did, she raised her leg slightly to examine the spot R-P1S had tattooed her. It was right in the hinge of her left thigh; a cherry red stamp of Jabba's sigil with two small words in Huttese under it. 'Hutt Slut'.

Yes, Jabba would pay. Sullenly, she mopped at her face with the cloth, cleaning the remains of Magg's semen from it. Then she began to fumble with the clothing she had been given.

It wasn't much. There was a cloth-and-metal bra that looked uncomfortable. There was a golden belt of metal plates with a wine-colored loincloth attached. And there was an engraved pair of soft leather shoes. No panties. Leia put the outfit on; it covered her genitals and most of her ass, but left the side of her hips and thighs completely exposed. There were two mismatched armbands and a hair ornament, both of which she put on.

Gromo, Gugg, and Magg where standing in a knot, buckling their tunics back together and talking and laughing in their oinking speech.

Leia looked back to Tukk, who was watching her passively. "Do you have a mirror I can use?"

He grunted an affirmative, and reached out to take her arm. Leia flinched, but his grip was loose and he merely tugged her to follow him. They walked to a corner of the storeroom, and Tukk let go of her arm and pulled away a sheet hanging over something, revealing a large, full-body mirror.

Leia examined herself in the glass. The outfit made it immediately clear that she was a concubine and courtesan. The disgusting connotations of that aside... which had just literally been rammed home to her... she thought she looked pretty good. If she had to be a slave girl, at least she could be an exotic, elegant slave girl. Ego aside, the more high-priced she appeared the more value her life held, and the more she could potentially get away with.

Tukk gave an inquiring snuffle.

"It's fine," she lied, catching his meaning. It wasn't, but it was probably the best she was going to get, with whatever Jabba planned for her.

The big Gamorrean grunted, and motioned her over to a chair. Leia frowned, but obediently walked over and sat down.

Tukk turned and went over to a cabinet against one wall. There was a series of clinks and clanks, and then he walked back towards her holding a long length of chain.

"What is that for?" Leia asked sharply. She didn't like the looks of this.

With a shrug, Tukk snuffled a reply that was completely lost on her. Leaning over her, he reached out to carefully take the collar round her neck in one huge hand. Leia squirmed nervously at what was essentially a grip on her throat, but Tukk merely held it steady while he fiddled with the back of the collar. Taking the chain, he put one end of it to the collar. There was an electronic beep, a humming noise, and then the Gamorrean grunted and let go, stepping away. The chain stayed firmly attached to her collar.

"So, it's a leash." Leia glared at him.

Tukk looked back, seemingly unbothered, and then pointed towards the door.

"Right." She was all too pleased to leave this place behind. Adjusting the collar on her neck, she stood and headed for the door, Tukk trailing behind her holding her leash.

The other three Gamorreans were fully dressed, and they waddled out the door in a loose group around her.

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Again Leia and the four guards went through the shadowed halls of the underpalace, passing Jabba's minions, hirelings, and prisoners. She got several admiring gazes, which she studiously ignored, keeping her head held high as she marched with what dignity she could muster, her long braid swinging behind her. They proceeded steadily upwards, until finally they climbed a staircase and traveled a short corridor into Jabba's audience hall.

The band was playing a pleasant, low-key melody as they walked through the room. The motley crowd of bounty hunters and courtiers buzzed with interest as she was brought before Jabba's dais, several of them amazed at the transformation of the menacing mercenary who had brought in Chewbacca.

She could see C-3P0 standing behind the corpulent Hutt, next to his Twi'lek majordomo. The droid seemed startled to see her. "My goodness, Princess Leia!" he exclaimed. "That's a very daring outfit. But you pull it off very well, of course."

Jabba rumbled in irritation, and thumped the droid with one pudgy hand. C-3P0 jumped in alarm, and then turned back to her. "Slave Handmaiden... the mighty Jabba demands that you kneel before him."

Leia wanted to tell C-3P0 what Jabba could do with his demands, but her mind was already in the cold, dispassionate tactical mode that had done so much damage to the Empire over the course of her career. Any Rebel who wanted to survive and prevail knew that there was a time to fight, and a time to pretend to be docile and loyal. Slowly, she sank to her knees before the Hutt, her head bowing in submission.

Jabba gave a pleased chortle. "Good, very good. You are dressed appropriately for your new duties, I see." His wide yellow eyes lingered on her. "And you seem to have learned your place. Good. Tether her to my dais."

Pushing forward, Tukk walked to the front of Jabba's platform and carefully secured the end of the chain to a metal socket. Then he stepped back, leaving Leia bound to the crimelord's dais by the long, clinking leash. The small, monkey-like creature Jabba kept as a pet scurried to the edge of the platform, gave the leash a mocking tug, and then tittered with malicious laughter.

"Better," the Hutt said. "Most of the time you will lie up here with me, so you can be admired. If I keep you. Beauty without talent; well, it isn't enough. Can you dance?"

"Yes," Leia replied, head still bowed.

"Good." Jabba heaved his bulk forward a little, menacingly. "Show me."

Leia got to her feet, and looked around. The crowd, murmuring with interest, moved back, clearing a broad space in front of Jabba's dias. She walked forward a few feet, careful to leave enough slack in the chain.

Jabba gestured to the band, and they began to play a low, intricate, sensuous dance tune. She cocked her head for a second, getting a feel for the rhythm and the mood and tempo. Then she went into motion.

Most of the Rebellion would not have met Jabba's expectations very well. But Leia had been raised as Princess Leia Organa, scion of the royal house of Alderaan, and as such she had been trained extensively under a dancing master. The intent had been to make her able to shine on the dance floors of any number of diplomatic balls and cultural festivities... but her training had been broad enough to allow her to execute the sort of dance Jabba was obviously looking for.

She began slowly, with a subtle ululation of her body. Her arms went out, and then she began to slowly dance in a circle, her upper body swaying but straight, her lower body undulating.

There were murmurs from the audience; positive ones, she thought. She widened the circle, then abruptly broke it, skipping from one side of the room to the other, her gestures reaching towards the crowd. Then she spun back into the center, spinning, her arms reaching up.

"My goodness," C-3P0 commented. "I had no idea she could dance."

Murmurs of admiration rose. Out of the corner of her eye, Leia could see two of Jabba's Twi'lek slave girls watching her with a look of professional appraisal. She danced on, small beads of sweat forming on her body as it spun in the warm, humid air.

"Very good," Jabba boomed, pleased. "Now dance with your hindquarters."

That would be about the disgusting slug's speed. Fluidly, Leia shifted her hands down to her hips. Her knees and back bent, and her posterior jutted out. She began a shuffling sort of step, her backside swaying.

More murmurs, this time with a hungry edge to them. One of the Twi'lek girls nudged the other and whispered something in her ear. Leia ignored it and kept dancing, listening only to the thud of her footfalls and the rhythmic clink of the chain. Her hands glided down her hips and around that portion of the twin moons of her ass that the loincloth didn't cover. With the angle she was presenting, the fabric was bunched between her cheeks anyway, making the cleft of her rear plain as she waggled it.

The noise from the audience grew louder. Leia slowly turned in a circle, showing off what her owner had asked for. Now and then hands reached out of the crowd for her, and she had to quickly step away. Once fingers brushed against the bare flesh of her ass before she darted out of reach.

The music finally came to a close, and Leia drew to a halt, breathing quickly. Perspiration covered her body in a glistening sheen.

"Better than I expected," Jabba said musingly. "I think I made the right decision not to give you to Fett for trade. I am partial to Twi'leks, but a sophisticated being enjoys variety. Come here. Sit on the dais with me."

Half-relieved, half-apprehensive, Leia approached the crimelord's platform. Carefully, she eased herself up to sit on the edge of it.

Grabbing the chain, the Hutt yanked on it, pulling Leia backwards to rest against Jabba's bulk. She fought back a noise of disgust at the feel of the slightly slimy, wrinkled skin on her bare back.

"That's right," the Hutt cooed. "Just sit there and rest."

Leia took his advice, regaining her energy while waiting for his next demand. It never came. What instead occurred was a long, dull, uncomfortable stretch of reclining next to the corpulent crimelord while the business of his court went on. The whole while she could feel eyes on her, spectators excited by her dancing and wanting something more.

C-3P0 occasionally tried to start up a conversation, but Jabba always either thumped him or gave him so baleful a look that the protocol droid immediately quieted. That was fine with Leia; she didn't feel much like talking.

There was neither sign nor mention of Han. She hoped he was all right. He had the devil's own luck, but he could be remarkably lacking in sense sometimes.

Finally the day's business seemed to come to a close, and most of the court began to shuffle off. Jabba waved a fat hand at Tukk and Gugg, who waddled over. "See that she's fed," the Hutt rumbled. "Have her back here before noon tomorrow. Understood?"

The two Gamorreans both nodded. Then Gugg stooped and, with effort, uncoupled her chain from the dais. Giving the leash a rough tug, he led her off. Tukk, Magg, and Gromo fell in around them.

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The five of them descended back into the underworld, walking at an unhurried pace through the wide, grimy corridors. Leia tried to figure out the relation her four guards had. Squad? Family unit? Clanmates?

Finally they stopped at a closed power door, which Gugg thumbed open. They stepped through into a large, badly-lit room filled with long tables. At each table sat Gamorreans, plates in front of them, eating and drinking tankards of something. A counter at the far end of the room had a battered serving droid with an autokitchen behind it.

With a grunt, Gugg prodded Leia forward, and the five of them went through the hall towards the counter.

Curious glances followed them, but most of the Gamorreans seemed too focused on their food to do anything more than watch. Getting to the counter, Gugg and the others each snuffled something out in their oinking tongue, then waited. The serving droid bleeped, then turned to the autokitchen and busied itself. Before long it brought back four trays of food, one of which was taken by each guard.

Gugg set his tray on a nearby table, then returned to the counter and snorted something else. The droid beeped again, and after a few moments produced a dish full of chopped meat and some sort of cooked tuber vegetable. Gugg grunted in satisfaction, and took the bowl.

Giving Leia's chain a jerk, Gugg lifted the bowl in his hand and pointed it at her mouth. The message was clear: this was her dinner. Then he stooped, and placed it on the ground.

Leia frowned, wondering what that was about. She bent and picked up the dish, intending to sit down at the table.

A harsh yank on the chain stopped her from moving forward. Gugg roughly yanked the dish out of her hands, and once again placed it on the ground. Then he pointed to it.

Bitter understanding dawned. Curbing her anger, Leia slowly lowered herself to her hands and knees. Then, on all fours, she lowered her head to her bowl and began to eat.

The room filled with harsh, raucous, oinking laughter as the assembled Gamorreans pointed at her from their tables and benches.

Leia's cheeks burned as she ate, feeling humiliated and mocked. The image of the last Princess of Alderaan and a leader of the Rebel Alliance on a leash, eating out of a bowl like some quadruped pet made her want to kill someone. Many someones.

She was also uncomfortably aware that the ass she had just done her best to highlight was now hiked invitingly in the air, presenting, with only a thin strip of cloth covering the cleft of her pale ass. She ate as fast as she could, hating the fact that it just made her look even more like a four-legged animal eager to devour the dinner its master had given it.

She sensed movement behind her and tensed, bracing for the worst. Then Tukk walked past her head, and stooped in front of her. Motioning her back, he took the dish, straightened, and then set it at a clear spot on the table. Then he gestured for her to sit on the bench in front of it, indicating that she would finish her meal at the table.

Gugg now rose, and angrily snorted something at him. Unmoved, Tukk grunted back.

The two Gamorreans stared at each other for a while, and Leia could sense the room suddenly fill with interested tension. She glanced around for a spot to hide if trouble started.

Then Gugg snuffled, made a dismissive gesture, and sat back down.

Tukk grunted, and again motioned for Leia to sit.

Shooting him a grateful look, she took a seat on the bench and began to eat like a sentient being, albeit a sentiment being with no utensils.

As she ate, Leia re-evaluated the four guards. She had thought Tukk was the low man on the totem pole, weaker or stupider or of lower rank or whatever Gamorreans used to determine pecking order. After all, the other three had each taken a turn with her, and he had been busy getting her outfit together. But she didn't get a sense of weakness from him; quite the opposite. And that confrontation had not been the act of a lower status peon. Tukk clearly knew he had the status and ability to interfere with one of Gugg's amusements, and Gugg obviously took him seriously enough to back down instead of forcing the matter.

Could Tukk actually have what passed for ethics among a Gamorrean? Leia supposed it was possible. On the other hand, he worked for Jabba, and she sincerely doubted anyone with a truly sound moral compass would do that. It was also possible that he simply wasn't attracted to humans, hence his non-participation in the rape, and didn't have any patience for games with the slave that Jabba himself had ordered him to look after. That seemed rather more likely. Or maybe he was the senior officer among the four guards and only enforced his authority when he needed to.

Either way, she felt he was definitely the safest of the Gamorreans as long as she obeyed. And very likely he would be the opposite when the time came for her to make her move.

They loitered in the dining hall for some time. After they finished their meals, the four Gamorreans refilled their tankards and circulated through the room, talking and drinking with their fellows. Magg got into a dice game at one table, and Gugg got a rag and a can of foul smelling polish and worked on his axe blade while conversing with a group of drinkers. Tukk and Gromo wandered over to a group at a battered holo-projector in one corner, playing some sort of... trivia game? Musicless Kareoke? It was hard to tell.

Finally the evening came to an abrupt end when a red light by the door switched on and a muted klaxon sounded. The Gamorrean horde abruptly seemed to break up, setting aside tankards, dice, and cards and shuffling towards the door. Her four keepers drifted back to her, and Gromo picked up her leash. Then, following the crowd, the five of them left the hall.

They wandered further down into the underpalace, finally turning down a dimly-lit metal corridor. A small droid scuttled past, trailing the smell of disinfectant. Leia grew increasingly uneasy. Where were they taking her?

They had passed rows and rows of doors, and now they stopped at one, no different than the others except for the number stenciled on it. Magg thumbed the door control, and they entered.

Inside was a small, metal-floored room with four large lockers built into one wall. Spaced throughout it were four beds. On one wall hung a picture of a wild-looking, alien landscape, a Gamorrean in some sort of impractical-looking costume standing in the foreground. There was nothing else in the room.

Tukk shut the door, and then the four guards went to the lockers. The axes and tool belts were removed first. Then all four began to strip off their clothing. Leia tensed, but they seemed to ignore her, focused on unbuckling their fur and leather jerkins and hanging them up, peeling metal bracers off their muscular arms and setting them on locker shelves. Once completely naked, each of them walked over to their respective bed and climbed in.

Leia stood there, a bit confused. Had the door locked? Nobody was holding her chain, or making any move to do so. She could curl up on the floor, or lean against a wall, and wait for them to fall asleep...

A red light by the door flicked on, and the overhead lights dimmed to almost nothing. As her eyes started to adjust, a computerized voice came from the ceiling, speaking Huttese. "Lights out. Floor will electrify in five... four..."

Electrify?! What the hell? Suddenly the metal floor seemed decidedly uninviting. The lockers were built into the wall, no help there. The only place to go was one of the beds, and she only had about two seconds to do so.

Frantically Leia made a dive for the nearest bed, stumbling a bit in the dim darkness. She left the floor just as the voice finished saying "One," and heard a crackling noise as a sudden charge ran through the metal surface. Probably not lethal; she expected it was a modulated stun charge like most security floors used. Probably. She didn't want to test that hypothesis.

Now, however, she was sprawled on a rather too small bed, half on the mattress, half on the bare bulk of a Gamorrean. She heard a squealing snort of amusement from her bedfellow; it was Gugg. With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Leia slid off of him and settled on her side, facing away from Gugg. There was so little room...

Gugg was having none of it. His big hands reached out to paw at her, pulling her even closer. She tried to tug away, and he simply got a little rougher in his attentions. She could feel his erection pressing against her ass, and drew in her breath.

The big Gamorrean started to fumble with the catch of her metallic halter.

Leia squirmed, desperately considering putting up a fight; she could try and go for his eyes, or attack his genitals. She was extremely proficient in hand to hand combat, including the sort they didn't teach you in sport fighting. Unfortunately, that expertise gave her an accurate view of this matchup: Gugg was vastly heavier and vastly stronger than her, he was also a trained fighter, and she was in close contact with him, prone, on an extremely small platform that she couldn't leave. She had no chance of winning this fight. At best she would simply make him angry.

Coldly, Leia evaluated her options and concluded that the best course of action was simply to stay as passive as possible to avoid any injury that might jeopardize her chances of escape later. She knew what that meant for tonight, and silently made her peace with it as much as she could.

Gugg finally managed to pull her halter free, exposing her breasts. He placed the halter somewhere she did not see, perhaps behind himself. Then his strong green arm was wrapped around her again and his large hand was pawing at her breast.

Leia winced in pain as he crudely squeezed them, fondling the soft globes with little care for his own strength. That seemed to content him for a minute or two; then he let go, grabbed her by the sides, and scooted back in the bed, pulling her along. His grip guided her to to lie flat on her back, and as she craned her head up to see, she saw Gugg rearing up onto his knees to loom over her. The Gamorrean casually flipped up the front of her loincloth, exposing her chestnut-furred snatch to his hungry gaze. He grunted lustfully, and made an easy to understand gesture to her: Open up.

Burying her deep core of rage under an icy self-control, Leia slowly spread her legs for him.

Eagerly, Gugg twisted and climbed over her leg. She had to spread her legs much further to accomodate his bulk as he kneeled between her thighs. She bent her knees and pulled her feet up as he descended down upon her, his belly engulfing her stomach and lower chest. He kept his upper body off of her by balancing himself on one hand planted next to her head, perhaps knowing that his full weight would crush her.

His other hand slipped between her legs, grabbed his erect organ, and guided it to her vulva. The head bumped against her clit, making her bit eher lip, and then moved down. Gugg dragged the tip of his cock up and down her slit, spreading her petals before he snorted and pushed forward. Leia gave a despairing groan as his green cock pushed into her.

The big Gamorrean removed his hand and placed it on the other side of her head. Without further ceremony Gugg began to hump away between her thighs. Leia gasped and quivered, his weight driving some of the breath from her body as he repeatedly bore down upon her. She was still mostly dry and he was big, probably too big for her recently-virgin cunt to handle without lubrication, making his efforts physically painful. She raised her feet and grabbed her knees, hoping to change the angle to make it easier to bear.

It went on and on in a sort of dreadful monotony. Gugg just pounded away like some sort of machine, the only variation being the noises and grunting breaths coming from him, and the choked cries and moans from her. Between the darkness and the sameness of it, she wasn't sure how long he lasted. At least with this angle her tunnel eventually created some wetness to help lubricate the penetration.

Then, suddenly, Gugg lowered himself almost fully onto her. Her pooled, jiggling breasts pressed against the flab and muscle of his torso as he brought his face down to hers. His mouth, ridiculously wider than hers and full of thick tusks, pressed against her own red lips in a lustful kiss. Leia gasped for air as his thick tongue pushed into her mouth, his saliva tasting of lettuce and nuts. She was less concerned with his affections than with the weight pressing down on her chest and lungs. Her body shuddered and her mouth worked against his, an obscene parody of a passionate kiss as she gapsed to breathe.

Gugg made one last, deep thrust and then stopped, holding himself deep inside her. She could feel his hips shudder against the inside of her thighs, and then she felt the expected rush of hot stickiness deep within her vagina, flooding into her womb.

The Gamorrean made a high-pitched, ecstatic sound in his throat, spurted a few more times, and then lifted himself off her upper body, leaving her face drenched with his saliva. As Leia coughed and gulped air, she released her knees and planted her feet on the bed. She let her feet slide out and flattened her legs as her chest heaved, breathing deeply. Gugg reached down and toyed with her rising and falling breasts, giving her now-hard nipples a roll and a pinch.

After a minute Gugg lost interest, and slid his rapidly-softening penis out of her gooey snatch. He clambered over her leg and rolled onto his side, trailing a strand of semen along the top of her thigh. He gave a satisfied snort and then closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Leia lay there for a second, legs still splayed, crotch sore and open to the air, an emptiness in her vagina; she recovered and took stock of herself. The brute hadn't broken any of her ribs, which she'd been afraid of. She didn't think there was even any brusing. And her joints seemed fine. All and all, unharmed, so she'd achieved what she'd set out to achieve. She reminded herself that this was the important thing.

A glowing bit of red between her legs caught her eye, and she sat up in bed to look. It was the brand the medical droid had given her, she realized. 'Hutt Slut'. Apparently it was fluorescent.

Gritting her teeth, Leia lowered herself back down and closed her legs. Her thigh and the side of her torso rubbed against Gugg's sleeping bulk as she did so; they were in such tight quarters that she would practically have to sleep pressed against him.

She wondered how Han was faring. Gradually, fretfully, with cum drying on her thigh and seeping from her tender pussy, Leia drifted into an uneasy sleep.

Continued in Chapter 2

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