All Part of the Plan - Chapter 2 - The Second Day

Chapter 2: The Second Day

Leia woke from fitful dreams of dancing, to the sensation of the penis that had taken her virginity, spearing into her cunt once again. She let out a strangled, labored scream, and then Gugg was pressing against her from behind, holding her by each breast as he lay on his side and enjoyed her once again during the night.

Dreamlike, she struggled more this time, moaning choked sobs. But sleep stole any real vigor from her limbs, and Gugg would not be denied. He deposited his Gamorrean cum in her again, and then, having once more conquered the tight, swollen snatch he had been the first to break in, he went back to sleep, not even bothering to pull out.

Leia lay there on her side against him, mentally and physically exhausted, his penis still lodged within her. When he's shrunk enough, she muzzily thought to herself, she'd ease him out. Just a minute or so longer.

She fell sound asleep.

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Leia woke gradually, to the clatter of gear being shifted and buckled. She was alone in the bed; Gugg, half-naked, was getting dressed at his locker. She could see Magg and Gromo as well, also getting ready. There was no sign of Tukk. He must have already left, she thought to herself uneasily. The stolid Gamorrean seemed to be a somewhat moderating influence on the other three, and his absence only heightened her uneasiness.

Trying not to draw attention, she fished around in the bedsheets for her halter top. Sitting up, she shrugged it on and carefully fastened it. Her crotch was a sticky mess; hopefully they would let her bathe before taking her out to Jabba's court.

The Gamorreans finished their dressing and equipping. Magg swaggered over and took hold of her chain, then roughly yanked on it, causing her to stumble off the bed. Then he led her out the door, occasionally giving vicious tugs to the leash. The other two Gamorreans followed.

They retraced their steps of last night, heading for the Gamorrean canteen.

Magg jerked the chain at unexpected times, causing her to stagger; when she did, he would kick or cuff her, causing her to grimace in pain. The fourth time he did it, Gugg snorted something irritably and glared at Magg. The other Gamorrean glared back, but Gromo stepped forward, snuffling what seemed to be agreement with Gugg. Magg sullenly whined something, then looked away, backing down. He refrained from any more jerks or blows for the rest of the walk.

Watch out for him, Leia thought to herself.

They arrived at the door of the canteen. Before entering Magg oinked something at Gugg, who grunted a laugh and nodded his approval. With elaborate gestures, Magg pointed at Leia, and then mimed going down to a crouch.

This again. Leia gave him a flat, deadly stare, then, slowly, she went down to her hands and knees. Magg thumbed open the door, and then gave her upraised bottom a nudge with his sandal, motioning her forward.

With as much dignity as she could muster, Leia scuttled on hands and knees down the long aisle between the rows of tables, her backside swaying as she went. The front of her loincloth dragged along the ground, leaving only the rear flap of cloth to cover her asscrack and privates. Magg walked behind her, holding her leash.

Hoots and bellows rang out from the assembled Gamorreans, and Leia flushed in anger and humiliation. What made it even worse was the fact that Gugg's dried cum still streaked her thighs and hips and belly, making it obvious how she had been used during the night. Once again she silently reaffirmed her eventual vengeance, starting with the bloated slug Jabba.

Finally Magg and his reluctant pet came to a stop in front of the food counter. The Gamorreans all ordered dishes of what looked like gruel, along with tankards of whatever it was they drank. Magg then had the droid bring a bowl of gruel and a bowl of water. He set both down on the floor next to each other, and sat down at a nearby bench to eat, still holding her leash.

Leia wished that Tukk was there to intervene again. He wasn't, though. She sullenly walked on hands and knees to the two dishes. Resigned, she lowered her head to the bowl of gruel and began to feed.

It was surprisingly good; she was hungry, and the bland porridge had been flavored with what she assumed was a Gamorrean spice of some sort. She gobbled it all like a starving animal, then turned her head to the water bowl. Bending her head, she tried to figure out how to drink; eventually, she just lowered her face to it and began to lap at the water with her tongue.

She had largely finished drinking when Gromo stood up, took her leash from Magg, and gave her a familiar pat on the bottom. Startled, Leia glanced up, water dripping from her mouth. Gromo gave her head a pat, then gestured towards the far side of the canteen. Nodding, Leia crawled in the direction he was indicating with Gromo holding the leash

They came to a stop at a door. Gromo winked at her, then motioned for her to stand up. She did, hurriedly. The Gamorrean thumbed open the door, tossed his end of the chain inside, and motioned her to enter. She complied, and the door shut after her.

The room she had entered was small, with a sink, a toilet unit, and an autotowel. It was surprisingly clean for the lavatory of a Gamorrean mess, almost spotless, and stank of antiseptic. Droid cleaners, Leia guessed. She looked up, and sure enough, clinging to the ceiling was a spiderlike droid with nozzles, brushes, and similar attachments. That was a bit of a relief, in more ways than one.

She used the toilet, then went over to the sink and busied herself at it, rinsing Gugg's seed off her lower regions as best she could. When she was as presentable as she could make herself given what she had to work with, she braced herself and went out.

The other Gamorreans were waiting outside when she emerged. To her relief, they didn't force her back down onto all fours; instead, Magg just took her chain and the four proceeded directly out of the hall.

Leia at first thought they were going up to Jabba's audience hall. Soon, though, she realized that they were heading deeper instead. Where? She was rapidly learning that surprises in this place were almost always bad.

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A slimy tentacle reached out of a cell as they passed and coiled around her arm. Leia yelped, and Gugg growled and whacked it with the butt of his axe, hard. The being within, unclear in the shadow of the cell, made a mournful burbling sound and let go. Leia walked a bit faster.

Finally they reached a rusty metal door. Gromo thumbed the lock control open, and they proceeded inside. The space was dimly lit, with a sort of greenish glow to the lighting, and she could see bas-reliefs carved into  rough stone walls, depicting... were those sandpeople? The floor was bare earth, and in the center of the room was a long and wide rectangular block of solid black stone that was four feet high. The sides of this flat block were carved with the similiar images to those on the walls.

What was this place? Some sort of temple? Perhaps it had been. Jabba's palace was clearly old, a lot older than the Hutt. Undoubtably it had known previous owners. But why bring her here?

Magg led her into the room and fastened the end of her leash to a socket on the stone block. Then he stood behind her, and took hold of both of her arms, his grip painfully tight. As she squirmed in alarm and discomfort, Gromo approached her from the front. Snuffling, he reached out and placed his large palm on her bare stomach. As Leia grimaced and looked away, he slid his hand up along the curve of her left breast, then began to fumble with the latch to her halter.

Their intentions in bringing her here were now utterly clear. Equally clear was that she could do nothing meaningful to resist them. Leia closed her eyes as the halter came unbuckled, mentally preparing herself for what was coming. She had been through worse, and the important thing was to survive and keep herself ready for the moment to strike. If they mistook her for a cowed, pliant victim, so much the better.

Gromo pulled the halter free, exposing her breasts. The Gamorrean bent and nuzzled his fat lips at one of her firm globes, his big tongue teasing the brown-red nipple. Leia let out a shuddering breath, her mind pulling back into the dispassionate ice of a leader long accustomed to sending people to a horrible fate for the good of the cause. You couldn't let feelings get in the way, even when the person being sacrificed was yourself.

As he suckled, Gromo lowered his hands to her hips, sliding them along her exposed flesh. Then he worked at the buckle of the golden belt. It opened with a sharp snapping noise, and belt and attached loincloth tumbled to the ground, leaving her naked except for her soft shoes and golden armbands. Her bare skin looked pale green under the strange light.

Magg pointed at the slab. She knew what he meant. Without hesitating, she eased free of Gromo's attentions, and turned to hop up on one end of the slab, the chain round her neck clinking. The cold stone felt smooth and cool against her bare bottom.

Gromo stepped forward, making unmistakable gestures.

With calm acceptance, Leia eased herself back on the chilly slab and spread her legs. She licked her fingers on one hand, barely trembling, and reached down to rub her labia and open the folds of her pussy, hoping to lubricate herself before..

The Gamorreans closed hungrily on her.

---

Bib Fortuna strode through the underpalace with increasing irritation. He considered himself an important person, second only to Jabba himself, and the Twi'lek majordomo resented having to personally check up on a pigsty of uncouth, unruly Gamorreans. He hadn't wanted them as guards in the first place, but Jabba was impressed by their size, strength, intimidation factor, and willingness to do dirty work. The Hutt had imported a number of them, and liked to indulge their primitive whims. He believed it had even been a Gamorrean who had suggested acquiring the Rancor, a pet Jabba took great enjoyment in.

Normally he would leave dealing with the pigly humanoids to an underling, but the new slave was important enough that Fortuna wanted to check on her personally, especially given the Gamorrean squard involved. Tukk was reliable, Gugg was reliable though not overly bright, but Magg was a loose cannon, and Fortuna didn't trust Gromo; that Gamorrean was too intelligent, too creative, had too little sense, and was too prone to doing the unexpected. And Tukk was away on guard duty at the front gate all day.

It had taken him nearly half an hour to track the squad down; he had finally resorted to using the tracker built into the slave's collar. He was pretty sure what he was going to find when he got there.

Fortuna was not surprised. As he entered the old temple chamber, his small ears were assailed with the sound of grunts, muffled moans, and rhythmic, wet slaps of flesh against flesh. The slave... Leia, was that her name?... lay naked on her back on the altar, convulsing in the throes of involuntary orgasm, with an equally unclad Gromo between her thighs. Even as her back arched and her slim legs clenched around the bulky Gamorrean mounting her, she was busily sucking the cock of Magg, standing at the altar next to her head. Her bare, quivering body, flushed with her climax, glistened with a sheen of sweat. Other fluids dotted her body and the slab.

The majordomo turned to Gugg, who was squatting naked on the floor, watching and clearly regaining his stamina. "She's supposed to be in the great hall by noon," he said disapprovingly. "I hope you hadn't forgotten."

Gugg snuffled back unworriedly in the barbaric tongue they used, the one Fortuna could just barely follow.

'We'll be done by then,' the Gugg was saying. 'Magg's done already.'

Glancing back to the spectacle, the Twi'lek noticed a look of frustration on Magg's face as the slave sucked him. Someone is having trouble getting it up again, he thought with amusement. Then, frowning, he looked back to Gugg and reminded him, "She's not to be damaged."

Snorting, Gugg made a dismissing gesture. 'Offer the slut a good fucking and she cooperates happily,' he oinked. 'Just look at her.'

Fortuna did.

Leia's climax was diminishing, and her legs were unclenching from Gromo's hips, looking a little limp. Her mouth continued to work at Magg's flaccid prick. Then Gromo moved a hand to her clit, and she let out a muffled wail, her back arching again. Gromo's pleased grunts made it clear that her cunt was clenching around his length, and he quickened his thrusts. Suddenly his hips stopped still and Gromo was squealing and throwing his head back as he experienced an orgasm.

"A waste of an exquisite concubine," Fortuna said regretfully. She wasn't a Twi'lek, of course, but she did have an alien beauty that stirred his desire.

'You want a go?' Gugg snorted amiably. 'Gromo's done. Magg ought to be done.'

Fortuna started to decline, then reconsidered. He shrugged. There was no real reason not to indulge. "Very well."

Gugg stood, and bellowed something in a dialect so thick Fortuna couldn't even follow.

In response, Gromo snuffled agreeably. With a wet slurping noise, the Gamorrean pulled out of Leia's sheath and gave his glistening green cock a slow stroke. Gromo spurt one last strand of cum over her curly brown-furred mound before he stepped back. Magg was less gracious, glaring at them both in a way that made Fortuna a little nervous. Then he jerked his soft cock head free of Leia's lips, and strode off to sit in a corner.

Slowly, the Twi'lek approached the altar.

Leia was lying sprawled on the stone, her chest heaving as she caught her breath, making her flushed pale breasts jiggle. Her legs were still spread wide open, exposing her gaping, swollen pussy, and the mixed human and Gamorrean cum that was oozing from it flowed down over her asshole to join the puddle on the altar. Her tangled brown cunt-curls were matted and sticky with semen, and her mouth was smeared with glistening cum as well. Her gaze was directed at him, but she looked detached and distant.

Fortuna frowned, considering. He wasn't going to stick his member in that sticky pot of disgusting, slimy Gamorrean cum, so that was out. Perhaps her mouth?

He walked to her head, and, bending, guided the end of one of his headtails to her lips. She immediately took it into her mouth and began to suckle it, her eyes closed. Fortuna hissed happily as her tongue went to work; headtail tips were an erogenous zone for Twi'leks, and her oral attention was skilled and enthusiastic. He reached over to tease the hard brown tips on her breasts, and was rewarded with a moan of pleasure. He continued his attentions as she pleasured his chalk-white headtail.

Before long he found himself aroused and erect. Unzipping and removing his pants, he climbed up and straddled Leia's chest, settling his pink-white, semi-prehensile cock between her shuddering breasts. His two genital tails curled around the twin globes, squeezing them, forcing them together against his stiff member. Slowly, still tweaking her diamond-hard areola, he began to fuck her tits.

Leia continued to suck diligently at his headtail, an occasional carnal moan escaping her. The moans changed to whimpers as Gromo stepped forward again, reaching between her legs to rub and tease her flared clitoris with his green fingers. Fortuna began to object to the Gamorrean interference, then thought better of it as his mount began to quiver and undulate, breath coming harder as she tongued his tail-tip with increasing passion, breasts heaving as his shaft slid between her shuddering, sweaty cleavage.

Soon her whimpers had become panting wails. Her body arched under him, pressing up into his crotch as he played with her flushed, stiff nipples. A deep, full-body shudder told the majordomo that she was having another orgasm.

"You were right," he told Gugg. "She is a bit of a whore."

He thought he saw her cheeks blush a bit at that, but then again he supposed that it might just be from the orgasm that continued to shake her body as she sucked his headtail and panted. He teased her breasts again, stroking them and pinching the stiff, erect tips. He was rewarded with her moans of pleasure.

As her latest climax died, Fortuna found himself reaching the limit of his own endurance. He reached up and ran a hand through the alien but strangely alluring head-fur that covered her upper skull. Fur above and below, he thought idly. Why none in the middle? Then his body swept away such thoughts as he felt the white-hot pleasure of his rising seed. Pale blue semen streamed from the end of his organ to drench her chin and neck, and his genital tails tightened around her breasts, making her groan in pain. There was only one release... Twi'leks dispensed their cum all at once... and almost as soon as he was finished, the tips of his headtails became uncomfortably tender.

Dismounting, he quickly pulled his headtail from between her busy lips, and watched with amusement as her questing tongue licked away his cum from her lower lip and chin. The pale blue cum coated her neck and puddled under her shoulders and back of her head.

Gromo stepped back as well, leaving her once again sprawled alone on the slab. Her legs were crossed now, knees pressed together; Fortuna supposed that had happened while Gromo was playing with her. He turned to Gugg. "Remember. In the hall by noon. And she had better be presentable, or our master will have your balls."

Snorting a laugh, Gugg nodded. Then he stood and walked to the end of the slab. Leia's distant, glazed eyes tracked him as he went, and when he reached her feet she uncrossed her legs and opened them for him, exposing her squishy, swollen slit for his use. Gugg obligingly mounted her, and soon the sound of his lewd grunts and her forced yet physically aroused moans filled the room again.

Magg stood up from his corner, his cock was hard once more, and he approached her head.

Somewhat concerned, Fortuna left the room. He was going to find Tukk and make sure the stolid guard headed down here. He didn't trust those three not to lose track of time.

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A bucket of cold water pouring over her head brought Leia back to herself. Coughing and sputtering, she slowly lifted her head from the slab to see Tukk, bucket in hand, standing to the side, watching her.

Gingerly, she moved her arms and legs, then used her arms to lean up on her elbows. She couldn't see it, but felt the cooling semen in the back of her hair and shoulders as it dribbled down her spine. Her long brown braid dragged a trail through the puddle of pale blue semen as she sat up fully and gazed down at herself. She was covered with sweat, and pale blue semen trickled in rivulets from her neck down between her breasts. Her crotch and thighs were dotted with white globs and smeared semen and her own slickness. Her hands were coated with with saliva and semen. Her legs were still open, splayed obscenely and offering her open, engorged snatch to any viewer. She closed them, noting a few minor aches but nothing serious.

The events of the last few hours flooded back. As detached as she had forced herself to be, she remembered everything. With a groan, she dropped her face into her hands. Leia had been prepared for them to violate her again. She hadn't been prepared for her body to take pleasure from it. Shame and humiliation filled her as she remembered climaxing over and over for the brutes, crying out in physical ecstacy as they made her shudder and orgasm. She had let them make her a compliant whore, and then let them know that she liked it.

What was wrong with her? How could she have taken pleasure in something like that? Leia miserably rubbed her cheeks and chin as she remembered what the Twi'lek had said. And instead of refuting him, she had continued to orgasm, her pleasure only heightened when he fondled and teased her quivering breasts, lustfully moaning like the slut he had labeled her. Tears threatened to form in her closed eyes.

A heavy hand fell on her shoulder, and she flinched, looking up fearfully. It was Tukk, and for a second she almost started to lie back on the slab and open her legs. No, she thought, it wasn't a sexual touch. It was almost a friendly one, a sort of 'buck up' gesture. He was looking at her with what might be mild concern, or might be simple impatience.

"I'm okay," she lied. "I just need to get myself together." She looked around the room, searching for the other Gamorreans. They were gone. She vaguely remembered them dressing and departing, oinking laughter as they went.

Had Tukk taken a turn? She replayed things in her mind. No, he had come in at the very end and hadn't touched her. That was something, anyway. Get ahold of yourself, she firmly told herself. None of this was important. The important thing was the mission. Anyway, she couldn't control the reactions of her body to stimuli. Physical pleasure wasn't the same as mental or emotional, and it was the latter two that counted.

She scooted to the end of the slab, sliding easily in the puddle of cum under her ass. Wincing slightly, she slid off the slab and stood up. Immediately a thick mass of congealing cum oozed from her well-plowed snatch and splattered on the floor at her feet, followed by a few sticky strands that dangled in the air before clinging to the inside of her thigh. Leia looked at Tukk and flushed bright red, wanting to sink through the floor.

The Gamorrean seemed unphased, though, and merely turned to fumble with a bag. He pulled out a rather tattered brown robe and a transparent canteen of water, both of which he offered to her.

Gratefully Leia took them both, shrugging on the robe and taking a long drink of the water. Her mouth still tasted of Gamorrean and Twi'lek spunk, and the cool liquid helped get some of the taste out as well as replace the fluids she had lost. She took several more sips, and then glanced down at herself. She was still filthy, and the tattered robe had no belt, leaving it hanging open to reveal her semen-spattered breasts and cum-matted brown triangle.

"I can't dance for Jabba like this," she bluntly told him.

Tukk nodded in agreement. He picked up the pieces of her slave outfit from the floor, then detached her chain from the altar. He gestured towards the door, and Leia nodded and followed him out.

This time they went up, towards more traveled areas of the underpalace. Leia walked as quickly as she could, holding her robe shut as much as possible. Tukk walked close by, silent but alert, leading the way.

Eventually they reached another door, a more modern, presentable one. Tukk handed her the pieces of her costume, and, releasing her leash, indicated that she should enter. Draping the chain over one shoulder, she nodded and went inside.

Beyond the door was a short, U-shaped hallway which terminated in a large room. Much of it was given over to group showers, with a sunken tub of steaming water at the far end. Another wall held counters containing mirrors, brushes, combs, scrapers, dryers, and other tools to control one's appearance. Metal backless benches formed a line down the middle. Standing under the showers were two female Twi'lek, one a blue-green in color, the other the same chalk-white as Jabba's majordomo. They had been talking, but broke off and turned to look as Leia entered.

"You're the new girl," the blue-green one said in a friendly tone. "Hi. I'm Trischa Secura, and this is Lyn Me."

"We saw you dance," Lyn Me said. "You're pretty good."

"Thank you. I'm Leia," Leia replied. She recognized them now; they were the two dancers she had seen sizing her up during her performance. "Is this room..."

"Showers and prep area for the dancers," Trischa replied. "You'll be here fairly regularly. Feel free to join us, you look a little..." she trailed delicately off.

Leia wordlessly nodded, and set the pieces of her outfit down on a counter. Then she quietly doffed her robe, and stepped naked under the spray. The water was lukewarm and fell wonderful on her tired body; she picked up a disposable sponge from a dispenser and began to scrub herself clean of the filth of sex.

The Twi'leks watched her for a while. "Looks like the boys gave you a workout today." Trischa sounded sympathetic.

Leia just glanced at her with a flat stare.

The Twi'lek shook her head. "Love, we've all been there. We're slaves. Pretty female slaves in a den of outlaws. We know all about it."

Nodding, Leia looked away. "I don't see any need to dwell on it."

"Dwell on it, no. But you better come to terms with it, because it's your life now." Trischa shook her head. "The sooner you accept that, the better."

"What do you care?" Leia replied evenly, fighting back anger.

"I care because you replaced a girl called Oola, who I liked, and who was a great dancer, and she never came to terms with it. Eventually she snapped, in front of Jabba. And he fed her to a monster that ate her alive, screaming, while we all watched." Trischa's voice was quiet and sad. "So I do care."

The anger drained away. "Sorry," Leia said, nodding slightly. "I do not plan on snapping. I don't break easily. But how you can come to terms with it..." She shook her head.

"It varies. I just pretend it's happening to someone else, nothing to do with me. Not a perfect solution, but it works. Lyn here, she managed to convince herself that if you can't beat em, join em."

"I like cock," Lyn Me told her cheerfully. "I take all comers. You can't rape the willing."

Leia stared at her.

Lyn Me winked, and made a salacious face.

Trischa sighed.

"I don't think that's going to be my solution," Leia finally said, a bit of black humor entering her voice. "No offense."

"None taken," Lyn Me assured her. "It's not for everyone."

"Right." Leia resumed scrubbing. "I notice neither of you have one of these." She gave her chain a clink. "Is there a reason for that?"

"We're broken in, and not the Bloated One's current prize pet. So we just have regular collars." Trischa fingered the metal loop around her neck. "You'll probably get there eventually, once the slug replaces you on his throne. Maybe not, though. You seem more... action-oriented than us."

Leia nodded. That was about what she had expected. "Do you get to room by yourselves?"

"No." Trischa shook her head. "I share Bib Fortuna's bed. Lyn Me sort of..."

"I have a number of gentlemen I take turns with," Lyn Me broke in. "None of them is Fortuna, who frankly is one of the worst pieces of slime in this hole, even if he is a southeastern continent Twi'lek like myself."

"I know, but he's powerful," Trischa replied unhappily. "And a lot of the time he comes to bed too tired to do anything but fall asleep." She glanced at Leia. "A word of advice, love. Find a protector. They won't be able to save you from Jabba's whims, but if they're formidable enough, they can keep you from being everyone's girl."

"Right." Leia continued to scrub, working at her lower regions. Gingerly she cleaned her tender petals, wincing and then quivering slightly as the warm water washed her clean, an almost sensuous feeling.

"Your fur is amazing," Lyn Me commented, watching her. "It's so strange how you have it on your head and your genitals, but nowhere else. And some of your species don't have fur. Is that a regional difference, like how Trischa is a different color than me because she's from the ocean states?"

Leia had to chuckle at that. "No. It's... it's a matter of shaving. Every adult human female is naturally hairy there, but some of them shave part or all of it. Mostly the ones who are going to be wearing skimpy clothing, or the ones who are regularly sexually active and don't want the hair in the way."

Lyn Me nodded. "Yes, that does seem a bit awkward. So are you going to start shaving?"

"No, I..." Leia stopped, frowning. She'd never seen a need to shave or even trim her pubic bush, but now that she was having daily, extensive bouts of sex with multiple partners she was painfully aware of how hard it was to keep a tangled shock of fur from becoming and staying a matted, sticky, smelly mess. Maybe shaving would be a good idea until this was over and she was off this planet. "I guess I probably should."

"There's tools for that over at the counters." Lyn Me reached out and felt Leia's long braid, exclaiming in admiration. "Oh, this is clever, how you wove it like this! And it's so soft. I'm jealous."

"Thanks. I like your headtails," Leia replied politely. "Have you both always been dancers?"

"Oh no. I was a scholar of the social ideology and mass movements of the Fifth Central Twi'lek Republic," Lyn Me said. "I had just finished my first year as a professor when the Empire decided that sort of thing was useless and sold me offworld as a slave. So here I am."

Leia flushed very slightly, feeling a little annoyed with herself for having dismissed the woman as just a pretty piece of ass who fucked anything that was offered her. She knew that to get a professorship on the Twi'lek homeworld of Ryloth, you had to be highly intelligent and extremely hardworking; in the days of the Republic, Ryloth's centers of academia had been renowned and almost entirely merit-based, with fierce competition. "You learned to dance?"

"I did. And sing. I'm sort of holding out hope Max Rebo takes me with him when his contract's up. I've been giving him plenty of extra incentive." Lyn Me giggled. "Musicians have great hands and lots of stamina."

"I've always been a dancer," Trischa said. "Not this kind, though. I was a priestess, and part of my job was to perform the sacred dances in the surf, during the high festivals. It was a holy thing, bringing the community the purification of the sea. The Secura Family has always been spiritual in our leanings. One of my aunts was a Jedi Knight." She shook her head. "The Empire didn't see a need for any of that either."

"The Empire won't last forever," Leia told her. "Someday, you'll be able to do the sacred dances again."

Trischa laughed and shook her head. "Even if Jabba let me go tomorrow, and the Empire evaporated like smoke, I never could. To be a priestess, you have to be a virgin. They've taken that from me forever. I'm just Trischa the dancer, now."

Leia nodded and unbraided her hair, a fresh sense of resolve filling her. There was a strong part of her -- perhaps the very strongest part -- that refused to stand by and let evil and tyranny prevail. Even if that meant dooming herself to a life of suffering, of being constantly hunted, of pain and grief and hardship. Even if the Empire was, in the end, too strong to be overcome. Whatever happened, she had long ago decided that she would sacrifice everything she loved and die in torment rather than live on peacefully and have to confess to her children, in old age: I saw it happen and I did nothing. That was a shame for the weak and the cowardly to bear, and Leia was neither.

Jabba wasn't a part of the Empire, but he was a part of the same disease, of the strong abusing the weak. That was a disease that Leia had dedicated everything to exterminating, no matter the personal cost. She had been feeling sorry for herself more than was usual for her, she realized. It was understandable, given this new and very intimate form of struggle, but it had to stop.

She finished her scrubbing in silence, then walked over to the autotowel and let the water be dried from her dripping body and loose hair. When it was done and she was dry, and felt vastly better. Heading to the counters, she rebraided her hair, adjusted her arm ornaments and making sure everything was in place. Then she picked up an energy razor and looked down at herself, frowning.

"You want me to do that?" Trischa offered. "Seems a bit awkward to handle yourself. And I do a full-body shave of Heeth-Quee at the start of every summer; the poor dear gets miserable in that shaggy pelt of hers during the hot season on this rock."

"Yes, thank you," Leia replied. She'd rather do it herself, but the location made that impractical.

"All right. Hand me the razor and lie yourself down on one of those benches." Trischa took the device from her, and waited until Leia had uncomfortably settled herself on the hard metal bench. She turned it on and it began to hum. "You want it all off?"

"Hmm... leave a little strip at the top, half an inch over the hood." That shouldn't be too hard to clean, and Leia's pride drew the line at looking like a pre-pubsecent schoolgirl.

"All right." Trischa bent over her, and began to deftly draw the energy razor over Leia's pubic mound. The princess flinched at bit at the unfamiliar sensation, but quickly relaxed. The Twi'lek's hands were deft, and she quickly denuded most of the upper mound of hair, leaving only a thin vertical strip which she styled into a diamond shape. Then she moved lower. "I need you to spread your legs a bit, love."

That seemed to be what everyone wanted from her, Leia thought with wry amusement. She complied, and Trischa ran the humming razor along her lower pubic area, and then onto her outer lips.

Leia sucked in her breath as the humming razor glided over a still-sensitive labia. The sensations she was getting were not ones generally associated with shaving. She licked her lips and felt her chest flush.

Trischa noticed and smiled at her. "Doing okay, love?"

"Yes," Leia managed, trying not to make it sound like a gasp. Maybe a little too okay for comfort.

"Good." Trischa finished the lips, and then moved to trim the fringe of hair right at the hood of her...

"Ohhhh." The faint moan escaped Leia's mouth before she could stop it, and her face flushed. Trischa's smile widened, but otherwise she ignored it and just went on with her work. 

Lyn Me stepped over to sit by Leia's head, and began to play with her braid. "You look really cute when your skin changes color like that."

"I, uh..." Leia found herself at a bit of a loss. The energy razor finished at her hood, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Then it dipped back down to the space between her pussy and her anus, and Leia gasped again. "Oh. That... oh."

Lyn Me giggled.

Trischa worked steadily on, and finally withdrew the razor. Turning it off, she patted Leia's thigh. "There. That wasn't so bad, was it, love?"

"N-No." She was aroused, and wet. And she was positive Trischa knew it. "Thank you." Pushing herself up on the bench, she stared down at her naked, uncovered labia. It felt odd; chilly and strange. She had to admit that she did like the way the diamond strip of fur looked over her pussy, though. "You did a good job."

"You're welcome." Trischa glanced up at the chronometer on one wall. "We'd better get dressed. All of us need to be in the main hall soon."

"Right." Leia stood, and quickly donned into her skimpy outfit. "I'm sure we'll see more of each other."

"I think we've seen nearly all there is to see of each other," Lyn Me teased.

Leia shook her head. "Is she always this way?"

"Yes." Trischa laughed. "Sometimes worse."

"Right." Waving, Leia left the two to finish dressing and walked out to the hall.

Tukk was still standing there, but he'd been joined by the other three Gamorreans. He gave her a look of what she thought was deep relief as she emerged, and quickly took her chain leash and motioned her on. She complied, and the five of them walked quickly up through the palace to Jabba's audience chamber.

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Leia and the four Gamorrean guards arrived a few minutes before court was to begin.

Jabba was already in position on the dais, and he glanced at them as they hurried up to the platform. "Ahhh, just in time," he rumbled, a dangerous undertone to his greeting. Tukk hastened to secure the end of the chain to the dais, and Jabba motioned to a soft rug in front of him piled with a few small cushions. "Sit here, pretty dancer. Sit and show yourself to my guests."

"Yes... master." She climbed up onto the platform and reclined on the rug, propping the pillows around her.

"Good." Jabba ran a slimy hand along her thigh, and she repressed a shudder. "Now just relax and be decorative."

The assorted collection of scum that populated Jabba's court came filtering in. The band lurched into place, looking hung over, and began a warm-up number. She could see Trischa and Lyn Me on the periphery, and over in a corner stood Boba Fett.

And then very little happened.

The band played song after song. Lyn Me frequently was one of the backup singers. From time to time people would come up to Jabba with a request or a piece of news, carefully gatekeepered by Bib Fortuna, and would either be rewarded or dismissed... or in one case, dragged away screaming to an unknown fate. The crowd watched, played cards or dice, or just listened to the music. A few times Jabba called for Trischa or one of the other dancers to perform, but never Leia.

She just reclined on her rug and half-dozed, regaining her strength. At one point she had almost drifted off when she felt a sudden draft on her pelvis; her eyes shot open to see that Jabba's horrible little monkey-lizard pet was holding up the front of her loincloth. With a strangled grunt she yanked it down, causing the creature to burst into peals of malicious laughter.

For the rest of the afternoon, whenever her eyes started to close, the wretched thing would tug it up again. Jabba seemed to find this endlessly amusing. Leia found it much less so. She silently wished she could strangle the little monster.

Finally court came to a close.

As the crowd filtered out, Jabba motioned the guards over. "Same time tomorrow," he told them. Then, slightly ominously, "Or maybe a little earlier."

The Gamorreans nearly fell over themselves in agreement. Gugg unhooked her leash, and they made a hasty retreat.

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As Leia expected, her Gamorrean entourage proceeded directly to the canteen. They stopped at the door, and Magg snorted something. Tukk made a hostile noise in his throat, and then all four Gamorreans proceeded to bicker as Leia watched uncomprehendingly.

Finally Gugg said something final-sounding.

Tukk slowly nodded.

Gugg turned to her and then pointed at the floor.

Unhappily, Leia lowered herself to her hands and knees, and waddled into the mess, her chain leash held by Gugg.

This time she didn't get much attention. She crawled down the aisle, her newly-shaved pussy making her feel even more exposed with her swaying rump, even if it wasn't visible. They reached the counter, and she looked up at her owners, feeling for all the world like a dog waiting to be fed. If I had a tail, I'd be wagging it, she thought bitterly.

Instead, the Gamoreans ordered five platters of food, and set each of them on the nearby table. With a disgusted snort, Gugg motioned her to stand up and sit.

Surprised but unwilling to question this good fortune, Leia did.

The food wasn't to her taste, but she was hungry, and at least it wasn't a bowl on the floor. She ate ravenously.

Tukk got up, went over to the counter, and handed over a credstick. After waiting a while, he was handed a small plate, which he brought over and placed in front of Leia with an apologetic look.

It was a small honey tart. Leia nodded to him and bit into it, finding it delicious. As she chewed, the argument outside became clearer; Tukk hadn't wanted her on the floor, the others had. They'd compromised and she'd walked to the counter like an animal, but then been allowed to eat like a person. The tart was by way of apology for the former. Maybe he had something approaching a sense of decency.

Or maybe Tukk had just had the shit scared out of him by Jabba and had resolved to make sure she stayed in top shape and got to the audience hall on time.

Leia sighed and finished eating. Either way, the tart was good. She licked honey from her lips, and then waited for the others.

As they had last time, the four Gamorreans drifted through the room, chatting and partaking in leisure activities. Three other Gamorreans fetched instruments and began to play a strange melody, bringing momentary silence as the others listened. When they finished, the diners pounded their tankards on the tables in approval. Leia simply rested her head on the table and dozed. Once she wandered hesitantly over to the antiseptic restroom. Nobody stopped her. Once finished she drifted back to the table.

Finally the klaxon by the door sounded, and things started to break up. Magg took her leash, and they left the canteen and began to walk the path to their quarters.

As they trudged through the dark corridors, Leia forced herself to confront something she had been trying not to think about. The guard floor was undoubtably going to electrify again. The only place to go was the beds. Who was she going to spend the night with?

She immediately ruled Magg out. The Gamorrean had a deep sadistic streak that he had displayed every time he took her, ramming his cock into her in a way deliberately designed to hurt, painfully gripping her thighs and arms and breasts, administering slaps and jabs. He didn't have the stamina of the others, couldn't pace himself, and so he never lasted long inside her; that would be a positive, but his impotence got him so infuriated that he just became violent and abusive. Of all of them, he was by far the most likely to do her serious harm.

That left Gromo and Gugg. Leia bit her lip.

Gromo had a small penis for a Gamorrean, and it fit into her with less strain than Gugg. But he had probably been reponsible for the majority of her unwilling orgasms; he was creative and deft, and clearly knew how to physically inflame a woman's body with pleasure. In some ways that was good; she couldn't deny how he'd made her feel. But she still felt a deep sense of shame and humiliation with taking any sort of pleasure from being violated; emotionally it had been the opposite of enjoyable, even as it had occured. It was actually easier to deal with when it didn't make her body aroused.

Gugg, on the other hand, was incredibly predictable. He would mount her, hammer like a machine and pace himself, and then unload in her and roll off. The only pleasure she got was the friction from his sizable cock, and he had never shown any signs of caring if she liked it or not. Unlike Gromo, who she sensed took pleasure in forcing her to shudder and moan for him, Gugg just in it for himself and wanted to get off regardless of what she might want. He had a lot of stamina though, and she already knew what a night with him was like. Going back to his bed would be sending a message that she had enjoyed it and was hungry for more, and her battered pride recoiled at the idea.

Then there was option number four. Tukk.

She sighed. For some reason she had a strange reluctance to go that route. Gugg and Magg were awful options, but they'd already had her multiple times and she didn't think they could do anything to her that they hadn't already done. Tukk hadn't, yet, and that felt oddly important. As if having one Gamorrean in the room who wasn't raping her was some sort of comfort.

On the other hand, the reward could be great. If Tukk wasn't sexually attracted to humans, or a eunuch, or maybe he had some erectile problem, then he'd probably just let her curl up next to him and go to sleep. The idea of a night of uninterrupted rest seemed like heaven to Leia, especially next to the alternatives.

They reached the room and entered. The Gamorreans stripped out of their clothing and trotted off to their respective beds as Leia stood there, hesitant. She had to make her choice now.

Well, she told herself, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Quickly, she strode across the room and slipped into Tukk's bed just as the electronic voice began the lights-out countdown.

The room dimmed as Leia wriggled over, lying on her side against Tukk's naked body in the narrow confines of the bed. The Gamorrean glanced up in surprise, and then snuffled something and stretched a bit, moving his arm up so that she didn't have to lean against the relatively hard limb. Now her breasts, trapped in their gaudy halter, were pressing against his torso.

So far so good. She shifted a little, trying to get comfortable, and gave him an apologetic smile in the low light. Hopefully he wouldn't mind the intrusion too much. She wanted to stay on his good side.

Tukk turned his head upwards to stare at the ceiling. Leia let out a breath, her eyes adjusting to the near dark, and squirmed a bit more. She didn't want to press against him too bothersomely, but if she didn't to some degree she was afraid she was going to tumble off the bed while she slept. Maybe there was some more room down by their legs. She raised her head slightly to look.

Leia froze. There, jutting up from between Tukk's legs, was a fully erect and very large penis. The notion that he wasn't sexually functional, or attracted to her, evaporated immediately. That rampant erection made it very clear that he wanted to fuck her.

She had gambled and lost. There would be no restful night for her. How would it happen? Would he wait for her to fall asleep? Tell her with gestures how to submit? How many times, and in what way?

Gritting her teeth in building frustration, she lay there helplessly, waiting, just wanting it over. A minute passed, and Leia's thin patience snapped. To hell with this, she thought angrily. She wasn't going to drive herself crazy waiting passively. She was going to take charge.

Heaving herself to her knees, Leia reached down and unsnapped the latch of her loincloth belt. As she carefully laid it down near the head of the bed, Tukk raised his head, looking startled. He snorted something at her.

"Just lie still for now," Leia told him curtly. She swung her right leg over his wide torso with difficulty, and straddled him.

Tukk started to rise, and she put her hands on his muscular chest and pushed him back down. Hesitating, he sank back into the bed.

Pursing her lips, Leia reached under and between her legs to take hold of his shaft. Her fingers explored it, and she mentally whimpered; he was even bigger than Gugg. She would have to hope for him to be somewhat gentle, and for her to achieve good lubrication.

She pulled her hand back up and licked her fingers before reaching down again to stroke her slit, hoping to make it so that she didn't have to take him dry. Then her fingers reached for his shaft and moved the pointy, bumpy head to the lips of her petals. To her mild surprise, she found that being in command of when and how she was going to get fucked, enhanced the arousal she got from stroking the tip of his cock against her button. After about a minute, she could feel her labia sliding over the wet tip of his cock, and pressed the Gamorrean cock gates of her vulva.

Thankfully Tukk seemed content to let her set the pace, and just lay there, watching.

"All right," she told him. "Ready?"

He nodded.

Slowly, wincing very slightly, Leia lowered herself down and back, impaling herself on the thick green spear. It was the largest she had taken yet, and it stretched her tight hole to the limit, making her gasp and bite her lip as she took him inside her. Thankfully she was on top, and could control the angle and depth of penetration.

Tukk made a low noise in his throat, and she could feel his breath quickening.

Slowly she raised herself up a little, then lowered back down. Again up, then down. Her own breathing sharpened as she started to ride his shaft with slow, gentle, shallow strokes.

The big Gamorrean reached out both hands, and placed them hesitantly on her thighs. She considered trying to push them away, but it seemed harmless enough. She sat up a bit, adjusting her angle, and as she did she found his cock sliding back and forth against a spot inside her that made her give a short, surprised cry of pleasure. She moved both of her hands to his chest, to steady herself and to keep that angle. The friction on the area continued, and she closed her eyes and made a low moan in the back of her throat. Yes, that was definitely the right angle.

Tukk's hands began to slide along her thighs, caressing. Given how she was touching him, she supposed she couldn't object. It didn't feel bad, anyway; quite the opposite. She continued to ride him slowly, her arousal increasing.

Her hands absently slid along his broad green torso. Unlike Gugg, who was heavier and given to equal parts flab and brawn, Tukk was almost all muscle. There was a small tattoo of some sort of symbol on one breast; it meant nothing to her. Religious icon? Clan mark? The name of his childhood sweetheart? She touched it, and he snuffled something. She wished again she understood their language.

She had a comfortable rhythm now, and found herself beginning to perspire slightly as she rode Tukk. She could feel her breasts bobbing up and down in the halter.

Tukk's hands were on her butt now, and she wriggled it against his exploratory squeezings. Then, abruptly, one of his hands withdrew and moved to the front of her crotch, green palm facing up, with one fingertip resting on the diamond-shaped pubic strip. He raised his head and snorted something at her, questioningly.

Leia picked up on what he was asking, and hesitated, her rhythm faltering a little. Wasn't this just going down the Gromo route she had found so odious? Then again, this felt different than her ordeal with Gromo. She waffled, conflicted, then nodded. "Okay. Go ahead."

His other hand gave her bobbing ass a squeeze, as if in reassurance. Slowly, Tukk worked his fingertip down the patch of fur to the hood of her vulva. It slid over her hard, swollen button and then began to stroke.

Oh. Oh my. Another moan escaped Leia's lips as he began to rub her clitoris, hesitantly at first, then with increasing confidence. Having someone else do it was somehow more stimulating than using her own hand, plus the sheer sensation of fullness in her dripping cunt from his thick hard length only doubled the pleasure. She increased her speed slightly, her eyes half closing, her mouth slightly agape.

Soon she was making soft cries and gasps with every roll of her pelvis, a thin sheen of sweat covering her body. The finger on her clit was joined by a second one, teasing, rubbing, gently pinching. With each foward movement, she was pulling off his shaft and dragging her vulva over his fingers, then pushing back and mashing her clitoris against his fingers as she sank onto his shaft again. She was actually horny and enjoying this, Leia realized, and right now that didn't really bother her.

Her palms covered Tukk's green nipples and she slid her hands down his chest, and pressed her tongue against the back of her teeth, tasting the lingering flecks of honey from the tart. Then her back arched as a wave of pleasure started to build. Her vaginal walls clenched around their meaty guest, almost painfully.

"Oh..." she managed to softly murmur, "Oh..." and she slowly, shudderingly began to orgasm. Her stroke up and down grew choppy as the paroxym of ecstacy shook her, and she let out a low, quavering, euphoric cry. Her slickness coated his hard green cock. Each stroke pushed her cream down his shaft to froth at the root.

That single orgasm lasted almost a full minute. She was still moving when the final spasms faded, leaving her engorged pussy feeling almost painfully sensitive. Her breath was coming in panting gasps now, and she decided to spur to the finish. She planted her hands on his chest and bending her head, looked down between them to watch as her hips rose and revealed the hard, shiny green cock that she was mounted on. Then her hips descended, and she watched her cunt swallow the green shaft while feeling it fill her. Entranced, she increased the speed of her stroke, upping the level of friction.

Tukk made a groaning noise in his throat. His hands moved from her ass to her thighs, which he took hold of. Then, for the first time, he began to thrust up against her, very slowly and shallowly.

Leia lifted her head and chewed at her lip, her eyes rolling back a little as she savored that intimate vignette of her pussy taking the green cock. When he moved against her, it intensified the experience, made it seem more urgent, more vigorous. More arousing. It would certainly speed things up.

"Faster," she told him, her voice holding a throaty, hungry tone that almost shocked her. "You can go a little harder."

He complied, and before long she was rocking up and down wildly, her moans and his grunts mixing with the rhythmic squeaking and creaking of the bedframe. She could feel her stiff nipples straining against the fabric of the halter as her breasts bounced. Her second orgasm was building inside her, and she clawed at his chest, swept away by physical need. Soon she shuddered and the orgasm was hard and sudden, her cunt clamping around his threshing penis like a gloved fist.

That was enough for Tukk. With a low bellow, his cock twitched inside her and gouts of his seed burst forth like a fountain. Then, obeying gravity, the sticky fluid began to ooze down the shaft, bubbling out from the edges of where it slid in and out of her, adding to the froth on her labia and his crotch.

They continued moving for a few seconds, and then as if by mutual accord, they slowed and stopped.

Exhausted, Leia dropped her head and torso down to rest on his chest as Tukk removed his hands from her body. She lay crouched on him for several seconds, getting her strength back. Then, carefully, she moved forward, easing his softening penis out of her, and slid off of him to lie against his side.

Tukk turned his head slightly, still breathing heavily, and grunted something in a questioning tone.

She picked up on the meaning. "It was fine," she replied.

He nodded, then squeezed her arm, turned his head back towards the ceiling, and closed his eyes.

Leia lay there, watching his glistening erection slowly shrivel. That hadn't been nearly as bad as the other times. In fact, it bore very little resemblance at all to the other times. As little as she wanted to admit it, that had actually been good, and not just physically; she felt no shame, no violation, just a vaguely satisfied warm buzz. Maybe there really was something wrong with her. Just because he was nicer to her than the others didn't make him less of a rapist.

Except he hadn't actually raped her, had he? Looking back on it, he hadn't made a single advance on her. She had taken the initiative. He had started to do something that might have been a protest, and she had overruled him. She had mounted him. And then, despite the fact that they were already having sex, he had asked for permission to play with her clit. The most you could say against him in this instance was that he had an erection when a mostly naked woman snuggled up against entirely naked him, and that he was in a position of great power over her, and hadn't firmly said no.

In fact, she realized, she probably could have just gone to sleep and spent the night completely unmolested. She had tricked herself.

Leia laughed. She couldn't help herself; the black humor of it was all too exquisite. And, to be completely honest with herself, she found that she didn't mind the outcome that much. Tukk was not who she would have chosen her first real experience of consensual sex to be with, but he had been gentle and pleased her, and she supposed that was the most she could ask for under the circumstances.

He looked over, curious at her mirth.

She patted his arm. "Nothing. Go to sleep."

That seemed to satisfy him, and she nestled down into the mattress, resting her head against the curve of his green arm. Sleep found her quickly.

Continued in Chapter 3

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