All Part of the Plan - Chapter 3 - The Third Day

Chapter 3: The Third Day

Leia woke slowly in the morning, coming to awareness as the body she was curled against stirred and began to sit up, Opening her eyes, she looked up at Tukk, who was sitting naked in bed watching her. Seeing her awake, he gave her a light pat on the head and snuffled something at her.

'Was it good for you too,' she guessed. Leia felt her cheeks color very slightly as she remembered the previous evening. What the hell had she been thinking? Then again, compared to her night with Gugg, it had been wonderful. And afterwards she had slept like the dead, which she had desperately needed.

"Good morning, Tukk," she told him a little awkwardly. This wasn't a social situation she'd ever had to deal with before.

He gave a pleasant grunt, and she noticed that he bore an erection. This time, she told herself firmly, he was going to have to make the move if he wanted any.

He didn't.

Instead, he briefly stroked the curve of her thigh, then rose out of bed and walked to the lockers to get dressed. The other three Gamorreans were already doing the same, talking and yammering as they fastened bracers and tugged on jerkins. Leia pushed herself up in the bed and began to put her loincloth on after wiping her mound with a corner of the sheet. As strange as it felt, shaving did make her crotch much easier to clean.

The Gamorreans were just finishing getting their weapon harnesses buckled on when the door opened and another Gamorrean entered. All four of her squad immediately turned and thumped their chests in a respectful manner, and the visitor snorted. Raising a datapad, he grunted something in their language and pointed to Tukk and Gromo.

Tukk, looking distressed, seemed to protest. The visitor shut him down instantly, barking out a reproach. Unhappily, Tukk nodded. Seemingly satisfied, the senior Gamorrean turned and left.

Shaking his head, Gromo returned to the lockers and grabbed a pair of electrobinoculars and two dusk masks. He tossed one of each to Tukk, and secured the other to his belt.

Tukk turned and spoke at length to Gugg and Magg, sounding unhappy and a little threatening. Both of them raised their hands defensively and returned placating snorts.

Gromo tapped Tukk on the arm, and he subsided. Then, hefting their weapons, they both started for the door.

"Wait a minute!" Leia called in alarm. She didn't like the idea of being left alone with Gugg and Magg.

Tukk turned and snuffled at her unhappily. 'I know, but I don't have any choice,' she mentally translated. With a final, apologetic look, he and Gromo went out the door and vanished.

Given the gear Gromo had snatched, they were probably assigned to watch duty on one of the turret tops. She had spotted sentries up there when she approached the palace with Chewbacca. Hopefully that talk he had given the remaining two was a warning not to abuse her.

She sat apprehensively on the bed while they finished getting ready. Eventually Magg approached her and picked up the end of the chain leash. Giving it a rough jerk, he motioned for her to follow.

They walked the route to the Gamorrean canteen in silence, and the halls relatively quiet at this hour of day. When they arrived at the door, as she had expected, Gugg motioned her to the ground. Resigned to it, Leia did so, then crawled into the dining hall.

She hardly got a glance as she hobbled along on the leash, Magg keeping a tight grip on the chain. When they reached the counter, Gugg ordered two platters of food, and both of them sat at the, table leaving her crouched on the floor, waiting unhappily.

They ate slowly, and she started to get worried. Were they just not going to feed her? She was only getting two meals a day, and it was vital that she get enough calories to be able to act swiftly and forcefully when the moment of her rescue appeared. She shuffled on her hands and knees, the chain clinking, and she grew increasingly concerned.

Finally Magg turned around. He pointed questioningly at her mouth, and she nodded. He smirked, and mimed with his hands...

Bastard. Hatred burning in her eyes, Leia reared up on her knees, her hands curled in front of her, mouth open -- begging like a trained animal, as he'd requested.

Magg and Gugg laughed. Then Magg walked to the counter and had the serving droid prepare two bowls. He put both of them on the ground in front of Leia, then reached into his belt and pulled out a small timer, which he set to a very brief amount of time and put next to the food dish. Giving her chain a shake, he pointed to the timer and then to the dishes, miming to her with broad gestures.

His meaning sank in pretty quickly. When the timer started, she only had so long to eat. When time ran out, he would take the bowls away, finished or not.

She nodded, and he thumbed the start button. Quickly she lowered her face to the bowl and began to eat as fast as possible, digging into the bland stuff as if she was in a race, which she was.

As she worked away at her feeding bowl, she heard another Gamorrean approach Magg and snort something. Magg nodded his head, and the stranger handed him a small pouch. Then the unknown Gamorrean stepped around Leai to stand behind her.

A draft crossed her raised backside, and her head jerked out of the food bowl as she realized that the back of her loincloth had been lifted. She glanced to Gugg and Magg pleadingly, and Magg pointed at the timer. A cold feeling gripping her stomach, Leia turned her head back to her dish and resumed eating. She couldn't afford to lose the calories, and anyway it wasn't as if not eating would save her.

Two heavy hands spread her buttocks, and then Leia screamed around a mouthful of food as the Gamorrean behind her placed his penis at her vulva. She felt the warm round cockhead pushing against her petals. With no escape, and Tukk unavailable, Leia had nowhere to go except to accept this fate and shifted her knees apart slightly, relaxing her muscles.

She heard a gurgle from the Gamorrean behind her and felt a wet splatter of what must have been his saliva, between her spread cheeks. The green cockhead smeared the saliva over cuntal gates and then pushed into her. Leia grunted around a mouthful of food as the Gamorrean squatted and sank his green shaft all the way into her. She felt his warm balls mash against her clitoral hood before he pulled back. Then with a snort, the Gamorrean began to hump her quivering, upraised ass.

Tears of shame? ran down her cheeks as she forced herself to continue rapidly eating, her face buried in the food bowl. She could hear roars of laughter from around the room, and she shook with anger and humiliation as she pictured what she must look like, leashed on all fours greedily gulping food from a bowl while letting herself be fucked from behind by a stranger. It hurt her knees too. Almost worse were the brief stabs of pleasure when the plunging cock hit a certain spot in her vagina.

She finished the food and began to lap up the water, trying to keep her head still while her body rocked back and forth. She grunted a little under the pounding she was taking. She got about halfway through when her 'paying client' stopped humping and squealed, squeezing her round ass cheeks. She felt that now familiar spurt of hot fluid fill her tunnel as he deposited his load. Then, abruptly, he slid his member out of her and walked away. Her vagina suddenly felt empty and the gaping hole began to close with a guilty pleasure. She could feel the air on her ass and knew that her loincloth was still flipped up, exposing her pale backside to all.

She continued to drink, feeling a dribble of cum oozing from her hole and down the inside of her thigh. Suddenly the timer sounded and Magg snatched the bowl away. Water dripped from her food-smeared mouth, and Leia looked up bitterly at him.

He pointed to the door, and she wearily began to crawl to the exit. Her loincloth was still flipped up onto her back, and she tried to shake it back down into position. She gave up when she realized that all she was doing was waggling her jutting rump in the air, and continued to crawl with as much dignity as she could muster. Most of the room watched her go, leering eyes on the shaved snatch and glistening labia that she was presenting for their approval.

Outside, Magg spoke to Gugg, who responded negatively. A heated argument arose, with both of them occasionally pointing to her and snarling something. She watched in confusion and some worry, cursing the fortune that made her have to hope that Gugg, of all people, got to decide what to do with her. They bickered on, and for a while she thought they might come to blows.

Finally Magg seemed to back down, sullenly. While she was glad of it, Leia wasn't surprised; Gugg was heavier and seemed more confident in his abilities.

Motioning her to stand, the big Gamorrean took her leash and the three of them proceeded on through the palace.

To her relief, they seemed to be going upwards, not down. She had been afraid that they would take her back to the abandoned temple, to lay her on the altar as a carnal sacrifice to their eager cocks. Instead, they wound through more modern corridors until they stopped in front of the dancers' showers. Releasing her chain, Gugg motioned her inside, and she almost ran to comply.

The showers were empty today, and she stripped off her metal bikini and loincloth and trudged under the hot spray. The warm water streamed down her, rivulets pouring between her breasts, down her back, between the cleft of her ass. Slowly, Leia felt her muscles begin to relax, tension draining away.

She was sure that if Tukk had been there, that scene in the dining room would not have happened. After her gentler experience the night before, her public prostitution felt all the more obscene and degrading. Like an animal, she thought bitterly. I just kept digging at my trough like an animal.

Leia shook her head. Enough. It was a meaningless act. It could only hurt her if she let it. Take it instead, use it. Feed on the rage, forge it into an ice-cold weapon. Then use that weapon to kill without hesitation or mercy.

She remembered the days after Alderaan. The crippling grief and the nauseating sense of guilt that billions of people and almost everyone she loved had died because of her actions on behalf of the Rebellion. If someone else had been the courier for the plans, Alderaan would probably still be there. Some nights she had wished there had been no rescue and the Empire had just executed her.

But in the end, she had realized that these were just feelings, her feelings. What had happened had happened. The Empire had done it, not her. People were still depending on her to stop it from happening again. And her resolve had hardened still further as she carefully took her pain, grief, and guilt and made them her servants, not her masters.

She scrubbed her crotch clean of the remains of sex, then stepped from the shower and used the autotowel. Turning, she walked naked to the mirror and examined herself. The sight of her hairless mound still made her feel slightly surprised, as if it belonged to somebody else. While she liked the look of the diamond strip, she resolved to go back to a full bush as soon as she made it out of this place.

And what if she didn't make it out of this place? a nasty little voice in her head whispered.

Then she supposed she was going to keep shaving, Leia thought grimly, because her pussy was going to get a lot of messy, sticky use while she remained here.

Turning away, she adjusted her hair and ornaments and then got dressed, or at least as dressed as her slave outfit allowed. Then, bracing herself, she left the showers, her chain clinking over one shoulder as it swung in rhythm with her braid against her bare back.

Outside all four Gamorreans were waiting for her, and Leia almost grinned relief when she saw Tukk. She smiled at him, and he grunted a greeting and took her leash. Then, indicating the way, the five of them proceeded upwards.

They were heading for the audience hall, Leia realized. Wasn't it a bit early for that? Then she remembered the scare Jabba had given them, and forced back a smirk. Magg had wanted to have another morning of fun with her, she guessed. And Gugg had shut him down and told him in no uncertain terms that he was taking no chances and getting her ass to the throne room as quickly as possible, just in case.

Thanks, Gugg, she thought sardonically.

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The big hall was almost empty when they entered, with just Bib Fortuna and a handful of attendants and early risers present. The majordomo was sitting and overseeing the setting up of a refreshment table; next to him was Trischa. Occasionally his hand would stroke her thigh or her headtails, making her close her eyes in either pleasure or disgust.

Fortuna looked over as they approached. "Already?" he said with a hint of exasperation. "What, did your cocks run dry satisfying the slave?"

Gugg snorted at him, and Fortuna seemed to relent. "Yes. Yes, you have a point, the master's wishes should always be heeded with utmost zeal. Very well. Chain her to the dais and take your posts in the hall. She won't get in the way just lying there."

Carefully, Tukk fastened her chain to the platform, and then gave her arm a quick squeeze. As he did, he subtlely passed a small cloth bundle to her with his other hand, keeping his body between it and the others. Then he turned, and the four of them dispersed through the hall.

Leia climbed onto her rug atop the dais and reclined on her side, glancing at the small cloth package curiously. She slowly unfolded it, and found a honey tart of the sort she had eaten the night before, a small jar of water, two sand-plums, and a napkin. Smiling, Leia settled down in her spot and began to eat a leisurely second breakfast like a human being, if even still a captive.

Trischa came over as she was finishing. "Hello, love," she said softly. "Found your protector?"

"For a limited sense of protection," Leia replied. "I think he's doing what he feels he can."

"There are a handful of Gamorreans who don't harass the girls. Tukk's one of them. He's not the most powerful, rank-wise, but I think you chose well." She smiled. "Maybe we'll get to dance together today. I'd like that."

"I would too," Leia told her, smiling back. "Is Lyn Me around?"

"Still sleeping. Well, probably not sleeping." Trischa winked. "There's a pair of brothers from the skiff guard crew whose day it is. They like to go two at a time."

"Does she enjoy that?" Leia asked curiously.

"Oh yes. I don't know if it's a survival mechanism, or if she was always like this and just shed her inhibitions after coming here. But the girl is insatiable and not overly picky. Although she has limits. She won't touch Fortuna if she can possibly avoid it."

"Your protector," Leia observed neutrally.

Trischa looked at her, and then smiled. "If I imagine it's not really me, but someone else, then it doesn't matter who I lie with. And in the meantime Fortuna has a lot of pull, which means nobody else bothers me. Nobody but Jabba." She shivered, and leaned closer. "Remember, Leia, nobody can protect you from Jabba. Nobody."

Leia met her eyes. "It's the other way around, Trischa."

The former priestess met her flint-cold gaze for a few seconds, and then looked away, a bit shaken. "You're really not like us," she whispered. "He's a fool. If he had any sense he would have killed you the first chance he had."

"That's right," Leia told her quietly. "But he didn't. The weakness of tyrants is always their contempt for those they think weak and helpless. Their obsession to exercise power and dominate others. And in the end, the last thing they see is one of those weak, helpless people, pulling a trigger."

Trischa slowly nodded. "May every good spirit who is listening, grant you fortune. I would try and talk you out of it, but I can tell you would never accept what we have resigned ourself to. And if you could do it..." Her eyes kindled with passion. "If you can do it, I would honor your name forever." She leaned forward and lightly kissed Leia on the forehead, then swiftly turned and walked away.

With a sigh, Leia cleared away the packet, took a final sip of water, and wiped her face with the napkin. That ought to give her a valuable extra boost of energy, and if today went like yesterday had and she just got to lie on the dais and rest, then she ought to be in good shape if rescue comes tomorrow.

More people drifted into the hall. Lyn Me finally put in an appearance, entering with members of the band. Leia had almost decided to close her eyes for a nap when she saw the armored form of Boba Fett making his way towards her and came fully alert.

The bounty hunter stopped in front of her. "Princess," he said, sounding amused. "Nice outfit."

"What do you want?" she asked curtly.

"Not very polite." He wagged a finger at her chidingly. "You should be a little nicer to me. I have influence with Jabba, you know. If you were to be a little more... affectionate... I could call in some favors and get you transferred to my quarters, away from the pigs. How about that?"

"You're the pig, Fett," she icly replied. "The only affection you'll get from me is a swift death."

"You prefer being fuckd between four green boars?" Fett sneered back. "Sort of a slutty princess, aren't we?"

"Spare me your sick fantasies," she snapped, flushing slightly.

"It's not exactly a secret, Princess. Did you enjoy them? Did they make you squeal?"

Her faint look of guilt and deepening flush betrayed her.

Fett laughed coarsely. "So they did! All that noble sophistication and idealism, and underneath you're just a dirty, horny little thing. That's okay. I like that. I'm pretty dirty and horny myself." He leaned closer. "Give it a try. I'll satisfy your kinky little needs all night, and treat you well during the day. I'm no different than Solo."

"You are nothing like Han," Leia spat back at him. "And you can take your offer with you to the cold void of space, where I promise you will be residing before too much longer."

The sheer deadly certainty in her voice made Fett involuntarily lean back. Then he gave a harsh laugh. "Enjoy your fat green lovers, fair princess," he said maliciously. "We both know that you will." Then he turned and walked back into the crowd.

Leia forced herself to calm down. She shouldn't have threatened him, she told herself. The idea was to seem harmless and broken. But she loathed the man. As bad as her situation with the Gamorreans was, she would rather stay there than willingly go to warm his bed.

More time passed, and finally Jabba entered, borne in on a droid hoverbarge.

With some effort he was transferred to the dais, and reached down to take hold of her leash, jerking the chain so that she tumbled back to lie propped against his side. The Hutt ran possessive fingers through her hair as she forced her expression to stay neutral.

He popped a wriggling creature from the bowl of liquid in his left hand, into his gaping maw. "Here in plenty of time this morning," he told her after the horrible slurping and crunching noises had ceased. "Good. Maybe I'll have you dance for me today."

"Whatever your pleasure is, master," Leia replied submissively.

"Yes. You've learned well, pretty one." A fat hand groped at her bare shoulder, and she forced herself to smile. "You will fit in splendidly here."

You keep thinking that, she thought coldly. You may be in for a surprise.

Court began, and Fortuna ushered supplicant after supplicant up to speak with Jabba while Leia watched and listened. It was breathtakingly dull, and after hearing the sixth request for permission to smuggle death sticks through Jabba's territory Leia's eyelids began to droop. The only interesting moment was when a nervous looking human representing a minor Imperial Moff offered to strike a deal with Jabba to pilfer Imperial military stores from warehouses under his jurisdiction, sell them on the black market, and reap the profits. She listened carefully to that; when she escaped, that could prove to be useful blackmail material for the Rebellion.

At one point Jabba called a halt to things and clapped his hands. "Let's have some dancing!" he boomed. "You, my new slave. Lyn Me. And..." he rumbled thoughtfully for a second, "...Trischa. Show off your fine bodies."

Standing, Leia strode out to the middle of the floor, the two Twi'lek women joining her. "I'll start," Trischa whispered. "Leia, just watch me a second, and when you get the idea face me and duplicate my moves. Lyn, we've done this before, you know what to do."

They nodded, and Trischa gave the high sign to the band, who began to play a low, sultry tune. Posing, Trischa began to do a swaying, stationary dance, her hips and torso doing most of the work as her arms raised and lowered, beckoning and then drawing in.

Leia carefully studied her for a while. It seemed simple enough to start with, and while it would likely get more complex as they proceeded, she was a practiced enough dancer to adapt. With confident steps she moved to face the blue-green Twi'lek, waited half a second to catch her rhythm, and then began to match the sway of her body with her own.

They danced in this way for a time, and then the music picked up a bit. Trischa's gaze met Leia's, and the Twi'lek drew closer, not breaking the rhythm. Her hands reached out to take Leia by the hips, and then slowly moved upwards. Echoing her, Leia reached out to take her by the shoulders. As Trischa's hands moved upwards, Leia's moved down, along her arms.

As they danced, Trischa's stare a intense, with a bit of challenge to it. Leia met it with a certain challenge of her own. Lyn Me now stirred, circling them in a dipping, skipping, twirling dance. An outflung hand would touch one of them lightly, on bare thigh or stomach or neck, and the next instant be gone as the chalk-white Twi'lek spun around them, revolving in and out of their personal space.

As they swayed together, Leia felt Trischa's hands slide up to the sides of her halter, then slip under it. She sucked in her breath as the former priestess smiled at her and gave her a goading, barely-seen wink. She was being teased a little, Leia realized a bit indignantly. Well, two could play that game. She moved her own hands from Trischa's forearms to Trischa's mostly-bare backside, and squeezed.

The noises from the crowd signaled approval of what they were seeing. Leia caught sight of a Rodian bounty hunter, large eyes framed by the glow of thermal smart lenses, staring at her in fascination. To her surprise, she didn't mind it as much as she felt she ought to. She'd always liked to dance, and even she admitted to herself that she was deeply egotistical and proud. Having an audience enthralled by her, even an audience of scum, was not entirely unpleasing.

Lyn Me was dancing closer and closer now, sometimes so close that Leia had to force herself not to flinch in anticipation of a collision. She was glad the ex-scholar was a good dancer. Trischa's hands slid along the sides of her breasts, and then one hand slipped out and was raised to Leia's cheek. As the two women gazed into each other's eyes, Trischa caressed her, fingers slowly moving down to her chin.

Leia felt herself blush just a little, sensing the heat in the Twi'lek's gaze. Her own hands kneaded the woman's swaying rump, then, greatly daring, she reached up and took hold of the former priestess by the ends of her headtails.

Trischa audibly gasped, and her eyes widened. Smiling, Leia dwirled her fingers around the delicate tail-tips, and was amused to see Trischa nearly miss a beat. Her own steps nearly faltered as one of Lyn Me's increasingly frantic gyrations brought her hand under Leia's loincloth, where the Twi'lek's deft fingers found her cleft and squeezed before slipping quickly away as the woman spun on. 

The increasingly tight spirals forced Leia and Trischa closer to each other until they were touching, chest to chest, groin to groin. Leia could smell the other woman's sweat in her nostrils, the scent mingling with her own. Their lips were almost touching as they danced face to face, hands playing over each other.

Lyn Me suddenly slid to an abrupt halt, falling to the ground with her legs split back to front. Her arms reached up to take hold of one buttock each from the other two, and her head tossed back, eyes closed. The music halted, and for a second the pose was held by all three dancers. Then they disengaged from each other as the audience applauded enthusiastically.

"Very good!" Jabba enthused. "I am pleased." He beckoned, giving Leia's chain a light tug.

Trischa put a hand on Leia's arm. "That was fun, love," she said warmly. "You did well."

"She did," Lyn Me added. "Good chemistry."

"Thank you," Leia replied. "I hope you didn't mind me touching your headtails. I know for Twi'leks its, um..."

Trischa smiled. "It helped the dance. And I didn't mind. You can touch them again, next time."

Leia blushed a little and started to say something, then another jerk on her chain made her grimace. "I've got to go. Good performance." She turned and headed back to the dais to take her place by Jabba's side.

The normal business of court resumed, although more leisurely in pace. The band played a pleasant, light tune as Jabba munched on his disgusting snacks and occasionally spoke with someone about business. Leia rested, although truthfully the dance she'd done hadn't been very physically demanding. She found herself almost bored, and wished she wasn't stuck chained to the slug so that she could at least go make idle conversation with Lyn and Trischa.

Instead she watched the court. Fett had vanished somewhere, she noticed. She didn't see Gugg or Tukk, either, although she spotted Magg and Gromo standing guard at various doors. The Rodian she had seen watching her earlier was talking with a member of the skiff guards; he glanced at her then, and almost caught her looking at him.

A roar of laughter from a group of motley beings caught her ear. They were standing around a wide-bodied and huge-handed Gram, who was gesturing and boasting loudly, although the language was strange enough and the crowd noise loud to the point where Leia couldn't make out what he was saying.

"Ree-Yees!" Jabba suddenly bellowed, making the room abruptly fall silent. "Come here!" The Gram jerked back in surprise, one hand pointing at itself as if in question.

"Yes, you, Ree-Yees. Get over here."

The Gram nervously shuffled forwards, the crowd parting for him as if he had suddenly contracted a nasty and highly contagious disease. "Y-yes, Jabba?" he stammered apprehensively.

"Ree-Yees, my boy. I couldn't help but overhear what you were saying," the Hutt boomed with unconvincing friendliness. "Can you really please three women at the same time?"

The goat-headed humanoid blinked all three eyes, his furry ears and stubby antennae twitching. "Uh, yes, oh Jabba. As a Gram, I-"

"That's hard to believe!" Jabba interrupted, his voice still deceptively chummy. "That must be something, but I can't quite believe it. Are you a liar, Ree-Yees?" His voice turned menacing. "Are you lying to me?"

"N-n-no, Jabba!" Ree-Yees babbled. "It's true! Believe me, I would never dare lie to you!"

"You sound sincere! Yet it's such a hard claim to believe. I don't know what to think." Jabba snapped his fingers. "I know. You'll prove your claim, Ree-Yees, right here and now. I have three lovely dancers you can borrow."

What?!? Leia's head jerked up in shock to stare at the Hutt, then snapped back down to look at the Gram. Did he seriously mean... of course he did. She forced herself to stay calm.

Ree-Yees looked stunned, then turned his three-eyed gaze on Leia. He licked the dark lips on his goat-faced snout, as if unable to believe his luck. "That's... I'll do my best, Jabba. Thank you!" 

"You're welcome! Oh, and Ree-Yees, my boy," Jabba leaned forwards. "If you can't please them, that means you lied to me. I don't like being lied to. I feed people who lie to me, to my magnificent Rancor. So I highly suggest you make them very satisfied."

The Gram opened his mouth with a stutter, the full picture of his predicament sinking in. "I... but..."

The Hutt just looked at him, baleful yellow eyes glaring, and he nodded.

"Y-yes, Jabba."

The massive crimelord gestured to Bib Fortuna, and the majordomo snapped out instructions. Leia found herself swiftly herded off the platform and into the center of the room along with the two Twi'lek women.

Leia whispered to Trischa. "When I said I wouldn't mind performing together, this wasn't what I meant," a hint of black humor masking her anxiety.

The former priestess gave her a wan smile. "Me too," she replied softly. "Be strong."

Lyn Me just shook her head. "I'm just hoping Ree-Yees can win his bet. At least my part of it, anyway."

The stout-bodied Gram was looking less than confident about that as he stepped forwards, examining the three dancers. He spoke in a hushed whisper to Fortuna, who pursed his lips and listened, nodding.

Bib Fortuna motioned to the three. "Hands and knees, in a row, touching. New girl in the center."

Without hesitation the two Twi'leks moved to comply. Leia wavered for a moment, casting about for an idea to get her out of this. She didn't find one, and reluctantly dropped to her hands and knees between Trischa and Lyn Me.

Ree-Yees moved behind them, and Leia turned her head to look over her shoulder to see what he was doing. The Gram eyed their backsides worriedly for a second, then put a hand on Trischa and Lyn Me's rumps and pushed them together, causing the two women to shift closer to Leia. Their bare hips and thighs were now touching hers, and their shoulders as well. One of Lyn Me's headtails was resting against Leia's right arm, twitching slightly with nervousness or anticipation.

Nodding to himself, Ree-Yees reached out and pulled down the bikini bottoms concealing the two Twi'leks' genitals. Then he flipped up the back of Leia's loincloth, exposing her own shaved snatch. Licking his dark lips, he unbuckled his belt and tugged down his flight pants.

Leia was still over her shoulder and her eyes widened incredulously.

The Gram's goat-like appearance continued down his torso with fine grey fur. Leia could now see the reason for his girth was because males of his species had three cocks side-by-side. Each of the pinkish shafts had red freckles and ended in a flat, darker red, squarish head. All three were long, and appeared to be stiffening as she watched.

Ree-Yees carefully shuffled forwards with his flight pants around his ankles, while rubbing each cockhead with a saliva-coated hand. He positioned the tip of his central member at the fleshy petals of Leia's vulva. Then, bending his other two organs in a way that may have been painful at best to a human, he did the same at the labias of the other two women. He shifted a little, squeezing his shafts to full hardness and gauged his stance and angle.

Leia felt the warm flat head press harder against the entrance to her waiting hole, sending an electric shudder coursing through her body. Swallowing, Leia turned her head and looked at Trischa.

The other woman gazed back at her, and for a second they shared a mingled sense of resignation mixed with tense anticipation.

Then, with a swiftness that surprised her, Ree-Yees deliberately took a shuffling step forwards.

Leia let out a short gasp as the Gram's cock pushed through her cuntal gate and into her tight pussy, causing her to clench around the unwanted intruder. Beside her, Trischa made a similiar noise, her head flying back and her headtails twitching. Lyn Me, by contrast, made a lazy, pleased sound somewhere between a laugh and a groan.

Placing a hand on each of the Twi'leks' upraised, quivering backsides, Ree-Yees began to thrust his hips back and forth, sliding his cocks in and out of all three women. The crowd whooped and cheered, screaming encouragement, and Leia's cheeks burned bright scarlet as her snatch was vigorously plowed by her latest ravisher. While she had somewhat enjoyed the attention of the audience to her dancing, being fucked in public on her hands and knees was simply humiliating. At least she didn't think her body would embarrass her further; the Gram's penis, while long, simply was not entering at an angle to do more than rub her vaginal walls as it moved back and forth. The repeated friction would probably get her a little wet and hopefully ease some of the discomfort, but she was highly unlikely to get off on it.

Lyn Me by contrast was actively thrusting her rump back against the Gram's strokes as she made low, throaty noises of pleasure. On the other side, Trischa was rocking back and forth on her hands and knees, biting her lip and looking somewhat distant. Her expression told Leia that the Gram's attentions were having an effect on the dancer, even if not to the extent that they were with Lyn Me. Both women's hips and thighs were now rubbing back and forth against Leia as all three women were carnally taken. Though the situation might appear comical, she somehow found the sensation of the Twi'Lek's naked hips against her own more distractingly arousing than the cock threshing her cunt.

The roar of the crowd grew as Lyn Me's eager cries rose louder. The ex-scholar eagerly pushed her wiggling, quivering ass against the cock plundering her pussy. Grimacing under her own fucking... Leia's cunt still hadn't become wet enough for comfort... she glanced over to see the chalk-white Twi'lek spasm, wail deliriously, with a convincing climax.

Leia felt the other woman's orgasm shuddering against her thigh and the headtail resting against her arm quivered and wrapped tightly around her forearm. Lyn Me seemed to sense her looking, and met Leia's gaze lazily, licking her lips as she enjoyed the Gram's penetration. For a long second their eyes held, then Leia hurriedly stared at the ground, cheeks flushing again. She was somewhat mortified to realize that the shared  moment had made her wet enough for her continued Gram-banging to proceed without discomfort.

Ree-Yees began to lean away from Lyn, giving more attention to his other two women. Trischa responded to the increased vigor with stifled gasps, growing louder and more obvious as time passed. Her detatchment and composure seemed to slip, and a look of distress flitted across her face.

"Stay strong," Leia whispered.

Trischa nodded faintly, and Leia's hand moved to cover Trischa's. Leia squeezed it, and then Trischa let out a low, shuddering moan. The sounds grew in volume, as the two women slid against each other side by side in the primal rhythms of sex, sweat mingling as they were relentlessly fucked by the Gram. Leia watched Trischa's body quiver as she was taken, and the princess found her feelings on the matter deeply confused. On the one hand, she wanted no audience for this. On the other, she liked Trischa, and this was an ordeal they were sharing together in the most intimate possible way. That was almost comforting.

The hand under Leia's own clenched, and then the defiled priestess threw her head back and gave a long, ragged, orgasmic scream. Her hips shook as the climax rippled through her body, and she gazed at Leia, mouth soundlessly working and eyes half-closed.

The crowd roared approval.

Now Ree-Yees shifted his focus to Leia. Both of his hands took her by the hips, and she grunted a bit as he began to hammer into her harder. Aside from the added exertion making her breathing heavier, it wasn't having much effect. This was no Gromo, Leia thought to herself. He didn't seem to have any idea of how to please a woman except for thrusting his dick back and forth. Sadly for him, that wasn't enough for many women, Leia included. He could do this all day and she wasn't going to do anything except kneel there and grimace and pant a bit.

Which meant, she realized with malicious glee, that Ree-Yees was going to lose his bet, and with it his life. What had Jabba said, the Rancor? She pictured the Gram being devoured by a monster, screaming for mercy, and felt a vicious satisfaction. It was the perfect revenge for what he was doing to her, and the best part was that she didn't have to do a thing, just wait while he proved his utter inadequacy as a male. And then, when her public humiliation ended, she would mount Jabba's dais, recline at the edge where she could get a good view, and watch as he died. And as he did, she would smile.

The thought was so pleasing to her that it almost swept away the discomfort of her situation, her hatred and rage finally finding a channel to express themselves through. She waited for him to run out of stamina and for her ordeal to end, and his to begin.

Enjoy me while you've got me, she thought, because fucking me is going to be the last pleasant thing you experience.

As if sensing her thoughts, Ree-Yees humped away with increasing desperation, not seeming to realize that harder was not necessarily better. She could feel the fear in him now as if it were a living thing, as if it were as solid as the penis buried in her unsatisfied vagina. His rising distress was deeply pleasing to her.

He fears me, she thought with gleeful satisfaction. Even as he violates me he fears me!

No, a quiet, calm corner of her mind replied. He fears Jabba.

But I will be the one who kills him, she argued back.

No. Jabba will. He's just another toy of the Hutt's... you're both just playthings to be tormented for Jabba's amusement.

Swallowing, Leia closed her eyes, feeling a little sick for reasons that had nothing to do with sex. Suddenly she realized how close she had come to truly giving in to Jabba and letting him overturn her moral codes and enjoy the debasement and suffering of others. This was all an exhibition for Jabba's court, and a means to exert control. When the time comes, she would kill him. The Gram was not at fault, he was being played like everyone else.

She took a minute to get her breath and formulate a plan. Then Leia focused on her breasts moving back and forth in her halter, and the Gram squeezing her ass. She pictured his pink goat-cock thrusting inside her and felt his grey fur rub against the back of her thighs. Leia threw back her head, and arched her back, and gave a long, passionate wail. Making herself quiver, she slowly faked an explosive orgasm, pushing her ass back against the Gram as she lowered herself to her elbows and pressed her chest to the floor.

Trischa squeezed Leia's hand and flushed very slightly, still being plowed herself. Lyn Me just gave Leia a mildly incredulous, amused look, clearly not fooled in the slightest.

The crowd, on the other hand, was completely taken in by her staged moans, and roared in celebration of Ree-Yees' victory.

Relief radiated from the Gram like heat from an oven, so intense and blissful that he released his stress with the burst of his own orgasm. Leia suddenly felt his hot load gush deep within her, and from the reactions of her two fellow recepticles, his other cocks were creaming their slick holes as well. He strained a bit, then stepped back, his three organs sliding out of them with a wet squelch and smearing his cum on the back of their thighs.

The three women collapsed to the ground on their bellies as Ree-Yees acknowledged the cheers of the crowd. He pumped his arms in the air with victory, and his dripping cocks rapidly softened.

"Well, Ree-Yees, you were right," Jabba acknowledged genially. "Very impressive! Looks like you avoid the Rancor this week."

The Gram somehow did not seem reassured by that, and after making the expected gestures of gratitude to the crimelord he hurriedly pulled his pants up and removed himself to the far corner of the crowd, out of sight.

Leia propped wearily on her elbows, rolled to her side, and examined herself. Her pussy was leaking pale orange semen; the smell from it was pungent and made her nose wrinkle in distaste. The other two women were in a similar state, Trischa ineffectively tried to wipe a glob of the stuff from her inner thigh, and Lyn Me playfuly rubbed a finger through the mess between her petals.

The princess sighed. "I suppose that could have gone worse," she muttered softly.

"Thanks for the moral support, love," Trischa replied, giving her hand a final squeeze and then letting go so that she could pull up her bikini bottom.

"Likewise." Leia grimaced and flipped her loincloth down to cover her crotch; she'd clean up later. "I suppose this binds us in a way."

"Sisters," Trischa agreed.

"Fucksisters," Lyn Me added. The other two looked at her, and she grinned. "Hey, I had a good time. Although I prefer to have Ree-Yees in private and alone. You can get stuffed in both holes at once-"

"Can we change the subject?" Leia interrupted.

Lyn Me smirked, and pulled up her bikini bottom. She cupped her mound lovingly as the Gram's wet cum darkened the fabric, and stood, "I'll see you two later."

The other two women rose to their feet as well, Leia casting glances over at Jabba. "I've got to get back before I draw his attention," she said.

"Later," Trischa replied, smiling.

Then the ex-priestess faded back into the crowd, and Leia trudged back to Jabba's dais and took her place. As she did, Jabba's monkey-lizard scurried up, displayed a ridiculously small member jutting from its groin. The creature rubbed her ass and started making exaggerated humping motions, laughing hysterically. The laughter ceased when she backhanded the creature's head, her eyes blazing. It rolled once and then sprang to its feet, eyes gleaming maliciously at her, and then retreated to sulk.

C-3P0 was standing to one side of Jabba, and leaned down to her. "I must say, Princess, I believe both the audience and the Gram found your finish to be the most compelling of the three. I had no idea your talents in this regard were so highly devel-"

"Threepio," Leia cut him off, voice deadly soft. "If you ever utter a single word about this incident to anyone, even to R-two, I will personally see you melted down, except for your logic boards. Those I will take, and have installed in the waste management systems of one of the automated livestock freighters that serve the Outer Rim. They have a lifespan of several hundred years, I understand. Several hundred years, you will remain alone, eternally processing an endless stream of bantha shit."

In his time, C-3P0 had served many masters. One of the only things they all had in common, was from time to time they would threaten him. He had long ago learned that this was just a flesh being's way of relieving tension and could be safely ignored. However, listening to Leia, his panicked circuits told him that she was completely, 100% serious. "Why don't I just erase this whole stretch of time from my memory banks?" he babbled hurriedly.

"Why don't you," Leia agreed flatly.

There was a brief humming, and then C-3P0 gave a mechanical sigh of relief. He couldn't remember what had caused him to wipe a portion of his own memory, but he was convinced he was much happier without it.

The rest of the day was a study in boredom. Leia had nothing to do except watch the assorted scum, listen to the band's music, and surreptiously wipe at her oozing private parts. The court of criminality seemed to go on forever, a sort of seedy Tatooine purgatory.

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Finally, though, the court's business ended and Leia's four Gamorrean guards came to unhook her chain and lead her from the hall. Magg spoke to Tukk as they left. Whatever he was saying, it caused Tukk to look somewhat distressed and glance at Leia. Likely informing him of the show with Ree-Yees, Leia thought angrily. She would have preferred Tukk hadn't known. Or anyone else, for that matter.

They made their way to the entrance to the Gamorrean canteen, and Tukk offered her his arm, a gesture that almost made her laugh with how out of place it was on the big guard and in her situation. Nodding gravely, she took it, and they entered the dining hall.

As they walked down the rows of tables, Leia couldn't help but reflect on the difference between now and this morning. The group ordered dinner, and Tukk once again used some extra credits to get her a honey tart. Then the five of them sat and ate. She was starving, and savored both the food and the ability to sit at a table and eat peacefully.

When she was finished, she walked across the room and entered the small, sterile lavatory, where she used the facilities and did the best to cleanse herself of the afternoon's coupling. Luckily, none ot the Gram's cum had gotten on her loincloth. When she returned, she expected to find the four guards circulating through the room as usual.

Most of them were. Tukk, however, was waiting at the table for her. As she approached, he took her arm and steered her over to a cluster of other Gamorreans sitting around another table. Motioning for her to take a seat, he pulled a pair of dice from a pouch on his belt, and grunted something at one of the other Gamorreans. Then Tukk withdrew from the pouch two decks of cards with Gamorrean art and galactic standard numbers printed on them. The other Gamorrean's pulled out their own cards, and Tukk began to mime to her as he pointed to the dice and cards.

Leia watched, quickly picking up his meanings. It was a game, and he was trying to explain the rules. It wasn't a terribly complex game, but she thought that there might be some strategic depth in it. When the lesson was over, she nodded her understanding, and Tukk snorted in satisfaction. Then he handed her a deck, a pair of dice, and a small bag of plastine chips. Tukk turned to face the others, who were busy organizing their own implements. It looked like the game was beginning.

She had a rough time of it for the first few rounds. The simple game was indeed deep, and her obvious, safe tactics turned out to be traps for beginners. Leia had somewhat expected that, though, and so her bets in the early game were small and easily lost. As she started to pick up the finer points, she bet more confidently. Sometimes her confidence proved badly in error, but other times she won handily. After an hour she was ahead of where she had started, and she could identify the strong and weak players. Tukk was towards the stronger end, but the best at the table was an older Gamorrean with two badly-chipped head horns. She did her best to avoid going head to head with him.

As the time passed, she started to deliberately play under her ability, not wanting to win much and anger the table. She didn't feel worried, as the mood of the group was relaxed and genial, and the Gamorreans tended to laugh and pound the table in approval with their tankards when she made a good play. To be honest, she thought, this was exactly what she needed to get her mind off the horrible captivity. She was enjoying herself, except for a nagging itch in her crotch.

When the klaxon by the door sounded, the Gamorreans gave a snuffling groan and counted their chips. The losers handed the winners an appropriate amount of credits, and the table started to break up. The older Gamorrean snorting something to Tukk and nodded at Leia before he left. Looking satisfied, Tukk collected her share of the credits in a separate bag and put it into his tunic. Then they rose and rejoined the other three guards, and proceeded to their quarters.

As they walked, Leia shifted and squirmed with discomfort. The itching in her groin was no better; in fact, it seemed to be getting worse. She scratched at it, and almost winced in surprise at how sensitive her woman parts were. Ree-Yees must have drilled her harder than she had thought, or maybe Gram semen was an irritant to the human vagina. Either way, she supposed it would be better in the morning. It might make tonight uncomfortable, though.

Tonight. This time there was no uncertainty in her mind about which bed to pick. She was fairly confident that Tukk would leave her alone if she chose.

If she chose? Leia grimaced. The mere fact that it was no longer an automatic choice was revealing as to how much the last few days had changed her views of sex. She had been fucked so many times, that once more was no longer an ordeal, especially when it was her choice.

The group entered their quarters, and the four Gamorreans stripped off and flopped into to their respective beds. Leia joined Tukk, and as the lights dimmed he rolled on his side to face her. His eager erection was warm as it rested on her thigh. It was obvious what he had in mind.

Licking one finger, she inserted the digit into her pussy. The discomfort from that convinced her that sex tonight was not a good idea. She was going to have to take a gamble. "I'm really sore, Tukk," she whispered. "Can we just sleep?"

There was a brief pause, as a look of deep disappointment crossed the big Gamorrean's face, but then he nodded.

As he rolled onto his back, Leia sighed, worry and doubt swirling through her mind. There was no question that she had to avoid penetration tonight if she possibly could, given how she was feeling, yet she couldn't afford to lose Tukk as an ally, or even have him less enthused to help her in the future. She didn't think this denial would do that, but men were men. You could never predict what would send them into a petulant sulk or abandonment.

Grumbling softly, she heaved herself to her knees and scrambled to turn around in the bed, her knee and leg treading on Tukk's chest as she awkwardly straddled him. He made a noise of surprise and questioning protest, which she ignored, and kept moving. Finally she was facing his groin, her ass and crotch pointed towards his face. He was still erect, she saw... or perhaps the view he was currently getting had re-ignited him.

Leia eased her upper body down, mashing her covered breasts on his wide abdomen, and reached out to take hold of his member. She examined it, mentally comparing it to the Gram. Tukk had a fleshy green shaft, with a lemon-shaped head that was a reddish-green color with small purple-green bumps. She loosened her grip and slid her fingers down the shaft, tracing a twisting vein on the underside, and heard him give a long guttural exhalation of breath. Smiling very faintly, she bent his cock toward her face and kissed the tip, her lips caressing the area around the tiny hole. Then she opened wider and took his head into her mouth.

Tukk snorted contentedly as she began to suckle him, her tongue going to work around the tip of his pointed cock head. She was a quick study, and took more of him into her mouth. She suddenly thought it funny that the tongue that had once lashed the Senate and Grand Moffs alike now pleasured this Gamorrean's cock with equal deftness and skill. This was just a different form of diplomatic negotiation, she convinvced herself. Her hand slid down to stroke the lower part of his green shaft.

Her other hand reached around to the dangling ballsack under his cock. Gamorrean scrotums weren't quite as compact as what she understood human ones were like, and she rolled her fingers until the loose, fleshy sack was in her palm. He had four testicles, she quickly found; another difference from human anatomy. He gave a low squeal as she lightly squeezed her thumb between them, then a snuffling groan that made his entire body quiver, as she rubbed the tip of his penis against the roof of her mouth.

Leia felt one of his hands reach between her thighs, and a finger push against her clit. She lifted her mouth from his cock, and let the saliva-coated head bounce free from her lips. Sharply turning her head, she commanded him, "Don't..." perhaps a little more harshly than she intended. "Not tonight."

Tukk grunted apologetically and immediately withdrew his hand.

Turning back to his green shaft, Leia took the lemon-shaped cock head back into her mouth and this time began to move up and down, her head bobbing as she sucked him. Her long brown braid flapped behind her head with the motion and then slid over her shoulder to hang in front of her. Thinking of the Twi'lek headtails, Leia grabbed her braid and wrapped it around the base of his cock with one hand. Her other hand continued to play with his scrotum, rolling his testicles, lightly squeezing, pinching.

The big Gamorrean was breathing heavily now, and she could smell the faint smoky odor of his sweat as she fellated him. His hips began to twitch slightly, and before long, with her tacit encouragment, he was making shallow thrusts up with his crotch as she held her head still and worked her tongue and lips around his thrusting penis.

The sound of his pants, her wet sucking, and the faint squeak of the bed filled the room for a time.

Of course her ministrations had the desired affect, and Tukk oinked loudly with his climax. Leia almost choked as a powerful squirt of hot cum sprayed the back of her throat. There was obviously no place to spit it without rendering the shared bed a disgusting sticky mess for the rest of the night, so she swallowed. The Gamorrean's hips jerked again, and she drank his hot seed as he spurted into her welcoming mouth. The taste wasn't unpleasant, she reflected; salty and a little umami. A trickle of thick white cum escaped her lips to run down the green cock, pooling on her brown braid wrapped around his shaft.

After one more spasm, Tukk's reservoir was dry. Leia pulled his slowly shrinking penis from her closed lips, and kissed the tip. Seeing the cum on her braid, she knew she would have to clean and rebraid her hair again tomorrow. She squeezed her braid around his cock and pulled it up the shaft like a towel, collecting the smeared cum and leaving his cock clean. Holding her slimy braid in the air, she twisted around atop Tukk's torso to face him, her breasts dangling in their harness above his chest, her head above his.

"There. Happy now?" she asked him, a bit of good-humored sarcasm in her voice.

Tukk gave a short, snuffling grin and nodded.

"Good. I'm going to take off my clothes now, and go to sleep. All right?"

He nodded again, and Leia smiled.

She sat up on his abdomen and reached behind her with her free hand. She unhooked her halter and pulled it off, letting her pale breasts fall free. Then, reaching down, she undid her metal loincloth belt, and pulled it away. Now wearing only her armbands and tiara, she straddled him and carefully released her long tail of woven brown hair, wet with his semen. Her braid flopped down to brush against his cheek.

Tukk's eyes took in her nakedness, and she could sense his deep desire, as she had intended. She felt his hips bounce slightly and concluded that his erection must be returning.

She stared into his dark eyes. "Not tonight," she said gently but firmly.

Tukk nodded, although he shot her a look that suggested that she was in fact a cruel and heartless person.

She rolled off him, and nestled down by his side, her breasts and stomach and thighs pressed against him. He twitched, but then simply closed his eyes. Leia did the same, pleased. He really did seem to understand that 'no' meant no.

And she didn't mind the fact that he was attracted to her. That surprised her a bit. Then again, she had been shocked when she realized that she found Han's attentions to be deeply desirable, even as they drove her crazy with frustration.

Shrugging, and giving her crotch one last scratch, Leia closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Contnued in Chapter 4

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