All Part of the Plan - Chapter 5 - The Fourth Day, Part 2

Chapter 5: The Fourth Day, Part 2

Before too long, Bib Fortuna returned and took her back to the main hall. The majordomo had a lecherous smirk on his face; probably picturing her screwing the grimy Rancor Keeper. She ignored him, and returned to her place on Jabba's dais.

The remainder of the day at court went by quickly. Most of the courtiers sensed that Jabba was even more tempermental and vindictive than usual after losing his prize pet, and refrained from bringing him any proposals or petitions. They talked amongst themselves about the sport tomorrow morning, or gambled and listened to the band play. The Hutt watched them without much enthusiasm, clearly bored and restless. Finally he called a halt to the proceedings early, and the crowd began to drift off, Trischa shooting a worried glance at Leia as she left.

Gromo approached to unhook Leia's chain, and Fortuna waved him off. "She's needed elsewhere," the pasty Twi'lek said. "You can collect her later tonight."

Oh, that wasn't good. That could mean any number of things. Although if he was telling the guard to expect her later in the evening, that at least meant she probably wasn't going to be simply fed to some beast to assauge Jabba's wrath. Still, she couldn't suppress a flutter of fear.

The Hutt departed on his hover litter, and she rested on the now-empty dais, watching the band pack up and menial servants clear away trash and the remains of the refreshment tables.

As the minutes passed, her nervousness grew and grew. Finally Fortuna uncoupled her leash from the platform and gave it a tug. Stepping down, Leia followed him out of the hall.

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Fotune led Leia a different way, the way she had gone when she had been in disguise as a bounty hunter and had been given quarters for the night. But instead of turning into the guest wing, they went up, ascending stairs to the upper floors of the palace. The floors and furnishings grew richer and richer as they went; this was clearly where those high in the Hutt's favor dwelled.

Finally they reached a set of rooms decorated in hideous-looking bas reliefs. Fortuna stopped, and pointed at a low table. "Remove your clothing, shoes, and armbands and leave it there. Then proceed through the doors." He pointed at a set of enameled double doors at the far end of the room. "I would suggest being on your best behavior."

Wordlessly she nodded; there really wasn't anything to say. She considered killing him with a swift kick to the throat; he obviously wasn't a fighter, and once he was dead she could quickly make her way down through the palace, perhaps ambushing a guard for his weapon along the way. Then she'd have to make her way out of the palace, a prospect for which she was not holding high hopes. Not with Jabba's guards plus about a hundred assorted bounty hunters residing here as guests, and a collar round her neck tracking her health and location. Even if she did somehow get away, she would be abandoning Luke, Han, and Chewbacca, and it was all too likely that her escape might cause a change in plans, ruining whatever plan Luke might have. But most of all, she hadn't killed Jabba yet, and that was going to happen before she voluntarily left this wretched planet. She was just going to have to endure whatever awaited her.

She undressed fully, folding her halter and loincloth and setting them on the table with her shoes and armbands, doing her best to ignore the pasty Twi'lek's gaze. He stepped forward and ran a greedy hand down her bare back to the curve of her bottom, making her turn abruptly away, a cold look on her face. Slowly, she walked to the green-paneled doors, pushed them open, and stepped through.

Wet warmth hit her as she entered, and for a second Leia thought she had stepped into a sauna again. It wasn't, though. The chamber was a deep red, circular with a domed ceiling, and the vast majority of it was dominated by a shallow pool filled with a thick, greenish, occasionally bubbling liquid. On the rim that ran along the sides of the chamber, two guards stood; a species she had never encountered before. They were hairless, with pale shiny skin and no mouths, and wide compound eyes flanked by two shell-like organs that she assumed were ears. Their bare chests revealed them as obviously female, and their hips were girded by a complex set of straps that held weapons of various sorts. They carried pikes in their hands, and the easy way they held them told Leia that they were expert in their use. The Hutt's vile little monkey-lizard pet sat on the edge, playing with the surface of the liquid.

In the center of the pool rested Jabba, a broad smirk on his wide face. "Step forward," he said. "Let me see you."

Slowly, she did. The doors quietly shut behind her, and her trapped feeling only grew. She cast about for ways to kill the Hutt here and now; he had only two guards in attendance. Unfortunately she sensed they were very skilled guards, she was unarmed except for the chain round her neck, and her punches and kicks would do little to no damage against the crimelord's rubbery body. This was not the moment for a successful assassination.

"Very nice," Jabba said, looking her up and down. "Why don't you join me in here?"

Swallowing, she stepped into the pool. It was knee-deep, thick and slimy, and warm as blood. The stuff clung to her legs as she reluctantly walked further in, and she shivered a bit despite the hot, humid air.

"That's right. Tell me, are you enjoying your new position as my slave?" The Hutt's eyes gleamed with lazy malice.

"Yes, master," she replied with an imitation of servility.

"You seemed excessively pleased at the death of my pet today," Jabba mused. "One might suspect that you still harbored illusions that Solo and his friends may survive."

"No, master," Leia replied, concealing a tremor of unease. "As you have decreed, they will die tomorrow."

"That's right. And the Rancor?"

"I was simply excited by the fight," she lied. "By such a large, impressive creature being slain."

"I see," Jabba said, dark amusement in his voice. "I don't know that I like you celebrating the loss of one of my prized treasures. It makes me... a little upset with you."

Swallowing, she stepped forwards. "Please forgive me, master."

Jabba smiled. "I forgive you, lovely one. Come here." Reluctantly she inched closer still, and his squat but powerful arms reached out to seize her by the waist and draw her against his fetid bulk. Her face stared into his, trying desperately to keep her disgust hidden.

"You were wasted on Solo. A weak man. A man with no drive. Women want someone who is strong, who will ruthlessly crush those who stand in their way until they stand atop the summit of power. You want me, lovely slave. You simply do not know it yet."

He really believed that crap, Leia realized in disbelief. She hadn't expected that a crimelord of Jabba's stature could be so... naive? Delusional? Clueless? His tongue flicked out to taste her collarbone, and she flinched.

"Still reluctant?"

She forced herself to shake her head slightly.

The Hutt's hooded eyes flickered with amusement. "No matter. Now you will find out what it means to be satisfied by a being who wields true power."

Her blood ran cold. He didn't mean... he did. Pure disgust took over and she tried to step away, only to find the two guards silently closing in behind her and seizing her upper arms in an iron grip. As she struggled, Jabba reared back, and began to make a series of strange, pained grunting sounds. She could heard the horrible little monkey-lizard laughing shrilly.

From the lower belly of the Hutt, a pouch opened, and a purple organ began to emerge. It was conical at the top, with a long, grooved length beneath it and evenly spaced rings or discs of muscle. The whole thing was oozing a thin, whitish slime, and smelled sour. As she stared at it, the guards begain to push her forwards and lift her slightly.

Her composure breaking, Leia thrashed and struggled. Jabba reached out and took her thighs in both hands. Then, with the guards holding her arms, he began to slowly lower her towards the waiting organ.

"Wait... no... wait..." she pleaded desperately, her eyes wide with horror.

"Soon, you will be singing a different tune," Jabba told her.

The conical tip touched her vulva, and she shuddered at the feel of the hot slimy thing against her soft petals.

"Now, you will truly learn who your master is."

And with that, he pulled her down as the sour-smelling purple shaft flexed and pushed up. The two gaurds continued to hold her by the arms, but let Jabba's grasp direct the show.

Leia screamed as the Hutt's slimy worm cock pushing into her human cunt. The slickness of the vile thing meant that her lack of lubrication was not an issue, but that was small consolation. She struggled, wriggling and impaled on his member like a pinned butterfly. His hands moved to her hips and held her fully against his torso. The guards released her and stepped back.

She pushed her hands against Jabba's moist and rubbery bulk, but to no avail. Hutt began to slowly roll on his side, taking her with him. Then they were lying in the pool, her head and torso just above the warm green slime, her hips and legs submerged. She shut her eyes, trying to distance herself from what was happening, and waited for him to move.

He didn't. The Hutt simply lay there, holding her, his length buried within her snatch. She shuddered and waited, her skin crawling, desperately wanting to shriek and kill the vile being.

A strange pulse in her tunnel. Then another. Then a third, stronger one. Numbly, Leia realized that while Jabba wasn't thrusting into her, his organ was starting to expand and contract, expand and contract. A self-thrusting, undulating muscle penis.

Soon the movement inside her pussy was pulsing and intense, as the thing's contractions grew and grew. She thought that it was shrinking to a fourth of its full length and then expanding again, all within the space of about three seconds. She bit her lip, trying to ignore the sensations from her violated tunnel. It wasn't that difficult; the sheer disgust she was feeling more than overwhelmed the twinges of physical gratification.

A hot liquid drenched her insides, and she closed her eyes, wearily hoping that his orgasm was over, and he would let her go. But instead the organ's contractions only seemed to intensify. She felt a despairing moan escape her lips.

It had to end soon. But it didn't. And as she lay pressed against the Hutt's slimy bulk, his hands slowly exploring her body, she realized that she was starting to feel... odd. Warm. A little dizzy. Her thoughts, which had been cold and clear if repulsed, started to become fuzzy and uncertain.

Most of all, the movement in her slick tunnel was starting to send waves of bliss through her body in addition to twinges of stuffed cuntal pleasure. She fought them, successfully at first. After a few minutes, though, her mouth opened and she gave an involuntary gasp of pleasure. It was quickly followed by another.

"You like that, yes?" Jabba murmured. "Women need the first part to warm up."

First part? He must mean that first spurt of whatever it was. It must be affecting her... affecting her... Leia shook her head, trying to get her thoughts straight. Then she forgot about it as Jabba leaned in and began to slurp and lick her breasts. The grotesque wash, which would have made her gag several minutes before, caused her to cry out... a hungry, aroused cry that shocked her to hear.

It was not the last. As she writhed in pleasure against him, her legs began to slide against his sides, reflexively trying to straddle him. Her hands slid against his rubbery skin, and she pushed closer against him as she moaned and trembled. As the organ within her clenching cunt moved up and down like a piston, she hazily tried to get control of himself. He was vile, horrible. He repulsed her. He... her thoughts failed her, and fell away in a wave of pleasure and a frenzied need for satisfaction. She felt like she was burning up, like she was about to burst.

"Do you still want me to stop?" Jabba asked mockingly.

"No," she heard her own voice slur.

"Beg me to continue."

"Please don't stop," Leia begged. "Please. I need... I need..." Shame and horror rose up at the sound of what she was saying, but were quickly beaten down by the overwhelming need for release she was feeling. "Keep fucking me."

"Tell me I am better than Solo."

"You're better than Solo," she sobbed. "Much better. Just please, don't stop fucking me. I need..." Her voice trailed off into a scream, an animal cry of pure desire.

It wasn't clear to her how long they lay there in the bubbling, viscous green pool, her screaming and begging him to please her, the Hutt reclining and slowly conquering her body and mind, drawing obscene promises and pledges from her shuddering lips. Finally, she felt a shudder run through him, and felt a bulge at the base of his organ. It passed up his length and into her, and then she felt a wet surge and the sensation of a small, firm object wriggling inside her. The new sensations were repeated twice more, as she desperately tried to achieve climax.

After the third time, Jabba motioned to his guards, and they approached from behind and began to drag her off his length.

"No... wait... I haven't...!" Leia screamed. "Keep fucking me! Please!"

"Another time, my dear," Jabba crooned, as he turned his bulk and slithered out of the pool. "Many other times."

He awkwardly passed through two doors in the far wall, and vanished.

Sobbing, Leia was hauled from the pool and unceremoniously dropped on the rim. Lying on her back, her feet dangled in the pool and her hips and legs were covered in the green slimy liquid. She reached down and ran her hands over her mound, fingers smearing the greasy slime. Her gaping hole was slowly contracting as she dipped two fingers inside herself and stroked her clit with a thumb, as she desperately, frantically began to masturbate. She had to achieve release. She had to...

Jabba's little monkey-lizard pet appeared, and watched her for a time as she writhed and masturbated at the edge of the pool. Its beady eyes gleamed, and it seemed to reach a decision. Slowly, its tiny cock jutted from its fat body, it closed on her and jumped between her legs.

A distant part of Leia's mind screamed and yelled at her to break the little vermin's neck. Instead she continued to urgently finger her clit, her legs parting a bit further to give him better access to her shaved, slime-soaked snatch. Cackling, the monkey-lizard pushed his stubby penis inside her and began to gleefully hump away as she rubbed her button with green-slime coated fingers and teased one nipple with her other hand, smearing green liquid across her breast. Leia's head was tossing back and forth, her brown braid lay limp on the side, in a puddle of the green liquid.

She felt the monkey-lizard's scaly belly press against her fingers as she rubbed her clit. The creature's penis was too small to provide any pleasure, but knowing that she was servicing another cock provided deviant stimulation to aid her masturbation. It didn't take long for the horrible little thing to cum, shooting sticky strings of yellow semen into her swollen, sopping cunt. Pulling out, the creature squirted another strand of sticky yellow cum over her fingers, then scuttled off, laughing maniacally. She ignored him, fingers smearing the sticky yellow cum at her entrance as she continued to desparately try to reach her climax.

After a minute of futile masturbation, the doors she had entered through opened and Bib Fortuna entered. Sensing a male presense, Leia deliriously scrabbled up off her back and onto her hands and knees. Raising her bottom in the air, she anxiously presented herself to him, her squishy, slimy slit, open in clear invitation. Her rounded ass, shiny with the green fluid of the pool, wiggled and quivered with barely restrained eagerness as it jutted up at the majordomo, begging to be taken.

"Not so icy now, are you?" Fortuna murmured smugly.

The pasty Twi'lek pulled open his pants and moved between her feet. He knelt behind Leia and grabbed her green-slime covered hips with both hands.

Reaching beneath, her fingers held open the petals of her obviously-used pussy she was so desperate to have filled again. Fortuna pressed the head of his cock between her splayed fingers and pushed his cock into her tunnel. Crying out, Leia began to frantically thrust herself backwards, driving hard against his length as she fingered her clit and gasped for breath. Her shoulders and breasts slid back and forth against the tiled floor.

For several minutes Fortuna fucked her, his hips now covered in the green slime as each thrust pressed their flesh together with a wet smack. A slick sucking sound followed when he pulled out halfway, strands of the green slime connecteing his hips to the moons of her ass. Each time her thrust into her again, her body lurched forward on the wet floor.

Leia begged him several times for more, provoking amused laughter. Finally he held his hips against her and twitched inside, spewing his pale blue semen into her womb. While still twitching, Fortuna pulled his shaft free from her sopping cunt. One last throb of his cock sent rivulets of blue cum spattering and dripping across her lower back.

With a muffled sob, she looked anxiously back, fingers spreading her labia in invitation. Her gaping hole now oozed pale blue cum, matting her diamond tuft of pubic hair before splattering between her knees. "Please..." she choked. "I need..."

"Bide, whore," Fortuna told her, contempt in his voice. "I can see you've been taken even more strongly than most. Lie still for a second."

She collapsed to the floor in despair as he left the room, her hand underneath still clutching at her pussy.

He returned a minute later with two glasses; a small one containing an amber liquid, and a larger one holding what looked like water. He thrust the first one at her. "Drink."

Leia rolled onto her side, her hip resting in a puddle of green slime, speckled with blue globs. Her hand still pawed at her pussy, fingers lazily probing between her petals before dipping in to pull out pale blue cum that her fingers slowly rubbed up and down her swollen labia.

He frowned at her. "Drink if you want to be fucked again."

Her free hand hurriedly grabbed the offered glass. She lifted it to her lips and gulped downed the golden contents. An amber droplet fell from her lips and onto her pale breast, joining the smeared green slime and pale blue semen.

It was some sort of spicy liquor, she discovered; not a type she was familiar with. Not bad, but somewhat harsh, and it burned a bit in her stomach. She began to sweat; a little at first, then a lot. Soon the sheen of slime on her body was joined by dripping rivulets of her own persperation.

Fortuna studied her, and nodded. "Good," he said, handing her the larger glass of water. "Now drink this to rehydrate."

She did.

He grunted. "Wait a few minutes. I will be in the other room. Join me when you can."

Then he left, leaving Leia to the company of the two female guards, who stared at her unreadably. With a whimper of frustrated despair, she sat still, leaning on one hand, and closed her eyes.

To her vast relief, however, she soon felt the overwhelming sense of need for release start to fade. As her muscles began to untense and the furnace of desire started to bank and die, her head slowly began to clear and her thoughts became easier to put together. She was almost pathetically grateful for the weakening of the horrible carnal urgency, yet as it slipped away and more of her rational mind regained control, she felt a deep well of rage and humiliation begin to rise.

She thought of how completely the Hutt had sexually broken her... how she had begged him to perform obscenities upon her body... how she had eagerly given herself to his vile pet and the disgusting Fortuna as if she were an animal in heat. At the moment she felt like the Hutt Slut her brand proclaimed her to be. And the worst part was that even now, as the corrupt fire died out of her veins, part of her still wanted Jabba to return and fuck her again. She knew that the next time he sent for her, her nauseous disgust would walk hand in hand with a deep, horny thrill that would bring her to his vile embrace dripping wet and trembling with anticipation.

She gave a muffled scream, slamming her palm into the floor. There was only one way to end this. She had to kill him. Personally. And soon.

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Slowly, Leia gathered her composure and got to her feet. Without so much as a glance at the guards, she walked through the double doors to the antechamber, where Fortuna waited.

He leered at her nakedness, smeared with green slime and his own pale blue semen. "Still want to offer me your womanhood for poking?"

She looked at him, and Fortuna took a step back, one hand nervously going to his throat.

"Maybe not," he muttered, seeming to struggle for breath for a second. Then, flustered, he grabbed her clothing from the low table and took hold of her leash. "Follow," he said irritably. "You're still coated with that filthy stuff. You can dress when you've showered."

Gritting her teeth, Leia allowed herself to be led out of the room, her eyes still fixed on the pasty Twi'lek's back, visions of his death playing through her mind. Several times Fortuna had to stop, seeming out of breath, and massage his throat with increasing worry and confusion. That was of no comfort to Leia, who had to endure the stares of those who passed them by as she stood, nude, slimy and cum-spattered, in a public hallway. Finally, though, they reached the dancers' showers.

"Wash," Fortuna rasped. "Someone will take you back to your quarters afterwards. I have to go see the medical droid." He thrust the bundle of her clothing at her, and then hastily departed.

With relief, Leia entered the washroom, put her clothes down on a bench, and them stepped into the showers. She let the warm water cascade over her, washing away the slime and the semen, cleansing her. Her hands hugged herself, then moved down to scrub at her swollen genitals, removing the vile substances contaminating them.

One more day, she thought to herself. Get through tonight, and tomorrow it will be settled.

She stood and swayed under the water for a long time, feeling a deep need to get as clean as possible. The sounds of footsteps at the enterance grew her attention, and she looked up. When Trischa Secura and Lyn Me entered, she nodded to them, forcing a smile.

Trischa hurried up. "Did the Hutt finish in you?"

Her smile vanished. "I don't want to talk about-"

Trischa cut her off, "This is no time for modesty, love. This is important. There are dangers you probably don't know."

"I... yes. He did." Leia flushed crimson, looking away. "What are you talking about?"

"It's.. I'm going to let Lyn explain. She's better at this sort of thing."

Leia looked impatiently at the ex-scholar, who bounced over.

"Hi, Leia. I guess I get to give you the talk, huh?" She winked, seemingly unbothered by Leia's lack of enthusiasm, and then seemed to suddenly turn very serious. "First of all, some basic background. The Hutt species has only one gender, or no genders at all depending on how one looks at it. All Hutt are born with an ovipositor, kept hidden in a pouch, and a vaginal cavity, concealed in skin folds. Hutts mate on their sides, with one penetrating the other. Such an arrangement is not unusual among galactic species, although obviously two genders is far more common."

"Wait, so Jabba isn't a he at all?" Leia asked, surprised.

"Mmm, that depends on how you define 'he'. Biologically Jabba is neither a he nor a she. However, most Hutts adopt a gender identity when they are called on to interact with other species, and Jabba is no exception; he has decided that he is a he and expects to be addressed as such except by other Hutts. He could have just as easily chosen to be a she, however."

"Okay. Go on." Leia marveled at how suddenly professional and almost pedantic the usually flirtatious Lyn had become.

"What makes Hutts almost unique is that they do not require another Hutt for procreation. Hutts can and will mate with any creature with a vaginal cavity that their ovipositor will fit into. The Hutt grasps its partner to itself, penetrates them, and then lies still while their ovipositor begins to pump. Very quickly they shoot a chemical from it into their partner, which causes most species to become greatly aroused, abnormally sensitive to pleasure, mentally impaired, and unable to achieve climax or other forms of orgasm."

"That's what... yes. Go on."

"After the Hutt has achieved sufficient pumping pressure and satisfaction, they will shoot two to four already fertilized eggs out of their ovipositor into their partner, which will squirm into the womb. There they will attach themselves to the uterus wall with small threads, and begin to siphon nutrients and genetic material from their host. This genetic material is not used to form half of the genetic blueprint, as in most species, but instead as a sort of random key with which to proceedurally generate a Hutt from existing combination possibilities. Within several months, the eggs induce contractions in the host and hatch, and the infant huttlings-"

"Oh no," Leia said, face deathly pale. "Are you saying he may have made me pregnant?!?"

"No," Lyn told her clinically. "I'm saying he definitely did. Usually one in three of the eggs fails to hatch. The rest do."

Suddenly dizzy, Leia felt her legs nearly give way. Trischa ran to catch her, and walked her unsteadily over to a bench. Shaking, Leia nodded her thanks. "I think I may throw up," she muttered, her mind struggling to accept what she had just been told. She pictured herself birthing Huttlings. Of having to explain her 'children'. Of having to nurse and care for the repulsive things.

"There's still a way out," Trischa told her quickly, hands gripping her shoulder. "We have to act fast, but there's a way to stop it. We've used it on girls he's had before, and they've had no young." She looked down. "We've... we've both had to use it ourselves," she said softly.

Leia looked at her in sympathy and hope. "Tell me. Please. Is it a drug?"

"No. Even if such a drug exists, which I have no idea if it does, we have no way of obtaining it. It's much simpler than that. One of the older dancers, who used to be a doctor before she was enslaved, figured it out."

"It was the chemical pre-cum that gave her the idea," Lyn said. "Most of the effects made sense. They keep the receptor passive and cooperative. But why keep them from achieving orgasm? She thought about it for a long time, and finally hit on the answer. The connections to the uterine wall the eggs make at the beginning are weak. Like strands of tissue paper. And the eggs need those to anchor themselves long enough for the nutrient connections to form. There's like an eight hour window after they're injected, where if they don't form that nutrient flow by the end of it they just die."

"I don't understand," Leia said, worried and confused.

Trischa looked at her. "Leia, what happens when you orgasm?"

"I gush. I shake and cry out. My womanhood tightens and..."

"...and your entire reproductive system and anus, from your vagina to your cervix to your uterus, clenches, spasms, and rhythmically contracts," Lyn said clinically.

Understanding dawned. "Which tears the feeble threads holding the eggs to the wall, and ruins the attempts to start a nutrient flow," Leia breathed. "That's why I couldn't come. It would have interfered with him impregnating me."

Lyn nodded. "Exactly."

"So... you said I had eight hours..."

"No," Lyn said firmly. "I said there was an eight hour window where if they don't establish a solid nutrient connection by the end of it, they die. That'll happen in far less than eight hours, though. You need to act NOW, right away, before the anchor strands get thick and numerous enough that your contractions can't tear them."

Leia swallowed. "I... I'm not sure I can. I tried, back in the mating chamber. The stuff's mostly worn off, but given how I feel right now, I'm not sure I can-"

Trischa nodded. "I felt the same way. Don't worry, love. We'll help. Just lie down on the bench."

Hesitating, Leia looked at the two. Then she nodded quickly and laid her body down on the hard metal bench. "I'm still soaked from the shower," she said nervously.

"That's okay. Just relax," Trischa replied, smiling at her and moving down to where her legs dangled off the edge. "Lyn, can you help up top?"

"No problem," Lyn said cheerfully, going to stand by Leia's head.

In a nervous daze, Leia watched as the ex-priestess knelt between her slightly-parted legs and gently but firmly pushed her thighs open. "I'm... I'm still a bit sensitive," she stammered.

"That'll make this easier, love. I'll be gentle." Trischa patted her on the thigh, and then lowered her face to Leia's waiting vulva. Her tongue flicked out to taste the Princess's clit, and Leia sucked in her breath and shuddered. Deftly, Trischa licked the red nub again, then a third time. Her lips closed around it, and Leia closed her eyes and bit her lip.

Lyn leaned over and took hold of Leia's quivering breasts, hands squeezing the soft mounds. "You've got rings through your nipples now! You didn't have those before. Do they hurt?"

"No," Leia managed. "They just make them more sensitive."

"They do, huh?" Grinning, Lyn twisted one slightly, giggling as Leia gasped and grabbed the bench tightly. "Looks like they do." Her fingers moved up the twin hills of flesh to tease the impaled brown nubs atop them. "Mmmm, nice and hard. Do you like that?"

She did. Leia just blushed, fear warring with desire warring with embarrassed awkwardness. Then Trischa's tongue did something incredible to her clitoris, and she moaned out loud in pleasure.

Lyn giggled. "That's right. Let us do all the work for you." Her hands kneaded and massaged Leia's bosom, fingers playing with rings and rock-hard nipples alike. "You deserve a rest."

"T-this... isn't... a r-rest," Leia gasped. Then she threw back her head and gave a long groan.

"How are we doing, Trischa?" Lyn asked.

"Getting there. She's sopping wet and certainly primed," Trischa replied, raising her head from Leia's clit. "I'm going to try something else."

Leia raised her head very slightly, her face flushing a little as she saw Trischa bend back to her oral attentions. Watching another woman be intimate with her in such a way was a strange sensation, and she wasn't sure how she felt about it emotionally. Physically, it was wonderful. While she stared, the ex-priestess took one of her long blue-green headtails and brought the tip just under her chin, right up against the engorged petals of Leia's vulva. As the princess watched, she slowly but forcefully inserted it into Leia's dripping pussy.

"Oh... oh...!" Leia threw her head back, as the lapping of Trischa's tongue mixed with the sensation of a thick piece of meat sliding down her tight hole. The ex-priestess, her own face flushed, started to move the tail in and out, and Leia cried out with increasing pleasure. The headtails of a Twi'lek were an erogenous zone, she remembered in a daze. So this must be sexually pleasing for Trischa as well. The thought made her flush, and somehow only deepened the rapidly increasing arousal she was feeling.

She writhed on the bench as Trischa pleasured her with tail and tongue and Lyn played her heaving breasts like a piano. Her wet body was flushed a bright red, her mouth slightly open and emitting soft sounds. Her back arched, her hands tightened on the bench until her fingers turned white, and her feet quivered spasmodically. The tide of her gratification swept over her, and she felt herself approaching a peak.

Then, like a long-building avalanche, Leia had a slow and volcanic orgasm. She screamed a loud, blissful cry of release as her body shook and trembled, and her nectar frothed around Trischa's penetrating headtail. Deep inside of her, she felt a prickling pain as something tore, then another. She rode the orgasm as far as she could, then went limp on the bench, making happy noises.

Trischa lifted her head. "Very good," she said throatily, sliding her headtail out of Leia's moist slit. "Are you one of those lucky women who can have more than one climax, love?"

"Y-yes," Leia murmured. "I am."

"Even better. Lyn, why don't we switch places?"

"Yes!" Lyn said happily. She skipped down to the end of the bench while Trischa moved up to kneel by Leia's head. The former scholar parted the Princess's thighs and ran her hands over her outer lips with anticipation. "I love that little strip of fur," she told Leia, her smile wicked. "I wish I had one."

"Oh." Leia wasn't sure what to say to that. "Uh... I like your..."

Lyn bent and slid her tongue fully inside Leia's vagina, sliding it along the upper wall and making Leia give a short, surprised cry of pleasure. The chalk-white Twi'lek lifted her head, grinning. "You like my tongue inside your womanhood?" she purred.

Leia blushed. "Yes," she admitted, feeling a strange thrill mixing with deep embarrassment.

"Let's get back to work, then," Lyn told her, and bent her head again.

Soon Leia was gripping the bench, gasping and breathing heavily as Lyn ate her out, her twin headtails wrapped around the Princess's thighs.

Trischa leaned over her, smiling. "We'll get you through this," she said gently. "Just let us make you feel good." Her hands slid over Leia's breasts. "Forget everything but the moment."

"O-okay," Leia replied. "Thank you."

"My pleasure, love," Trischa said, gazing deeply into Leia's eyes. Then she leaned forwards and kissed her on the lips, her hands stroking the sides of Leia's head.

Instinctively Leia returned the kiss, hesitantly at first, then with greater and greater enthusiasm. Her hands reached up to stroke Trischa's shoulders, and their tongues met, sliding together. Part of her started to wonder what she was doing, but then Lyn slid two fingers into her and moved her tongue up to tease her clit, and all reason was swept away by desire. She and the defiled priestess explored each other's upper bodies as their lips meshed, her back arching.

Their shared kiss almost broke as Lyn, down below, pushed the tip of a headtail against her anus. Now stimulating both holes, Lyn giggled and sucked on Leia's engorged button, making her choke a scream of delight into Trischa's waiting lips. The kiss grew frantic, more intense, as they stroked each other with increasing passion and Leia's body neared release.

When her orgasm blossomed, it was sharp and choppy, and had her whole body shake like a rag doll. Nothing escaped her intertwined lips except short, blissful moans. Once again she felt something tear, and then simply the ecstacy of relief.

Afterwards, she lay back in a warm afterglow. Trischa gently broke their kiss and smiled at her. "Was it good, love?"

"Very good," Leia whispered. "Thank you."

Stroking her hair, Trischa stood. "Come on, Lyn, help me move her to the tub."

"All right." Grinning, the former scholar rose and helped Trischa ease Leia up.

Supporting her, they walked her across the room to the far end, where the sunken spa of hot water waited. With a contented sigh, Leia lowered herself down into the warm water, perching on a sunken tile ledge. The two Twi'leks stripped off and quickly joined her, one on each side.

"Well, that was different," Leia murmured wryly, her muscles relaxing in the heat.

"Have you never been with a woman before?" Trischa asked her, voice curious.

Leia smiled. "Sort of. I gave oral sex to my boss once, to get something I wanted. She got off, but it was just sort of uncomfortable for me."

That was mostly true. Her offer had shocked the hell out of Mon Mothma. It had shocked Leia, and she was the one who had taken the initiative. Everyone in the upper echelons of the Alliance knew about Mon Mothma's taste for young, attractive pussy, and Leia had really wanted that assignment. So she'd eaten the other woman out without any sexual gratification for herself, which was exactly how she had wanted it. It had been awkward and rather embarrassing, but secretly sort of exciting in a forbidden, erotic sort of way. From time to time afterwards Mon Mothma would catch her eye in meetings and give her a certain smile, and Leia would get a little thrill from knowing that the Rebel Alliance's leader had just publically reminded her of the time Leia had gone down on her.

Leia looked at both of them, "I've never had a woman please me, though. Much less two women."

"Fucksisters!" Lyn cheered.

Leia laughed. "Fucksisters it is," she replied, giving in to the absurdity of it all. "Between this and the Gram, I suppose the name fits."

Trischa kissed her cheek. "I hope we succeeded in making your new experience a pleasant one."

"You both did a wonderful job," Leia said, blushing. "I really... it was good. Women aren't really my thing, I think, but it was an interesting experience and certainly an enjoyable one." Her face darkened a bit. "Or it would have been if it hadn't been for the reason we did it. Do you think it worked?"

"Probably," Lyn replied. "Did you feel any pain in your uterus?"

"Yes. Some prickling pain. Not bad, but noticable. Like something ripping."

"Good. Just the first time, or both times?"

"Both times."

"Hmm." Lyn leaned in a bit. "Those rings really do fascinate me, Leia. Did the droid put them in, or did you have the piercings already and just weren't using them?"

"The droid." Leia reached up to give one a flick with one finger, making it sway. "I was upset at first, but they're really growing on me. The sensitivity is really nice, and I... I sort of like the way they look. Daring. What especially appeals to me is that no-one will know they're there until I take my top off. So I can wear them in respectable company."

"Respectable company. I remember that," Lyn Me said. Leaning further in, she placed a hand on Leia's belly and started tracing it downwards. "Definitely not us."

Leia felt her heartrate quicken a little. "Lyn... what are you doing?"

"Just making absolutely sure."

The ex-scholar's fingers moved over Leia's diamond-shaped tuft of brown hair and then cupped her mound. Her fingers reached Leia's snatch, and the Princess made a stifled moan as fingers caressed her petals.

Lyn grinned, "Third time's a charm." Her other hand reached up to toy with one dangling ring on Leia's breast.

"I... if... if you're sure..." Leia trailed off into a groan, leaning back as Lyn played with her.

"I am. Why don't you give Trischa some attention? She did most of the heavy lifting before.

Awkwardly, Leia turned to look at Trischa, who blushed a little. Gingerly, she reached out with both hands to touch the ex-priestess' large, blue-green breasts, squeezing them slightly. She was rewarded by a low sound from the dancer, and almost let go. Instead she moved her fingers up to the dark blue nipples, stroking. As Leia's own pleasure grew under Lyn's skilled hands, Trischa moved in closer, turning to face Leia from the front, straddling one leg. Under the warm waters her own slit, swollen with excitement, began to rub against Leia's thigh.

Remembering something she had done for Fortuna, Leia reached up to take one of Trischa's headtails and guided it to her mouth. She took it in between her lips, and her tongue began to play along the tip. Trischa gave a trembling sigh and rocked back and forth on Leia's leg, her hands fluttering uncertainly. "Oh Leia... Sea and Tide, oh that's good.... Leia...." The yearning and desire in her voice almost shocked Leia with its rawness, and heightened her own arousal even as it raised doubts in her mind.

Lyn's fingers were probing forcefully now, and the ex-scholar bent her head to lick Leia's collarbone and cleavage. Leia sank down lower in the water, the warm water tickling the bottom of her breasts, her breath rasped heavily around the tail she was fellating. She lowered her hands to where Trischa's cleft met Leia's thigh, and explored. Soon enough she found what she was looking for, and the defiled priestess gave a low, eager cry as fingers teased the folds and hood of her vulva. The ripples of the water against the tile mixed with the sounds of lovemaking as the three moved together.

As Leia felt her climax near, she doubled her own efforts, hoping to not leave Trischa unsatisfied.

The ex-priestess moaned. "Oh Leia..."

She fell forwards atop the Princess, her mouth seeking Leia's, finding it, mashing passionately against her her lips. Their kiss was intense and physical, breasts pressing and sliding against each other, legs twined, Leia's fingers inside Trischa's flooded hole under the warm water.

It was simply too much; with a choking noise, Leia trembled and exploded, her third orgasm from her newly acknowledged fucksisters. Two heartbeats into it, Trischa's head and back arched sharply and she erupted into her own climax. The two women sank into the water, their mouths devouring each other, their wet bodies shuddering as they achieved sexual release together.

Lyn quietly pulled away and smirked a little, watching as their climaxes ran their course and they surfaced, sputtering, and slowly pulled apart.

"First things first," she said to a dazed Leia. "Any more uterine pain?"

"W-what? No," Leia replied. "Not this time."

"Good. Then we probably got them all the first two times. It was best to be sure, though. You should try and get yourself off a few more times tonight, just in case they start trying to reconnect." Lyn grinned. "I don't think Trischa minded, at least."

The ex-priestess blushed. "I... um, I really should probably go. Fortuna will be angry if I'm not there soon." She gave a hestiant smile to Leia. "I'll see you later, love." Then she hurriedly stepped from the pool, dressed, and left the showers.

Lyn watched her go, and whistled. "Wow. Trischa's fallen in love."

Biting her lip, Leia squirmed on her seat. "Look, Lyn... recent evidence aside, I'm not really into women."

"I know. It's not hard to tell. You're a cock aficionado like myself." Lyn Me looked amused at her expression. "Just be kind to Trischa. She's had it a lot rougher than me."

"With losing her status as a priestess, you mean?"

"That too, but..." Lyn seemed to get serious for a change. "Look, we all have our coping mechanisms, like she said earlier. I don't think hers works that well. And she made a dumb decision choosing Fortuna as her protector, and now she's stuck with it. Most of all, though, Jabba really likes her."

"Isn't that a good thi-" Leia trailed off as Lyn's meaning sank in. "Oh. Oh, I see. How... how many times?"

"I've stopped counting. Over fifty at least." Lyn shook her head. "The first four times were before the girls figured out the orgasm thing. She delivered four different litters of Huttlings. None of them lived past a week. They generally don't. Hutts have a high breeding cycle but appalling infant mortality."

Leia shuddered, deeply appalled. "That poor woman. I can't even imagine."

Lyn nodded. "She cried for each one that died. Childbirth on Ryloth has a lot of religious baggage attached to it; it's considered the most holy act a person can perform, the bringing forth of new souls, new life. Trischa was a priestess. To have such a sacred thing to her perverted like this, and then to have the children die, over and over..." She shook her head, looking angry for the first time Leia had met her.

"Oh, Trischa," Leia murmured, her hands tightening. The thought of what had been done to the woman who'd gone out of her way to help her, a woman who she liked, was painful.

"I know you can't be what she wishes you could be to her. Just be kind and give her what you can, when you can." Lyn's serious face vanished, and she grinned wickedly. "Boy, did you just give it to her."

Leia blushed. "I... yes. Like I said, I'm not really into women, but I have to admit that I can't categorize you and her as just friends, either. Not... not after that kiss." She colored further. "I'm not making much sense."

"Fucksisters," Lyn said firmly. "Says it all."

Laughing, Leia nodded. "You're right. We'll leave it at that." She leaned over and gave Lyn a peck on the cheek. "Thank you for doing all of the work with none of the gratification, Lyn."

"Any time." The ex-scholar grinned. "If you really want to pay me back, come find a dark corner with me sometime and listen to me lecture on 4th Interregnum labor movements in Ryloth's 17th quadrant."

"Is that innuendo?" Leia asked, smirking a little.

"No." Lyn Me's tone was wistful. "I like to sing, I like to dance, I like to fuck, but I would kill, literally kill to have an actual stimulating discussion in my field of study again. Or even lecture to someone who gave a shit. That's what I was born to do, not..." She shrugged, then smiled. "But if I can't, at least now I'm getting laid regularly."

"There is that," Leia replied with notably less enthusiasm. She stood, water dripping from her nude body, and stepped out of the tub. "I had better see if my escort is here before they send someone in after me. See you, Lyn."

"Later, Leia. Still love the hair and the rings!"

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Leia dressed and made her way out of the showers. To her relief, she found Tukk waiting outside the doorway for her. He looked over at her and snuffled, a concerned look on his face.

"I'm fine," she assured him. "Ready to go?"

He nodded, took her leash, and led her down into the underpalace. As they trudged through the dark, forbidding corridors, Leia reflected on the extreme binary nature of the beings inhabiting Jabba's palace: she generally was either very pleased to see them, or deeply unhappy. Despite that, many of them were much more than they first appeared, for good or for ill.

They were heading to the Gamorrean canteen, she realized, which was good. She was hungry.

Reaching the door, they entered, walked down the aisle, and stood at the counter together as Tukk ordered their food from the serving droid. He paid a little extra for one of the honey tarts he knew she liked, and they look their trays over to the table and sat down. He looked at her expectantly.

Leia started eating, then looked up after several ravenous bites to find him still waiting for something. "Where was I?"

He nodded.

She grimaced. "Jabba wanted some private entertainment." She couldn't hide the loathing in her voice.

Tukk nodded, then reached out, squeezed her hand, and looked away. His expression was... it was hard to read Gamorrean faces sometimes, but she sensed he was troubled and deeply unsure, which was out of character for him. Not for the first time, Leia wondered why he was working for Jabba. He seemed like a decent person at the core. How could he serve that evil pile of filth?

But then, so had Han, she remembered with a start. That was the whole reason she was here. She knew Han was a good man, but he had been just as much Jabba's servant as Tukk was, if more remote in his servitude. One of the things about Han, though, and one of the reasons it had taken time for her to grow to love him, was that his basic goodness had started unformed and rudderless, with few deep convictions or bedrock values. When he was moved to act, he did it because his gut told him to, often reversing a decision he had made earlier. The longer he had served with the Rebellion... with her... the more she saw him coming to understand that some things were more important than yourself and what was directly in front of your face. That you couldn't just shrug and tell yourself that it wasn't your problem. That it was important to know what you believed and then act on it.

Leia had never had any trouble with any of that, which was why she'd had such a hard time understanding people like Han. Gradually she had.

They finished their dinner, and then wandered over to the card and dice game. The other players welcomed them both, and Leia settled down for an evening of gambling, glad of the distraction.

She did well, although again she intentionally let herself lose a few hands to keep the others happy. It was probably unneccessary, though. At one point, however, she looked up to see Gromo approaching the table and tensed. Tukk glanced up as well, although she sensed more curiousity from him than wariness.

Without looking at her, Gromo handed Tukk a sheet of paper or vellum. Tukk curiously took it and examined it, then glanced up at the other guard. Gromo shrugged and snorted something. Tukk hesitated a second, then nodded. Seeming relieved, Gromo nodded back, then walked away.

Turning to her, Tukk showed Leia the sheet. It was a color drawing of a lake in what she thought was the highland region of Gamor, and standing beside it in a strange ceremonial-looking costume was Leia herself, an enigmatic smile on her face. Her eyes widened a bit in surprise; it was skillfully done, and the technique seemed familiar.

"Did Gromo do this?" she asked.

Tukk nodded.

"Did he do the painting in our room, too?"

Again a nod.

"Is this a peace offering to you?"

A third nod.

She turned back to her cards, a bit amazed that a lecherous lowlife like Gromo could be such a deft artist. Tukk carefully folded the paper and put it in his tunic, clearly pleased.

There was a good-sized pile of chips in front of her by the time the klaxon by the door sounded. Leaving Tukk to cash out for her, she used the facilities and then returned to the table and handed the end of her leash to the big guard. Taking it, he walked her to the door, where Gugg, Gromo, and a third Gamorrean she hadn't met were waiting. The name on his metal badge said 'Hegg'. In a group, they headed out of the canteen and walked the halls to their quarters.

It was quiet as they walked along, with less traffic than she was used to seeing in the halls. Likely everyone was ready resting up for the big day tomorrow, or busy making preparations. She shivered a bit in the cool evening air as they wound deeper underground, into the subterranian warren where she now dwelled.

As she was expecting, Hegg entered their quarters with them and began stowing his things in what had been Magg's locker. No shortage of Gamorreans, Leia supposed. The four guards stripped off and hung their gear, and proceeded to their beds. She followed suit, undressing and sliding naked onto the bed beside Tukk.

The warning countdown sounded, and the lights dimmed to almost nothing. Her thermal smart lenses activated, letting her see as if it were well-lit; she had expected as much, but it was good to confirm that they weren't faulty or defective somehow. Leia reclined on her side facing Tukk and turned her thoughts to the coming night.

She now knew that if she wanted to just go to sleep, she could. Maybe that would be the wisest. She was under no moral obligation to make him happy... if anything, quite the opposite... and today had been long and extremely trying. She needed rest to face tomorrow, and in all likelihood any value he had to her would end tomorrow morning. She might even be required to kill him. Or vice versa.

On the other hand, she had been instructed to get off at least once more tonight. Well, she could do that by herself, most likely. But more than that... after tomorrow she would hopefully be on her way far away from here, with Han beside her. It seemed equally likely that she would be dead, slain with her friends as Luke's mysterious plan failed to work correctly. But it was also possible that the plan would fail, the others would die, and she would survive, subdued physically or never even getting a chance to strike. In that case, she would probably be back here tomorrow night, and this would be her life from now on... for the rest of her days, which would come to an end the first chance she saw of having a good shot at killing Jabba in a suicide run. She had to realistically face that possibility and plan for it.

Leia knew in that event she would be taking Tukk as her lover. It would be a relationship of necessity, but also one of her choosing, at least as much as was possible. The thought of it neither frightened nor repelled her. If anything, the idea was... consoling.

I do want to know what that bleak, unborn future looks like, she admitted to herself. This is my decision, this time. I may die tomorrow. Do I want to put this off until I have no choice, or do I want to make it my own?

Coming to a decision, she reached up and lightly touched the tattoo around his left breast. He turned his big head to face her, and she smiled at him.

"Hey," she said softly. "Would you like to make love?"

He grunted a question, sounding almost reluctant.

Leia shook her head and wriggled a little closer to him. "I know I don't have to. I'm asking because I want to. If you want." She looked towards his groin, and smiled wider. "Something says that you do."

A squealing noise that was probably laughter, and then another snuffled question, with a hand moving between her chest and his. Leia picked up on what he was asking, and she hesitated on how to answer. She wanted to be honest with him about this, but there was a hard limit on how honest she could safely be.

"I don't know how long I'll be here," she finally said. "The first chance I have to leave Jabba's clutches, I'm gone. But until that happens, I would like to have a physical relationship with you. I'm not your property and I'm not in love with you. But I like you and I'm willing to give you my body. In exchange for yours, of course. Are you okay with that?"

Tukk seemed to think about that for a few long seconds, and then nodded.

She smiled at him, touched his big cheek. "Roll to face me," she told him, and then she turned, lying on her side with her back against him.

He complied, and she squirmed back against his chest. His erection was now trapped between his abdomen and her bottom, and she reached behind to take hold of it. As her fingers closed round the shaft, he embraced her with his thick arms, his hands cupping her breasts. Heart beating faster in anticipation, Leia took his cock and guided it between her thighs, to rest the bumpy green head between her petals. Taking the very tip, she began to swirl it against her clit, closing her eyes at the feeling. Tukk began to play with her nipple rings, a sort of tugging and twisting that she had become familiar with over the last day and had definitely learned to appriciate. She leaned into his body, enjoying the feeling of being held, and then slowly moved his cockhead down from her clit to her moist hole.

Catching her breath slightly, she positioned it, and then glanced back. "Go ahead, Tukk. I want you to put it in."

The big Gamorrean shifted hs hand down to her naked hip, and held her in place in a firm grip. Then he slowly, forcefully slid his penis into her wet cunt. As she clenched around the entering shaft, Leia gave an eager gasp and moved her hand down to her clit. As Tukk began to slowly rhythmically thrust, she held her fingers below her clit to felt his green cock moving in and out. Her fingers moved back up to play with her clit, her mouth slightly open as she began to breath heavily.

His large hands moved up to her breasts, and she pressed back against him, enjoying the feel of his muscled chest on her smooth bare back. Again the gold hoops were played with; he really did like them, she thought with amusement. He bent forward, head going over her shoulder to lick her neck, and she sighed and reached up with her free hand to stroke his cheek and thick lips and a tusk. Her other hand kept teasing her button, the surges from it matching the less regular thrusts in her vagina as the thick Gamorrean cock took her.

She shifted a little, trying to angle her body so that he hit the most stimulating spots every time he went deep into her. He slowed his rhythm, and she made a displeased sound. "Keep going," she urged. "Don't stop now. I'm not done with you yet, you big bastard."

Obligingly he sped up again, and she moaned in gratification. Now the pointy tip of his thick, bumpy penis was jabbing directly into the best spot in her tight tunnel as it slid through the slick, squeezing hole to the base of her cervix.

"Yes. Keep doing that. Keep--" Her voice dissolved into a delighted, incoherent mumble as one of her hands covered his that pawed her breast, and she worked her clit with the other.

Tukk, still licking and kissing her neck and shoulders, moved one hand from her breast to snake around between their lower bodies. Leia jerked in surprise as she felt one thick fingertip begin to play with her puckered asshole. It pushed very slightly, just enough to put pressure on her anus, and she made a noise that was half groan, half laugh. "Oh, Tukk, that's dirty. You pervert." She pushed back against him slightly.

The big Gamorrean made an amused noise and continued to service her with cock and fingertip.

Her first climax came unexpectedly fast, and she shuddered and gave soft cries as it racked her. Afterwards she felt drained, but decided to let him finish. There had been no ripping sensation in her, which was reassuring.

Soon enough Tukk reached his own conclusion, his arms nearly crushing her as his hips stiffened and his green cock throbbed, pouring spurt after spurt of his seed deep into her secret places.

Leia waited until he was done, then eased him out of her and turned to face him. She nestled against his chest, pushing her breasts against him. His softening, sticky cock was nestled between her thighs and the green, pointed tip was pressed against her diamond-shaped tuft of brown fur.

"That was good," she told him. "Do you regret your choice?"

He shook his head.

"Neither do I," she told him, then gave him a hesitant smile. "I guess we're a couple, then. For as long as it lasts." She prayed that the answer to that was 'until tomorrow', but if it wasn't... then this was the beginning of all she would ever have. And it was a good start.

He ran a hand along her bare bottom, and she leaned her head against the crook of his arm.

"I'm going to sleep now," she said. "Can I wake you up if I need anything?"

Tukk looked amused and nodded.

Leia closed her eyes. "Good night, Tukk."

Sleep stole upon her, and she departed with it.

Continued in Chapter 6

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