All Part of the Plan - Chapter 6 - The Final Day

Chapter 6: The Final Day

Leia woke Tukk once more that night. They made love silently but with a desperate intensity on Leia's part, one born not just from the fear of Huttlings, but from the knowledge that her odds of seeing another sunset were not ones a wise gambler would take. She gave herself to the big Gamorrean wholeheartedly, her gasps and cries of passion hanging in the still air of their chamber, and afterwards, sated, she fell back into fitful dreams.

She awoke feeling like she had crossed an important personal milestone. Now she knew what it was like to share a night with a lover; an actual lover, not sexual slavery. It was not how she would have planned things and not who she would have picked, but she found that she was pleased with her first step into this new world, and was glad she had taken it.

Smiling at her sleeping bedmate, she stood and fumbled around for her clothes.

The good feelings she had on waking vanished as she felt the eyes of the other three Gamorreans on her, running over her naked body, imagining what they wanted to do with her. Except Gromo and Gugg didn't need to imagine, because they'd done it, multiple times. Gromo snorted out a comment to Hegg, pointing at her and making gestures that left no doubt in Leia's mind that he was regaling the new guard with the details of how he'd fucked her until she had an orgasm. Flushing angrily, she looked away and dressed as quickly as possible.

The guards dressed as well, and with Tukk holding her leash they made a quick trip to the canteen, eating with unusual speed. Then, breakfast done, they wandered out of the upper parts of the palace.

Rather than going to the audience hall, they emerged into an assembly area just off the cavernous sail barge bay. A senior Gamorrean met them, and all four guards gave a salute of sorts. Snorting out a string of crisp instructions, the burly chief gestured for Gugg and Tukk to board the barge. Gromo and Hegg were dismissively waved off, and left the bay, looking a little disappointed.

He only wants the best of his men on the sail barge for this, Leia surmised. That's definitely Tukk. Gugg? She eyed the heavy guard's back appraisingly. Gugg wasn't pure muscle like Tukk; he had a definite helping of flab and paunch. But he was also bigger and heavier than Tukk, and she didn't think he was significantly weaker in terms of raw physical strength. It was difficult to gauge his combat ability without actually seeing him fight, but she sensed that Tukk respected him as a potential opponent in a way that he absolutely hadn't for Gromo and Magg. And Gugg had... an intimidating self-confidence to him that the other guards had lacked.

Taking her leash, the senior Gamorrian started to lead her off. She gave Tukk a last glance, and he returned it unhappily. Then he trudged off to board with the other guards.

The chief led her over to a seedy-looking Togruta woman with a cybernetic forearm, eye, and leg who was directing the loading of crates of food and drink.

He snuffled out something.

The woman looked at him irritably. "Another fucking harem whore? All right, all right. Leave her with me and I'll get her stowed."

Grunting, the Gamorrean passed her Leia's leash and ambled off.

The Togruta looked at her with an unfriendly gaze. "Sit down, shut up, and keep out of my way."

Nodding quickly, Leia did, perching on a crate and watching as the other woman returned to directing loading and service droids. The hangar bay was a hive of activity, with people hurrying everywhere, and the woman's exasperation grew as more and more beings got in the way of her operation. For Leia's part, it was just an unpleasant combination of tense and dull.

She sat up in watchful anger, boredom forgotten, as she saw Boba Fett saunter up. "Hey Tano," he called to the Togruta. "Is she going along for the ride?" 

"Yes," Tano snapped back. "Why?"

"Because the bitch is more dangerous than she looks. You'd better manacle her. I've got good instincts, and my instincts are telling me that this trip isn't going to go as smoothly as Jabba thinks. My services are likely to be required." Fett sounded sardonically amused. "Cuff her hands behind her back. Maybe a gag too."

Tano started to retort, then looked at Leia for a second, an unusually penetrating gaze that made Leia feel uncomfortably obvious. Then she shrugged. "Can't hurt. Thanks for the warning."

"My pleasure." Nodding, Fett strolled off.

With a put upon sigh, Tano called a droid armorer over. "BD-5M, weld some manacles on her, hands behind her back. Gag her too."

"There's really no need for that," Leia protested, her heart sinking. This was a disaster. With her hands bound, she would be limited to kicks and body slams for attacks, and her ability to do nearly anything else would be minimal at best. It would render her a helpless bystander, unable to do anything, possibly unable to even escape should Luke's scheme go the way he'd envisioned. "I won't cause any trouble. I'm just a dancer."

"You're just a prostitute," Tano corrected nastily. "I've never met a human yet who was worth a pile of bantha shit in the end. Shut up and hold still while the droid works."

"But.." 

Leia yelped as the Togruta woman leaned over and struck her across the face, hard.

"Look, bitch," Tano hissed. "I am a hell of a lot more valuable than a cute piece of ass, no matter how far I've fallen. And I am not very patient or very forgiving in my old age. So shut up and obey, or I will fucking sodomize you with this hydrospanner in front of the entire hangar. Understand?"

Gritting her teeth, Leia nodded.

The droid moved behind her and began assembling a pair of shackles.

"Hey, Tano. You're making a big mistake."

Swearing, the Togruta woman turned. "What are you babbling about, Ree-Yees?"

The Gram approached, misshapen hands held up placatingly. "That woman. She's Jabba's current favorite pet. He's going to have her chained to him, the whole ride. I've been on these excursions before. Several times. Jabba likes to have them feed him tidbits. It gets hot, so he has them rub cool oils and lotions into his skin. He banters with them. She can't do any of that if she's gagged and has manacles welded onto her wrists, and it's going to piss him off. He didn't give any orders for it to be done. Who do you think is going to get the blame for it?"

Tano paled a little. "Do you think?"

"Whose idea was it? Fett? Don't you and he have some history? Not very friendly history?"

"Yeah," Tano said slowly. "Fuck. That bastard was trying to set me up, wasn't he? Thanks, Ree-Yees. I owe you one." She turned to the droid. "Forget it, BD-5M. Back to your post."

With an exasperated series of beeps, the droid reluctantly abandoned the manacles and rolled off.

Ree-Yees gave a cheerful nod to Tano, and then walked on. As he passed Leia, he stopped and subtly leaned in towards her. "I know you faked it," he whispered quietly. "Sorry. I had no choice. Thank you for my life." Then he walked swiftly on, and vanished in the crowd.

Leia silently watched him go, feeling relief along with a certain sense of justification over having shown him mercy. Not that she forgave him; the Gram had best pray that he never found himself alone with her. But that would be her enacting revenge, not enabling Jabba in one of his vicious little games. Maybe the end result wouldn't make much difference to Ree-Yees, but it was important to her.

The loading went on and on, with Tano becoming progressively more and more frazzled and irritable.

---

Finally, after screaming at the droids for dropping a case of wine, the Togruta spun to face Leia. "Get up. It's time to get you out of my face and onto the ship." The Princess stood up, and then stumbled as Tano grabbed her chain and yanked on it, hard. "Move, bitch!"

"Where?" Leia replied, trying to keep her anger and exasperation out of her voice.

"The cargo elevator, idiot." When Leia gave her a blank stare, the Togruta woman cursed, a murderous fury in her eyes. "Over there!" Her mechanical arm stabbed out, pointing.

"All right." Leia started walking to the cargo elevator, Tano marching behind her.

It was a large towerlike structure in the hangar bay, the top touching the lower middle of the sail barge's hull. Reaching the door, Tano started to tap in a code, then frowned and looked at Leia. Once again the princess had the strange sensation that the Togruta woman was seeing through her, and she had to force herself not to take a step back.

"You're just a piece of ass," Tano said, as if trying to convince herself. "That's it."

"Yes," Leia agreed, wanting to get away from the woman. "Were you interested?"

To her surprise and chagrin, Tano reached out her good arm, slipped her hand under Leia's loincloth, and shoved a finger roughly into her. Leia forced herself not to strike the woman, and instead made a good imitation of a seductive face at her.

"Tell you what," Tano said maliciously. "When you get back, I'll ask for the use of you for a night. I have devices. And attachments." She flexed her mechanical arm. "It'll be fun. For me." She withdrew her hand, rapidly punched in the code, and then propelled Leia into the elevator with a hand on her rump. "Bon voyage." The metal doors slid shut.

Leia breathed a sigh of relief as the lift started to rise. She wasn't sure what Tano's deal had been, but the woman was clearly psychotic in a way that was barely controlled. That sort of person was always dangerous to be around in a way that more pragmatic scum weren't.

The elevator came to a stop, and the door opened to reveal a storage room inside the barge.

Entering, Leia checked the one door out; locked, as she had expected. She then made a quick survey of the boxes, barrels, and crates stacked in heaps throughout the room. There was, sadly, a definite lack of weapons; it was almost all food, drink, and accessories for the serving of such. Several minutes of looking for a steak knife or something similar proved futile. It was probably just as well, she reflected; she might be searched at any moment, and Hutts had a tough, rubbery skin that was fairly resistant to bladed weapons.

After abandoning her search, she sat down on a crate and waited. Time passed, and she began to wonder if she had been forgotten. Growing a little thirsty, she opened a crate of Jabba's best wine, took out a bottle, and took a swig from it. The vintage was a good one, and she took a second, more restrained sip, careful not to drink enough to affect her. She was going to need her wits and reflexes about her.

A thrumming in the metal room told her that the barge's engines had started. After a time, she felt the hovership lurch into motion; they were on their way to the designated place of execution. She put the bottle down and waited; it was unlikely to be long before someone came for her.

---

It wasn't. The door slid open, and Leia saw to her displeasure that it was Gugg. He motioned for her to follow, and she walked towards him. They left the room, and she found herself in a narrow corridor along the side of the ship, the only exits being the door to the storage room they just came from, and a door at the far end. There were panels in the right side, propped partly open, through which sunlight streamed.

Gugg motioned for her to halt, and walked down to the end of the corridor. While he did, Leia turned to the panels and peered out through them. She could see the sandy, barren landscape of the area around Jabba's palace passing, and a short distance from the barge a small hover skiff, keeping pace with them. And on it...

Yes. She could make out Chewbacca, Han, and Luke. Leia thought one of the other figures might be Lando, although the helmet made it impossible for her to be sure. That would mean that she was alone on this barge, and would have to rely on herself to escape.

As if sensing her gaze, Luke turned to look at the barge. She knew he couldn't see her looking out, but she felt a certain connection. Perhaps it was his Jedi abilities?

She was so focused on watching Luke, that she didn't sense Gugg return from the door at the end, moving with deceptive silence for so big and bulky a creature. No sooner had she become aware of his presence behind her than his hands were on her back, pushing her forcefully up against the panels. As she yelped and tried to turn around, he grabbed the part of her collar that met the chain, holding her in place facing the partially-open shutters. His other hand moved down, and she felt ice in her stomach as she heard him unbuckle his belt.

"If you touch me, I'll tell Tukk," she threatened with all the menace she could muster.

Gugg laughed, and Leia's heart sank.

It was clear from the sound that he wasn't afraid of Tukk, at least not enough to stop him from doing what he felt like doing. Again she considered fighting back; they were alone in the hallway, she suspected he had locked the door, and if she won she could take his weapons. She ran the odds of her defeating Gugg while unarmed, in a narrow hall, and with him starting with a grip on her neck. They were so ridiculously poor she immediately dismissed the idea. This was going to happen; she just needed to survive it in a condition to make her move when Luke and the others did.

"All right," she said, resignation in her voice. "I'll cooperate."

With a satisfied grunt, Gugg moved both hands to her hips, first unbuckling her loincloth and letting it tumble to the deck. Then he gripped her waist tightly, and lifted her bodily off the floor. She grabbed for the wall panels, leaning against them for support as her feet left the ground. The big guard stepped a little closer, and then started to lower her down. Transfixed, Leia stared down at what she was heading for: his massive erection. The bumpy cockhead prodded the soft folds of her petals, and she swallowed. Then he pulled her onto him, and her hot sheath swallowed the green shaft.

Leia gave a strangled shriek as the cock that had taken her virginity impaled her once again. Her feet kicked impotently, toes barely touching the deck, as she was held up between the male organ in her pussy and her head and breasts pressed against the shutters. Still holding her hips, Gugg began to thrust away, his breath hot on the back of her neck.

Stifling a cry, Leia stared resolutely out the shutters at the passing scenery, trying hard to think of anything else other than what was happening to her. It was difficult. By chance, the head of Gugg's cock was stabbing up directly into her most sensitive spot with every thrust of his hips, and the sensation was far more physically pleasing than she wanted to admit.

She bit her lip and stared at Han, standing on the skiff next to Luke and the Wookiee. He seemed in good health, at least from here. She tried to think about what they'd do together when they escaped, but all that her mind could manage was to wonder how big his cock was. Probably not as big as the one inside her.

A moan escaped her lips, and Gugg leaned forward to messily lick her neck.

Luke was looking at the barge again, almost right at the spot she was in. Leia flushed in alarm. Surely he couldn't sense this? She pictured Luke being aware of her current position, somehow watching as she bobbed up and down on a thick green Gamorrean penis, her spread, shaved snatch dripping with her own slickness. Sensing the waves of pleasure as the cock that deflowered her, fucked her again for the... was this the third time? The fifth?

As appalling as it was, Leia realized to her shame that the idea of Luke watching, actually turned her on. That idea mingled with the increasing physical stimulation as Gugg pumped away at her moist cunt, and to her horror she realized she was nearing a climax. No, she mentally screamed at herself. Don't you dare. Think of something else. Don't think of being fucked in front of Luke and Han. Luke's still staring at me. He must know. He must know that Gugg's cock... Gugg's cock... Gugg's thick, green cock...

Leia's back arched and she gave a gurgling cry as her unwanted peak exploded. She shuddered and trembled in the throes of forced orgasm, her cheeks crimson, her skin flushed and beaded with fucksweat, her eyes fixed on the skiff. All she could think of was whether or not Luke could sense her orgasm from Gugg's penis plowing the once-virgin soil he had pioneered.

As her shaking slowed, Gugg's pumping hips sped up. She felt her body slammed against the shutters as he took her more forcefully, and soon her labored pants and his deep grunts were so loud she was sure they could hear it on the skiff. With a loud oinking noise, his erupting seed geysered up into her womb. He shot spurt after spurt into her as she gasped and clenched around his spewing shaft.  Then, finally done, he lifted her off his dick and turned her around, setting her on the deck.

He pointed to his softening, cum-smeared cock. She reached down with one hand to cover her vulva and prevent the Gamorrean cum from leaking out and making a mess all over her legs. A few drops of the semen had already fallen and dotted her loincloth on the deck. Still in a post-orgasmic daze, Leia bent over and covered the bumpy green cock wth her mouth and sucked him clean.

Her now-practiced tongue licked the mixture of his semen and her nectar from his organ, and as she worked it began to harden again between her lips. His damn stamina, she thought to herself as it grew. Soon she was almost gagging from the tip poking the back of her throat, and he pushed her shoulders, forcing her to stand up. She licked the last bit of cum from her lips, and wiped her chin with the back of her free hand, the other still clutching her sopping pussy.

Without warning, Gugg spun her around again. She didn't resist; instead, she put both hands on the panels and braced herself, taking a wide stance with her feet. The big guard took her by the hips again, and then Leia gave a short gasp as she felt the bumpy tip of his cock at her swampy cunt again. With his cum still inside, he entered her smoothly and deeply with one thrust.

She grunted with the thrill of exhibition, thinking for certain Luke must know she was there, getting reamed by Gamorrean cock. Her labia gripped around the meatrod violating her again. Leia groaned as she realized that again, without any intention on Gugg's part, the head of his invading member was hitting exactly the right spot. Normally it wouldn't be enough to do much for her, but she was still high in her pleasure cycle from the first orgasm, and she could feel her body starting to flush and tingle.

Her eyes jerked to look out of the open shutters. Luke was still staring at the barge. She could almost feel the touch of his mind on hers, his presence in the Force. Did he know that she just had an orrgasm? That she had just sucked her captor off? That, right now, she was impaled on the thick cock again?

Leia moaned, the sound holding equal amounts of chagrin and arousal. She found herself pushing against the panels, forcing her rump back against Gugg. She began matching his assault with shoves of her own, grinding her pussy against his pole. Stop, she told herself desperately. Fight the pleasure. Don't give him the satisfaction of... of...

"Ahhhhhh!" she gasped, her head flying back. Her body grew hot, and she fought to deny herself satisfaction. She failed.

With a low, shuddering moan, Leia had a second orgasm, her ass wriggling and grinding against Gugg. Her pussy gushed a mixture of his previous seed and her nectar, creating a white froth around her labia and streaking his green cock. Her tunnel clenched around his shaft, and Gugg abruptly climaxed himself, filling her again with his thick seed. Panting, Leia's face went a bright red with shame as she shook, trembled, and gasped through the long unwilling orgasm brought on by taking her Gamorrean keeper's penis up her tight pussy. She was sure Luke could sense it, too. That only added to the intensity of her climax.

Her arms gave way and she fell forward to the panel, mashing her breasts and cheek against the hot metal. Gugg held her naked hips, and finished emptying his balls into her womb. Finally he pulled his dripping cock out of her abused pussy, patted her on the head, and then snorted a long string of gibberish at her.

She knew exactly what he was saying: I can have you any time I feel like it, and we both know it. And you like it.

Flushing, Leia gazed back at him with dull hatred in her eyes. Part of her was convinced he was correct; that from now on he would service her at his whim and she would cooperate fully. The rest of her was adding him to the list of people who weren't going to be alive when the sun went down.

Collecting his oozing cum from her messy, swollen snatch, she wiped her hand on the metal panel in front of her. She reached down and grabbed her loincloth. Most of the fabric was dark, wet with Gamorrean cum and her own nectar. She buckled the loincloth on, and the sticky wet fabric clung to her thighs. She hoped it might dry quickly in the heat. Then, as Gugg jerked at her chain, they walked to the end of the hallway and through the door.

---

Going up some stairs, they emerged into a large room filled with members of Jabba's court.

The band was playing, and she could see Lyn Me and Trischa Secura entertaining the crowd with a pole dance. Gugg took her straight to Jabba's platform, attached her chain to the crimelord's dais, and departed without a backwards glance. Leia looked nervously at the Hutt, but Jabba seemed too busy watching the dancers and occasionally talking with one of his sycophants to pay any notice to her.

His vile little monkey-lizard leered at her and made suggestive gestures, and she colored, remembering that he was one of the now sizable list of creatures who could claim to have had sex with her. Repulsed, she turned away and walked over to the window panels, once again looking out at the skiff.

She stayed there for a time, undisturbed, before realizing that Boba Fett was approaching her. She started to scowl before her colder, more ruthless mind took over. Instead she gave him a winning smile. "Maybe we've gotten off on the wrong foot," she told him.

Fett laughed harshly. "You think?"

"I may have been... overly critical," Leia admitted to him. "I guess I hadn't accepted reality. The fact is, I'm going to be Jabba's slave for life, and I suppose I need to make the best of it." She stepped forwards. "Your offer looks... more attractive now."

"I thought you were Solo's girl?" Fett replied, sounding amused.

"Solo's going to be executed in a few minutes," Leia said, smiling. "Why waste any time finding a replacement?" She moved closer still, and put an arm around the bounty hunter's waist. "I can make your nights very interesting. Assuming you can keep up with me. I can be a hard woman to satisfy."

"Is that a challenge?" Fett asked, sounding confident.

"More of an invitation," Leia told him, running her hand down his back. "Talk to Jabba after this is all over. Then we'll give you a trial run."

"A trial run?"

"If you can't make me cum at least three times in a row, I'm not interested," Leia murmured, her voice holding raw, naked lust. "The Gamorreans can manage that. Can you?"

Fett laughed. "I like you, woman. It's a bargain. I'll speak to you later." With a nod, he wandered off.

Leia smiled, then wandered off to a corner near a sofa-like seat. She glanced down at her closed hand, the hand she had stroked Fett's back with, and carefully opened it. Resting in her palm was a complex piece of metal.

Yes, Leia thought with malicious satisfaction, that was definitely the pin for the safety manifold on the jetpack. Dropping it to the floor, she subtly kicked it under the sofa and then wandered back to the window.

For a time she watched the scenery go by. Then a tug on her chain sent her stumbling back to sprawl against Jabba's bulk. Her disgust showed on her face, making the Hutt chuckle. "In time, you will learn to appreciate me," the crimelord told her, raising a flute of wine to his blubbery lips. His hand groped at her thigh, and she shuddered, the memory of her frantic, agonized rutting with him returning with alarming force.

Despite her recent servicing by Gugg, she found herself suddenly horny and craving relief, her cunt moistening and threatening to drip. Horrified, Leia fought the urges for several minutes until finally they died down. How long would the aftereffects of the chemical he had shot into her persist? Hopefully no more than a few days.

She sat and endured his pawing, watching R2 circulate through the room with drinks and listening to the band. She accepted a glass of Synthehol rum and sipped it, surveying the crowd and the chamber. There were a few overhead lights, she noted, and light from the window panels, which were held open by powered pistons. The controls for all of this were located on top of a generator just off Jabba's dais. Interesting.

---

It was a long ride out into the Dune Sea, and a tense one. Occasionally Jabba would call for her attentions, to feed him or bring him wine, or just to be stroked like a pet cat. Finally, though, the sail barge came to a halt. Leia moved to the windows to watch as the skiff with Han and Luke moved to a tentacle-filled, fanged pit.

C-3P0 began to deliver Jabba's execution spiel to the prisoners. Han shouted back defiance. Leia watched, her heart in her mouth. Whatever Luke had planned, it had to be soon.

But now Luke was being moved to the edge of the plank. He looked at the barge, and called confidently across, "This is your last chance, Jabba. Free us, or die."

The barge roared with laughter. Jabba waved his hand, and the guard behind Luke started to prod him over the edge. The young Jedi leaped, and Leia's heart froze.

Then he spun, caught the edge of the plank, and made an impossible vault up onto the skiff. Seemingly from nowhere, an object dropped into his hand, and ignited into brilliant, lethal green.

A lightsaber! Leia wanted to cheer. He had another lightsaber! And now he and Lando were tearing into the shocked, completely unprepared skiff guards.

Jabba bellowed in incoherent rage and shouted orders. "GET THEM! KILL THEM!"

Pandemonium broke out as people rushed to the windows to watch. Leia stumbled backwards as Jabba yanked her chain violently to him. She could see Boba Fett rushing from the room, heading up to the top deck. Several other guards and bounty hunters followed him. Lyn Me and Trischa exchanged glances, and huddled under a table.

Laser shots broke out from the top deck of the barge. Outside, she could hear the sounds of battle. It didn't sound like Jabba's men were having much luck. As things increasingly seemed to spiral out of control, many of the court rushed from the room, either to go aloft to fight or just to get out of the increasingly enraged Jabba's presence.

Leia simply watched and listened like an experienced predator watching a weakened animal fall behind a herd. And soon enough, she judged that finally, after days of patient waiting and enduring violation and humiliation, the time had come.

With quick, precise movements she suddenly sprang from her seat and yanked the levers on the power console, closing the shutters and switching the room lights off. Then she smashed the console in a shower of sparks. The room was now plunged into darkness, rendering the screaming occupants blind... except for her, thanks to her thermal smart lenses, which gave her vision of the room as if it were day.

She had puzzled over how to execute Jabba several times, given her knowledge that she would be unlikely to get access to a blaster. Leia hadn't known much about Hutt anatomy but she did know how you killed them; she had done more than one impromptu assassination in her time, and had made it a point to learn the best ways to quickly kill most major sentient galactic species. In the case of the Hutts, their windpipes were closer to the surface than was probably wise, and could be vulnerable to constriction if enough force was applied.

Without hesitating, Leia leaped back on the dais, jumped on Jabba's back, and looped her leash around his neck. As the blinded crimelord roared in shock, she clamped her legs around his body and hauled back on the slave chain with all her might.

Jabba bucked and heaved, his eyes bulging, as she rode him and heaved away with all her strength. Her shaved pelvis slid against his bare back under the loincloth, and she felt a frisson of pleasure as her clit rubbed against his slimy skin. But more than that, she felt the release of her built-up feelings as she finally lashed out

The Hutt flailed and gurgled, trying to shake her. She clamped her legs tighter and pulled. Not enough force... she wasn't physically strong enough! Snarling, Leia strained and yanked, her anger and rage flowing through her. Her will bent solely towards killing the filthy slug who had captured Han, enslaved her, and put her through unspeakable degradation. All the fear, all the hatred, all the shame of the past few days poured into one need: strangle Jabba to death.

Suddenly Jabba's gurgles became far more pronounced. His thrashing intensified, and Leia hissed in anticipation as his eyes bulged and his tongue waggled spasmodically from his mouth. Pleasure flowed through her, from her frotting and from the delight of watching him slowly garroted. Die, she thought. Die!

The gangster who had been feared by half the Outer Rim gave one last spasm, and then went still and lifeless.

Feeling a deep, almost sexual satisfaction, Leia hopped off the dead mound of slimy flesh and dashed across the room to a waiting R2-D2. "Come on, we gotta get out of here," she told the little droid as he extended a welder and burnt the hated chain off her. R2 beeped in agreement, but then turned and wheeled back into the room. Probably going to get his counterpart, Leia guessed. She wasn't going to wait for them; R2 could take care of himself.

Instead she dashed down the hall leading to the stairs up. 

She was halfway down the hall when she heard a roar of rage from behind her. Turning, she saw an infuriated Gugg emerge from the room she had left and charge her, obviously in no doubt as to who had killed his boss.

Oh, shit, Leia thought. He was close enough that he'd catch her when she had to slow to ascend the stairs. That left fighting.

As he drew close, Leia lashed out in a high kick, aiming for his weapon hand. The move took him completely by surprise, and the axe went flying from his grip. He attempted to grab her, and she ducked to one side, crouched low, and then delivered an elbow to his balls with the full force of her body behind it. Gugg grunted in pain and bent to grab at his crotch, and Leia surged up with a crescent kick that connected squarely under his jaw.

That strike would have broken the neck of most human opponents. Gugg simply staggered back, gazed at her with mad, enraged, piggy little eyes, and then closed in again. She tried an axe kick to meet him, but he evaded and lashed out with a punch that she only barely managed to twist away from at the last second, leaving her off balance.

He knows I can fight now, she thought coldly. Now he's taking me seriously and he's not going to be caught so easily. I'm in trouble.

Gugg roared and lunged. Leia did the only thing she could do; she met the lunge with her own and attempted to use his mass and momentum to throw him over her. She succeeded, and Gugg went flying into the bulkhead behind her. Unfortunately, he grabbed her even as he did, and they both went tumbling to the ground in a heap.

Rolling quickly over, Leia's hand lashed towards Gugg's face with two fingers extended, directly for his left eye. The big guard managed to turn his head at the last possible second, and her strike only damaged the edge of the eye, half-blinding him instead of being a potentially lethal thrust deep into his skull. Gugg howled in pain and leapt onto her, pinning her to the ground with his body. His hands reached out to wrap around her neck, and he slowly began to squeeze. Leia struggled and thrashed as her air was cut off and her vision began to dim.

So this is how it ends, she thought unhappily. Strangled just like Jabba, under the fat bulk of the last person to fuck me. Blackness started to close in.

Then Gugg jerked, and his hands slackened. He looked at her incredulously, and then toppled off her to one side.

Tukk grunted contemptously, jerked his axe out of the back of Gugg's skull, and then leaned down and offered her a hand.

With deep relief, Leia took it, and let him pull her to her feet. "Thank you," she gasped, massaging her throat and letting him hold her up with an arm around her waist. "I thought that was the end for me."

Shaking his head, Tukk urgently pulled out a deck plan of the ship and pointed to the rear half. There was a small bay for an escape skiff marked on it, and he gestured for her to come with him.

Firmly, Leia shook her head. "My friends are up there, Tukk. I'm going with them. This is where we part ways."

He looked at her, and she sensed deep regret and disappointment. Then he nodded, and patted her on the shoulder.

She smiled at him gratefully. "Thank you."

Hesitantly, he leaned forwards, and brought his broad lips to engulf hers. She returned the kiss, and for a second they stood there, arms around each other, faces pressed together. Tukk's hand moved down beneath her loincloth, and she shivered in arousal and thrust her hips forward as his thumb traced the slit of her labia. Her own hand stroked along the front of his pants, feeling the bulge of the thick member she had ridden last night, remembering the pleasure it had given her.

Reluctantly but firmly she broke the embrace. "Lyn Me and Trischa Secura are in the main room. Get them, and get out of here. This barge is about to become very unhealthy, I think."

Tukk nodded, gave her one last look, and hurried down the hall. Leia watched her first real lover go and then, with no second thoughts, she turned and ran up the stairs.

She found Luke fighting a melee on the top deck. He was busy slaughtering a small army of thugs, and she ran to the deck gun at his shouted instructions. As she aimed it at the heart of the ship, she saw a small four-man skiff depart the rear of the barge and sail away across the sands, heading for Mos Eisley. Even from here she could recognize Tukk, Lyn, and Trischa.

Luke ran to her, and as they swung across to the skiff where the others waited, they kicked the fire control for the gun. Explosions went off deep within the belly of the huge craft, and as they picked up the droids and sailed away, the barge blew up behind them in a massive fireball.

And that, Leia thought, is the end of that.

"That was too close," Lando muttered.

Leia turned to him, and pulled him off to one side. "Look," she whispered. "I don't know what you may have seen or heard in there-"

"Princess, I didn't see or hear a damn thing," Lando interjected flatly. "That's all I'm saying on the topic. To anyone."

She nodded. "Thanks."

Then, turning to the others, she frowned. "Did anyone see what happened to Boba Fett?" she asked sharply.

"Yeah, Han accidentally nudged his stupid rocket pack with a stick and it went off and took him on a one-way trip into the Sarlacc," Lando said, smirking. "So much for the fearsome bounty hunter."

"You have to have seen that wrong," Han said irritably, rubbing his neck. "I've used the model of jetpack Fett has. They have a safety manifold specifically to prevent them from just going off if someone jostles them in combat. It's just not possible."

"Imagine that," Leia murmured. Han gave her a sharp, suspicious look, and she smiled at him.

"Nice outfit," Han said. "You pull it off well."

"Don't get used to it," she told him. "As soon as we get back to the Falcon I'm getting into something with a little less skin and a little more underwear." She was not going to miss the ridiculous costume. It would also be a relief to let her pubic hair grow out again. She was keeping the nipple rings, though.

"So, uh... what you said back there... right before we were caught..."

"I meant it. And we will explore all the implications of it together. But later."

"I think that went well," Luke commented to nobody in particular.

The skiff sailed off into the desert, leaving behind the burning pyre of the galaxy's most feared gangster, a well-endowed Gamorrean guard, several dozen bounty hunters and riffraff, and a rather good set band who had definitely chosen the wrong gig at the wrong time.

Continued in Epilogue

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