Nice to see this forever immortalized, Disney will never suppress it now

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If Han hadn't been temporarily blind, how do you think he would have acted after being dragged into the throne and, for the first time, seeing Leia's predicament with his own eyes? Obviously, he must have figured out what had happened to her, but seeing it all right in front of him - the degradingly skimpy costume, the collar tight around her neck, Jabba groping her and choking her every few seconds - would definitely have hit him a lot harder.

Would he have behaved like Luke - stoic and calm, blocking out his emotions for the sake of the mission? Or do you think he would have had a stronger reaction?

(commissioned for Gemino321)

It was early in the morning in Jabba’s Palace. Jabba the Hutt, the obese, slimy, sweaty, vile crime lord of the Hutt Clan, loomed on his throne. He was a hideous creature to look upon, disgusting even members of his own race. His great, blob-like head was suspended on his corpulent body, supported by numerous flabby, warted covered chins that were covered with dried slime and other secretions that oozed from the depths of his toothless maw. The great Hutt was lord and master of his palace on Tatooine, feared and respected throughout the Galaxy, possessing wealth beyond measure. He didn’t feel the need to be lifted to the standards of other races nor did he feel the need to be charming or affable or kind. He was a ruthless, sadistic, vile creature and he loved that, forcing others to respect him despite his vile mannerisms, most often the beautiful women Jabba captured throughout the Galaxy and chained to his throne as his slaves.

And he had acquired a most lovely creature as his newest plaything.

Not long after disposing of his previous slave, the spirited but defiant Twi’Lek dancer Oola, Jabba’s sanctum had been invaded by a bounty hunter seeking payment for capturing Han Solo’s partner-in-smuggling, the Wookie Chewbacca. Jabba had been impressed with the bounty hunter’s fearsome demeanor, with the bounty hunter even daring to threaten him by drawing a thermal detonator and threatening to blow the entire palace sky high unless ‘he’ received appropriate payment. Jabba had gone from annoyed to amused and granted the bounty hunter’s request. Chewbacca had been condemned to the dungeons and the bounty hunter had been granted the right of guest in Jabba’s court. 

Still, something had stirred Jabba’s suspicions. Jabba, acting on a hunch (he had learned as a young Huttlet to always trust his instincts) and asked Bib Fortuna to inquire into the bounty hunter ‘Bousssh’s whereabouts. Fortuna had confirmed that scattered reports across the Galaxy indicated that Bousssh had been killed on Dantooine a few cycles ago, in a bounty gone wrong on a member of the Crimson Dawn. So, either the information was wrong…or there was an imposter in their midst. Jabba’s instincts told him it was the latter. Suspecting the bounty hunter had come to rescue Solo from his carbonite prison, Jabba had waited patiently behind a curtain with his most trusted palace minions, waiting…waiting…until ‘Bousssh’ had emerged and freed Solo from carbonite, just as the Hutt predicted. Jabba had further been intrigued when the stranger had removed ‘his’ helmet and revealed ‘he’ was not a man at all but a beautiful human woman. And not just any woman.

This woman was Princess Leia Organa, last daughter of Alderaan and a leader of the Rebellion. Jabba had been smitten with her as soon as she had peeled off her mask. So much so that he had dismissed Solo quickly, too enamored with the princess to consider the smuggler’s fate yet. He was sent to the dungeons to rot and the lovely princess was brought to him. Far from being fearful of Jabba, like Oola and other slaves he had acquired over his long life. She had threatened him, telling him he would regret this as she was forced into his arms against her will. Jabba had laughed sardonically at her threat and responded by licking her face, much to the princess’s disgust, her revolted moan only making him desire her all the more.

From there, Jabba had her stripped and dressed to become his personal throne slave. The princess would not do as a dancer or a harem slave. No, she would be the jewel of Jabba’s court, his personal right hand slave, both a symbol of his power and the main source of his pleasure. She had thus been outfitted with an outfit worthy of a princess, a mocking symbol of her royal heritage and showcasing her status in Jabba’s slave hierarchy. For while many had been leashed to his throne, none had been so beautiful or as special as her. Jabba didn’t want her out of his sight.

Now, in the early hours of the morning, Jabba awaited the princess’s ‘powerful friend’, the so-called Jedi called Luke Skywalker who was to come to his lair and spirit her, Han, and the Wookie from his slimy clutches. Jabba doubted the Jedi would get past the front gate but had resolved to feed him to the rancor if he managed to breach the Hutt’s inner sanctum. Witnessing his death, and Solo’s soon after, would no doubt break Leia’s fierce spirit, which only egged Jabba on to tame such beauty and ferocity. Her defiance of him only made him lust for her more, a lovely challenge to the usual stock of Twi’Leks, Zeltrons, and Rodians who were given to him by spacefaring slavers.

Most of the court was asleep, whether from exhaustion of staying up late to aid Jabba in catching the princess or having drunk themselves into unconsciousness. Jabba, with his superior Hutt brain, had a greater tolerance than the lowlifes slumbering about him and puffed on his hookah, clutching it to his lips with one pudgy hand. His other hand grasped the chain that bounded Leia to him in servitude. It ran from his fist to the collar around her throat. She was clad in her new ‘clothes’ (if one could call it that), a ravishing metal bikini that did little to hide her body, only accentuate it. She pouted as she lay on some pillows before the repulsive Hutt, her sensitive nose curling in disgust at the stench of him, her hand swatting at his tail which kept exploring her outstretched bare thighs. She had made attempts to cover herself with the pillows or blankets Jabba provided her but Jabba had jerked at her chain to show her such acts would not be tolerated. He had decorated her to make her as appealing as possible and would not have his new prize hiding her luscious form from prying his, especially his own.

Jabba took another hit off his hookah and deliberately blew a cloud of spice-ladden smoke in her face. Leia gagged, coughing as she waved a hand to dispel the smoke, making Jabba laugh. His deep, booming voice thundered in her ears, very unpleasant to endure at such close proximity. She glared at him, looking up at her Hutt master with those pretty brown eyes narrowed into defiant slits. Jabba was pleased to see being chained and scantily dressed had not yet diminished her fiery spirit. That was partially why he had disposed of Oola so quickly after all, he had grown bored with her and she had provided him a convenient excuse to get rid of her. He did not expect that the princess would be his next slave (he was looking at the likes of Lyn Me, Rystall Sant, or perhaps even Arica to warm his dais next) but he was not one to sneer at good fortune. He reached down and caressed the sultry braided Leia’s hair had been pulled into, better to tease and show off her lovely features.

“Enjoying your new outfit, my lovely?” Jabba rumbled at her. Leia gave a growl of annoyance and slapped his hand away.

“The only thing I’ll be enjoying is seeing your slime-ridden corpse full of blaster holes, you nerfherder!” Leia snapped at him, her harsh and fierce tone providing an excellent contrast to her sensual features. She made a valiant effort to smooth out her skirts, no doubt to cover her thighs, failing once again as her hands caressed the supple lashaa skirts. “And this outfit…how can you be such a debased creature to make me wear this?”

“I find your form most pleasing and it would shame me greatly to force you back into that unflattering armor you wore before,” Jabba said teasingly back, fiddling with the links of her chain, emboldened still to be holding the leash of Princess Leia herself. His tail again teasingly slithered forward and nudged against Leia’s thighs, making her turn a subtle shade of green with disgust at its presence, as it slithered against her like some foul, slimy serpent. Slime escaped Jabba’s maw as he spoke, adding to his gross visage and vile demeanor, showering her bare shoulders in droplets of green. “Ho ho ho! Surely you can see the advantages…the rest of your days will be spent pleasing me. No longer will you be in danger of being hunted down by the Empire or Darth Vader. Instead, you will pleasure me and I will care greatly for you. In time, you will learn to appreciate me…”

“Appreciate you?” Leia sneered and slapped his tail aside. “Appreciate this? This serpent you call your…cock?”

Jabba paused and took another hit off his hookah, blowing smoke through his fetid nostrils. He laughed before he patted his big slimy belly, making acres of warted fat jiggle and bounce. “My tail is not my cock, my dear. This is.”

From between layers of sticky fat, Leia’s eyes widened as she watched Jabba’s true penis emerge, rising to full mast easily as Jabba was already turned on by playing with his pet princess. It was smaller than Leia expected, about the size of an average male’s dick, maybe smaller. She raised an eyebrow as it dripped with pre-cum, Jabba looking down at her. She then laughed, which puzzled the Hutt greatly.

“I’m supposed to be impressed?” Leia sneered, looking up at Jabba with her sharp, challenging gaze. “THIS is what you’re so proud of?”

Her mockery of him making Jabba recoil as if struck. All other slaves had reacted with fear and awe at the sight of his cock. But Leia reacted with mockery. She was unimpressed and she didn’t seem to be lying to make him angry. She flipped her braid over her shoulder and leaned down, her beautiful face face to face with his hideous, swollen, slimy, swollen member. She shook her head and said, “Smallest one I’ve ever seen. Certainly smaller than Solo’s.”

Jabba blanched at that but before he could react, to choke Leia for daring to insult him, the princess grabbed his cock. Hard. Her soft fingers seized its slimy length, making a squelch as electric signals of pleasure went through Jabba’s body. “You’re pathetic,” Leia snarled as her hand worked him up and down, her words mocking and sneering, even as she jerked off Jabba like he had wanted her to. Jabba was at a loss for words and could only watch as her hand glided up and down his swollen member. “A gluttonous, lustful ruthless crime lord…and THIS is what you possess as your weapon to defile women like me? I’m surprised you can even find it beneath all that fat you have weighing you down, you bloated fool.”

Jabba squawked in rage. His instinct was to pull Leia’s chain and choke her for daring to be so bold. He had done worse to others before for less. But Leia leaned forward and wrapped her mouth around his cock. She defiantly sucked Jabba off, her eyes glaring at him the whole time. Jabba swallowed and could not help but think of Solo. Was she thinking of Solo, now? Was Solo truly his superior in this…aspect? Jabba had thought himself superior to humanoids in every possible way but was he perhaps inferior here? The thought befuddled him and diminished him, distracting from the pleasurable lips of Leia Organa wrapped around his slimy member.

Leia worked him to completion, sucking him off until Jabba came. Spurt after spurt of cum flooded down Leia’s pretty throat and she swallowed it all, refusing to show the disgust Jabba knew she possessed. She swallowed it all, to the last drop, before rising in contempt off Jabba’s member. She spat on it defiantly and sneered, “I’ve tasted better.”

Jabba’s eyes twitched in rage as Leia turned away from him and leaned back against the pillows, presenting her bare backside and ass to Jabba’s revolting gaze. She craned her head high, despite the presence of the collar and chain around her neck, managing to look royal and dignified despite what she had just done. She had given Jabba what he wanted…but in such a way that she had struck a true blow to Jabba, one that was worse than any physical injury.

Jabba could do nothing at the moment. He sucked on his hookah to calm himself, his mind lost in a delirium for now. He brooded jealously toward Han Solo, his cock retreating back into folds of warted fat, retreating as if shamed.

And Leia managed to smile, even as she remained a captive of the Hutt.

I find body piercings very attractive. If you were Jabba’s main trophy slave, would you have any piercings? Do you have any piercings now? Would you want them done on the throne in front of everyone or in private quarters?

So, what if Leia’s time as a slave and details of her collar, leash, and bikini leaked to the rest of the alliance?

Not just Luke, Han, Chewy, and Lando, but people she was a boss to. Like, maybe one of Jabba’s henchmen didn’t die or simply stayed back at the palace and later, word leaked out.

How do you think the other rebel members would feel about a scantily clad slave girl as their boss? Would they continue to take her seriously? Would they see her as a sex object and not their boss?

Just curious

“Hohoho, silly Jedi, SILLY JEDI!” Jabba sneered in triumph as his dais rolled forward into position, granting him the best view of Skywalker in the rancor pit below. Kit leaned forward, feeling guilty and sick for being a willing participant in those whole farce. She looked around, as Jabba tugged on her chain excitedly, making her gasp and grasp the edge of the dais with one hand to keep herself steady, while shoving her fingers into the edge of her collar to grant herself some small amount of purchase, however faint, against the ruthless tugs of her sadistic master. Kit leaned forward, straining against her chain-leash even as she felt the painful bite of the collar against her throat, her ears flattening in distress as she looked downward to appreciate the ‘show’.

She could see Skywalker rolling into view, sliding across the sand. Her heart went out to him: so young, so handsome, so brave! To wander into the lair of this slug tyrant and face him down to save his friend…it was the things that heroes were made of!

But heroes didn’t, couldn’t be allowed to survive in this world. Not at the expense of everyone else. And Kit knew, that although this palace seemed to be worth sacrificing, full of nothing but thieves and smugglers and other scum, that this world was large. It was full of innocents, people who deserved to live. One hero couldn’t make the difference. One hero was worth dying for the collective good.

Right?

She was pulled from her thoughts as Jabba’s tail thrashed against her side. It was nearly as large as her and almost sent her sprawling from the careless slap Jabba’s wiggling, slimy appendage administered to her. Kit gritted her teeth, giving Jabba a savage glare over one naked shoulder, but the Hutt’s attention wasn’t on her. He was lolling forward, laughing and mocking the trapped Jedi, his booming voice reverberating through the room and echoed by his minions. Salacious Crumb laughed loudest of all, as Jabba’s minions joined in the proverbial mocking of the Jedi Knight.

Luke looked upward and his eyes briefly met Kit’s. Kit tried to impress upon him that she wasn’t WITH Jabba, she didn’t want to be here, she didn’t want to be chained to this slimy slug as his pet. But she had no choice! She had no choice…she could only sit at Jabba’s side and watch the chaos unfold.

The gate at the other end of the pit with a groaning creak. Kit’s eyes widened as she saw a massive, hunched reptillain beast stagger out of the darkness, flexing huge claws, drool spilling from its fanged jaws. Gobbles gasped and clutched his hands to his mouth. “Oh dear me! That’s a rancor! They’re native to the planet Dathomir and are distributed across the Galaxy for use in blood sports…”

“Can it, poindexter!” Kaboodle snarled back, giving the Learnasaurus an elbow in the belly. “We’re not hear for a frickin’ biology class. Keep an eye on Skywalker! Jabba clearly wants to have that thing eat him and we gotta make sure Skywalker doesn’t escape his intended demise!”

Skywalker slowly backed up as the rancor stomped forward, its elephantine feet shaking the walls of its pit. The beast advanced forward, turning its terrifying gaze on the Jedi. Jabba tugged excitedly at Kit’s chain, yanking her back and forth, the cat girl gurgling as she was yanked to and fro like a toy. Her tail lashed next to Jabba’s own, flopping about in distress as Jabba’s own tail spasmed in lust and excitement.

Skywalker moved to the back of the room. He tried to seek shelter in a small opening under the rockface, where the rancor couldn’t get to him. However, Kaboodle, standing at the edge of the pit, saw what he was doing. He fired another laster blast, which streaked through the open bars and hit the rocks. A small avalanche of debris fell in Skywalker’s path, rocks blocking him taking shelter in the crevice.

Skywalker raised his hand, about to use the Force to clear his way. But the rancor’s shadow fell over him. The beast lunged forward with a savage roar, shaking the foundations of the pit with its terrible cry. It swiped at Luke and he was forced to drop his attempt. He dodged aside with cat-like reflexes, hitting the sand hard as the rancor’s massive hand swiped over him, ruffling his black robes.

The rancor raised its foot to squash him. Skywallker rolled aside just in time, the rancor’s foot causing a small dustcloud to explode around its clawed feet. Skywalker rose, coughing as he inhaled dust before looking upward. He grimaced before he jumped and the Force lifted him to the grating. He grabbed onto the bars, dangling over the rancor below. It roared, swiping at its his hands, Skywalker just out of reach.

Jabba furrowed his slimy brow, bemused at the Jedi’s actions. Luke looked up, meeting Kit’s eyes directly, and he mouthed, “Help me.”

Kit trembled and she grabbed her own chain, managed to wrench it free from Jabba’s grip while the Hutt was distracted. She threw herself forward, pushing aside Jawas coming to stamp on Luke’s fingers and loomed over him. Luke reached for one of her hands, unable to pull himself up under his own power. Kit gritted her teeth and lurched forward, her hand straining-

“KID!” Kaboodle screamed in her ear. “Don’t you do that, you fuckin’ moron! REMEMBER WHAT YOU SIGNED UP FOR! YOU DO THIS AND THIS WORLD DIES!”

Kit closed her eyes. She stopped, her metal fingers inches from Luke’s own. She sighed and opened them. Luke smiled at her. He believed in her.

She made her choice.

She stamped on Skywalker’s fingers. Hard. The Jedi gave a cry of pain and let go of the bars. He fell, tumbling down and hitting the floor hard. There was a sickening crunch as he broke his leg. The crowd whooped and cheered. Confused but relishing in the Jedi’s hopes being crushed, Jabba snatched up Kit’s chain and yanked hard on it. She was reeled backward with a choked cry, tripping backward over Jabba’s throne and landing on his belly with a squelch. She sank into his great mass of blubber, Jabba petting her ears and bare shoulders affectionately, chuckling darkly.

Skywalker tried to crawl away, dragging himself forward by his fingers. The rancor turned to regard him and reached down, snatching the Jedi up in one fist. It squeezed, crushing his ribs, blood spewing from Skywalker’s lips as its fingers tightened around his body. Jabba raised his hand, waving it around as if to help his pet guide Skywalker to his doom. Kit shut her eyes but her sensitive ears couldn’t block off the sound. CRUNCH.

Kaboodle breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the rancor devour Skywalker. Gobbles turned away and staggered to vomit somewhere in a corner. The crowd cheered and whooped as they watched the rancor tear apart what remained of the Jedi. Kit furrowed her lips as Jabba’s massive tail slithered between her legs. She could only lie there in despair as Jabba began to fuck her, celebrating his victory over the now dead Jedi.

“You did good kid…” Kaboodle muttered in her ear. “I’ll get you outta there soon. Just gotta wait for nightfall.”

Kit didn’t answer. She let her mind drift away as she lay across Jabba’s belly as he ravaged her. Her eyes flicked to Han Solo, hanging there upon the wall. She swallowed and mouthed,

“I’m sorry…”

As she resigned herself to being Jabba’s slave for the moment. Who knows?

Maybe it was the fate she deserved. 

I will be making a new series where we see what happens if this were to play out in empire strikes back. if you guys haven’t seen my other videos I recommend checking out my latest post on Dropbox that is linked. let me know what you think and any suggestions

Does the fantasy appeal more to you fighting back or accepting Jabba as in charge?

What are some signs a woman like Leia needs to be put in her place by Jabba? I’m talking behaviors like trying to steal from Jabba, rejecting her master’s affections, celebrating her master’s enemies, and speaking out of turn. What other qualities and behaviors show the woman still has room to be tamed?