Jedi Princess

STAR WARS - ROTJ Infinities: Jedi Princess

By The Great Shaggy





Chapter Two: Experimental Slave Girl



The interior of the establishment was dark and smelled like a mixture of unwashed bodies, vomit, blood, and alcohol. Pausing at the entrance, Jix’s eyes roamed the assembled crowd. Even though it was only about mid-morning, the cantina was already bustling with the assortment of fringe-type characters that populated such places; spacers, petty thugs, mercenaries, con artist, spies, and hardened criminals.



It had taken Jix a considerable amount of time running down the various claims on the official Imperial reports concerning Skywalker. But after he thoroughly investigated a majority of the claims, he dismissed them all together as being a product over overzealous Imperial officials trying to gain status or fame by claiming to be the one to finally kill the most wanted rebel in the entire galaxy. Right back to square one, he decided to see what the other side of the coin revealed. Reaching into his pockets, he withdrew a heavy bag of considerable amount of Imperial credits and nodded his head. It should be enough to get him started down the right path.

Approaching the bar, he order himself a drink and then leaned against the tapestry, listening to the various conversations raging around him. Mostly it was about egos being bolstered by outrageous claims by spacers, or a threat directed to someone claiming he had more death sentences then anyone else, or a deal for a smuggling job. After about a few hours, he was about to leave and try another cantina when his ears perked up on a conservation going on at a table to the right and closest to the bar.



Flipping a coin to the bartender, he walked over to the table and pulled up a chair. The two occupants, an obese human and a blue-skinned Rodian, gaze at him with disdain. “I don’t remember asking you to sit down there, buddy,” the human growled.



“I am now,” Jix replied right back with.



The Rodian pointed a long, sucker tip finger at the newcomer. “You best be wise to watch what you say, human.”



Jix snorted. “Is that supposed to frighten me?”



“It should,” retorted the man.



“Well it doesn’t.”



The obese human leaned forward and grabbed a hold of Jix’s vest. “I think it’s time to teach you about the meaning of pain.”



Jix waited until the man started to stand up when he swipe out with his hand, catching the human on the side of the temple with a flat palm which temporarily stunned him. He then grabbed the man’s head and slammed his face into the table as he brought one of his blasters up to bare it at his accomplice. The sudden commotion immediately caused the entire cantina to become silent with the exception of some the patrons diving for cover in the direction that Jix’s blaster was pointed.



“No blasters. No blasters!” shouted the bartender.



“Stay out of my business if you know what's good for yea,” Jix causally said over his shoulder. “We're just having a little disagreement here that is about to be amended without the need for blasters. Right?”



The Rodian nodded his head vigorously and the obese human just rubbed his forehead, but said nothing. For a couple tense seconds, no one moved but when it became apparent that no violence was about to ensue, the rest of the patrons turned their attentions back to their own matters and conversations as the band struck up a wailing tone again.



“Now as I was going to say before I was interrupted, I would like to make a proposition to the both of you,” Jix said, still keeping his weapon aimed at the Rodian.



“And what’s that?” growled the human, trying to save whatever dignity he had left.



An eyebrow raised on Jix’s forehead. “You were conversing about Han Solo.”



“What about him?”



“Tell me what you were speaking about him.”



The man glanced at the Rodian, who stared back at him with a confused look. “What is it to yea?”



“I thought about hiring him on for a job of mine.”



“Good luck, buddy. Last I heard of him he’s dead,” the human said with a snort. “Jabba took care of him and his Wookiee companion at the Sarlacc a few months back.”



Interesting, thought Jix. He knew that Vader had the smuggler frozen in carbonite back on Bespin to lure Skywalker out for him to capture. The block that contain Solo was then handed over to the bounty hunter, the infamous Mandalorian Boba Fett nonetheless, whom collected a fairly large bounty that was offered by the Hutt gangster, Jabba the Hutt. It was no secret in Imperial Intelligence that Skywalker and his friends would attempt to rescue him.



“What about someone called Skywalker? Was he killed at the Sarlacc as well?”



“If you’re talking about that rebel the Imps keep bragging about killing then no. Then again, the Solo and Wookiee’s death is nothing but rumors but seemed legit to me.”



“How so?”



“Well for starters some Jawas found his ship with one of those rebel snubfighters out in the desert by Mos Espa about a month and a half ago. Of course those scavengers had probably already stripped both ships down to their keels by now. And if I remember correctly, Jabba also had a purge of his court about five months ago, something about an assassination attempt on his life that nearly succeeded, but that last bit I’m not really sure of. What I am sure of is that the Hutt is so paranoid at the moment that he has secluded himself in his palace out beyond the Dune Sea and refuses to see or hire anybody into his court since then.”



Raising a hand, Jix ordered three drinks before turning his attention back to questioning his new companions. “So, Jabba refuses to hire on anymore local gangs and sees no one. Anything else?”



“I mean nobody; slaves, mercenaries, bounty hunters, hired guns, hell he has even refused to take on anymore dancing girls, which is a first for the Hutt.”



Jix’s eyes narrowed. One of Skywalker’s associates was the known rebel leader Princess Leia Organa of Alderaan. “Why is that?”



Accepting his drink, the obese man down it in one huge gulp and raised his hand for a refill even as he kept one eye on unwavering business end of Jix's blaster. “No one knows. Like I said, no one new goes into the palace and no one who was already there comes outs.”



“How does he conduct business then?”



The man’s eyes narrowed a bit towards Jix. “What are you, a reporter or something?”



“Just a guy with a lot of credits to burn looking for some information is all.”



“Whatever. Whoever conducts business with Jabba is taken to his townhouse here in Mos Eisley where they communicate via a secured HoloNet uplink. But that place is as closely guarded as his palace is.”



Jix leaned back in his chair to ponder what he’d heard so far. Solo and the Wookiee was rumored to have been killed by Jabba, but no mention of Skywalker or the Princess. There was an assassination attempt on the Hutt’s life approximately the same time that caused the gangster to conduct a purge of his court and seal himself off from all outside influences. His gut feeling was telling him that Skywalker had been somewhat involved in that attempt. The question now was what had happened during that time and the aftermath?



“Has anyone left the palace since then, alive that is?”



“There were two, I heard,” the Rodian suddenly chimed in. “Boba Fett and some female Twi’lek dancer.”



“Yeah, I forgot about them. Heard he got bang up pretty bad at the Sarlacc when Solo attempted to escape. Guess they’re the only ones who might know what actually happened out there since going to Jabba’s is out of the question. That is if you want to die while you’re still young,” added the human.



“Where do I find Boba Fett then?”



The human nearly gagged on his drink and the Rodian stared at him blank eyed. “Fett? You want to find the Fett? Nobody goes looking for him unless he wants to die.”



“Well I do!”



Sighing, the human leaned a bit closer to Jix and lowered his voice. “I shouldn’t be telling you this. The Bounty Hunters’ Guild sends him a quarterly list of the high-end, experienced hunters’ only bounties that are posted by the Guild. When a hunt is successfully completed, the Guild handles the monetary transactions from the clientele to the hunter, taking out their finder's percentage before depositing it into a pre-arranged account. They get their cut, the bounty hunter gets the rest, and everyone is happy. Well everyone except the poor sap wanted on the bounty.”



“So they might know how to get in contact with him then?”



“Possibly.”



Rising from his seat, he reached into his pocket and withdrew some credits, and tossed them down causally onto the table. Both of the tugs' eyes widen as big as suns at seeing the amount as Jix slid his sidearm back into its holster and took his leave from their presence. He had a call to make.

**********



Leia thrashed wildly, her hips bucking to and fro at nearly a blinding pace as she felt the Corellian’s cock spasm uncontrollably in her belly. The salt and pepper hair man slammed his cock deeper into the quivering slave girl’s pussy as he felt his climax coming. Leaning up, he braced himself with one hand on the bed while wrapping the other around her waist, squeezing her firm ass as the tip of his cock exploded deep into her womb.



His hips spasm slightly with a few final jerks to empty his load into her pussy before meeting her waiting lips with his own. Leia brushed his cheek as their tongues entwined in the newly formed passageway between their two orifices. She could feel the growing need for it even as he broke her embrace and pushed herself off of him. Rising from the sweat and cum soaked sheets, the Corellian started to secure his white shirt and pull on his trousers as the slave girl just laid there, her fingers rubbing her pussy vigorously with her fingers.



Done redressing, he stepped out to see the grinning face of Jabba’s majordomo. “Did you enjoy my master’s hospitality, Ennio?”



“Very much so indeed.” He glanced back at the girl in the room and smirked. “But I’ll tell you bluntly. I never doubted that Jabba could get his hands on another Alderaani female again since that planet’s destruction, but I never heard of Alderaani women being this sluty before. Hell, she beats out Nabooian girls. Tell me, how do you keep her twat so tight?”



The Twi’lek just flashed a set of dagger-sharp teeth and replied, “Its Jabba’s little secret.”

“Well, if he ever wants to get rid of her, please let me know. I’ll be more than happy to take her off his hands.”



“We’ll keep that in mind.” He motion to the guard standing behind him. “My associate will escort you to the door.”



Fortuna waited until the Corellian spice cartel leader was gone before entering the room. He eyed Leia with disdain. Yes, he started off in the spice/slave business on his way to becoming Jabba’s majordomo, but unlike others in that business he never took the luxury of sampling the goods which would soon blossom into an addiction. And that was where he drew his loathing for addicts, how someone could become as needing of it that they would do simply anything for it. But then again, he couldn’t blame her, after all this was his idea, he thought as he reached into the folds of his robes and pulled out a small vial of glowing orange powder.



The girl seemed to sense it for she immediately bolted from the bed and knelt before her Twi’lek master, her eyes focused on the vial that he held. If Ennio had known that it was a special blend of the highly addictive glitterstim spice added with a few, off-the-shelf products that kept the slave girl’s cunt tight as a virgin’s twat he would probably offered him at least half of his product’s profits for it. Maybe someday when Jabba isn’t as paranoid as he is now, he thought as he gave the vial to the slave girl.



He watched as she clutched it close to her nude breast and scampered off to the corner of the room. There, with shaking hands, she removed the cover cork and placed the open edge to her nose. She inhaled sharply and then seemed to relax as the spice took immediate effect over her mind. Nodding his head, the Twi’lek took his leave from the room as Leia lay down on the floor, her mind wandering away into a set of lost thoughts and memories.....

**********



The hinges to the heavy door to her cell groaned in protest as it slid open to allow two guards into the dimly lit cell. Leia didn’t move or even resist as they hoisted her up into their arms and dragged her out of her prison. Since Rystall’s grisly death, she’d been confined to absolute darkness of the lower dungeons with no contact to anyone except for the droid that brought her food twice a day and bathed her once every two days. Or was it at night? It didn’t matter for she’d lost track of all time in the darkness of her prison.



The two guards, brown leathery-skin Weequays, dragged her up almost a dozen levels of stairs before going down a corridor halfway and into an open room. There they deposit her on the floor and left, closing the door behind them. Leia took a brief moment to glance around her new surroundings and was a bit surprised to see a bed, although it was devoid of any sheets or blankets, and two chairs. A small table with another chair was placed close to the door. All the furniture appeared to be secured to the floor. Her attention came to the door again as it slid opened and a Twi’lek that she recognized as Jabba’s Majordomo Bib Fortuna walked in.



His gaze went to her immediately. “Uba wanna tonka,” he commanded in Huttese.



Complying, Leia stood up. Having been around the Princess when she was more resisted and feisty, Bib was a bit disappointed. He was hoping she put up more of fight at the beginning of her preparation for her new life as a slave.



“Shag keeru,” he commanded again. When she didn’t move, he spoke more forcibly. “Shag, tolpa da mo gootu nobata lanku pith keeru.”



Hearing the command that she knew all too well from her time with Jabba, Leia lowered her head as she reached up behind her back and undid the fasteners on her golden chest harness, allowing it to fall to the floor. She followed up with the crotch piece and stood in her full glory in front of the majordomo. Bib nodded his head, pleased that her body still appeared to be in good shape, a bit thinner but nothing a little bit more food couldn’t help.



He pointed to the chair. “Vota.”



Waiting until she was seated, he walked over to the table and placed one of the three vials he was holding onto the hard metal surface. Holding the one with the lesser amount of spice, he walked back over to Leia. Removing the cork, he attempted to place it underneath her nose, but to his surprise her feisty nature suddenly returned.



“Get that disgusting crap away from me,” she yelled in basic, rising from the chair.



Calling out, the two guards came back into the room and rushed towards Leia, who attempted to fight them off. But the depression and lack of food had taken its toll on her strength and endurance, causing her to be quickly subdued. One of the Weequays yanked back her braided pony tail to lift her head and to expose her nose more clearly while the other held her face still.



Her eyes grew wide with horror as Bib approached her again. “No, please. Just kill me, but don’t make me breath that crap.”



Bib grinned as he grabbed her jaw, closing her mouth as he placed the vial up by her nostrils. “Bun kulia de wikas nara.”



Leia stopped breathing when she felt the crystal glass vial making contact with her nose. The Twi’lek commanded her to breathe deeply, but all she did was continue her struggle. Growing impatient, he reached down and felt the golden nipple rings that marked her as one of Jabba’s Harem girls. Leia’s eyes grew even wider as she felt the ring being tugged on her sensitive nipple and let out a muffled scream as Bib viciously yank the first one from her nipple. Again he commanded her to breath and when she refused again, he pulled the other ring free.



Shutting her eyes as they welled up with tears as pain raced through her breast area and blood oozing from the open wounds started to stream down her bare stomach, Leia attempted to keep holding her breath but it was a losing battle. With pain now spreading from her breasts to the rest of her chest area and with her lungs aching, she took a sharp inhale and the world suddenly exploded as a warm sensation flooded her body.



Grinning, Bib lowered the expanded vial and nodded to the guards who released her. “Sochu men yo nara?”



“Pain?” Leia answered back, her voice wavy and distance. She shook her head as a smile crept across her face. “No pain. Not anymore.”



Nodding, Bib looked at the guards as he turned to leave the room. “One hour and I’ll be back.”



Bib was barely out of the room when the Weequays were already removing their clothing and grabbing a hold of the nude Alderaani Princess. Fortuna just hoped that as he increased the amount of spice with each session that she wouldn’t overdose. He promised Jabba that he would turn her into a useful slave girl within a month’s time. He just hoped he could perfect his special mixture before then.

**********



It was past double sunset when Bib had the guards take the Princess down to the Harem for a bath and grooming before allowing her to eat. He also had a medical droid standing by just encase she went into cardiac rest from spice withdrawal since it was a possibility from the amount of doses he used on her. Most spice users’ hearts simply exploded after taking that much in so little time, but it was necessary if he wanted to achieve his deadline for his master.



Of course that all depended on the other portion of the project. It took him nearly twenty minutes to descent into the lowest and oldest floors of the palace, to a place that no one every frequented. A door slid opened and the Twi’lek majordomo had to blink his eyes a few times to allow them to adjust to the bright lights that reflected off rows upon rows of specimen jars, test tubes, bio-organic Petri dishes, surgical tools, datapads full of anatomy of thousands of different species that populated the galaxy, and a row of bacta tanks and cages. And standing in the middle of such was a pale-looking human doctor.



He had shoulder length black hair that was streak in shades of gray and white. The skin on his face had sunken in and stretched across his skull thus giving him an eerie and grotesque feature that made most beings that met him shudder. Although many in the palace had heard about him, Jabba’s personal physician Dr. Darez Vughn was as mysterious as the Maw around the planet Kesel was to astrophysicians. He kept to himself in the depths of the palace, only coming up to the court whenever the Hutt was feeling ill, which had happened only a few times to Bib’s recollection. But when it did, Dr. Vughn would appear, listen to the Hutt, disappear for a day, and then reappear with a treatment before disappearing again.



And if Bib’s plan was going to work, it would have to come from him!



“Do you have any results yet?” Bib asked, stepping up behind the doctor.



Darez glanced away from his datapad at his chronometer and motion with his head towards the back of the chamber. “Let’s find out.”



Following the doctor around the corner, he watched the man approach a brown hair human female. She was devoid of any clothing with her arms suspended above her head by Mandalorian chains and her legs spread eagle so her exposed crotch hovered over a machine that had several attachments that were shaped in various sizes and widths to simulate different male species’ sexual organ. Judging by the bodily fluids that dripped off various rods and rolled down the girl’s inner thighs he could see that the doctor had indeed been busy with his experiment.



Stepping up next to the sleeping girl, he brushed back a flock of her hair that had fallen over her neck during the duration of the experiment and pressed the tip of a laser syringe against her neck. The girl moaned in pain but didn’t stir as a microscopic laser burned an opening to her carotid artery that filled the tube with her dark crimson blood. Getting enough of his sample, he pressed a sterile synth-flesh patch to the wound while preparing another syringe. This time he took a sample of vaginal fluids and wiped a specimen stick against the inner vaginal walls.



Proceeding back around the corner, he inserted the tubes into beakers filled with a yellow solution. One turned red while the other turned blue. Frowning, he placed the specimen stick underneath a microscope and gazed into the eye pieces. After a few seconds, he let out a sigh as he tore off a pair of protective surgical gloves he wore.



“Negative. The blood clearly shows the spice is still being carried and absorbed by the blood cells in the circulatory system, but there has been no new cellular growth in the vaginal walls or constriction of the lining muscle or cartilage.”



“So now what?”



Sighing, he walked over to a board that had all the pictures of the slave girls in Jabba’s harem placed on it. Without a word, he grabbed the last picture on the far right hand corner that was labeled ‘Camie’ and placed it with the rest of the others. All of them which were dismal failures.



“I’ll go over the formula again. There has to be something that I’m missing.” He paused and looked back at the Twi’lek majordomo. “Or perhaps, it isn’t the formula that is wrong but at the cellular structure. Did you bring the sample I asked for?”



Bib reached into the folds of his robes and pulled out the test kits that the guards had used on the Princess before engaging in sexual intercourse with her and during. He also took another sample right after each sensation was completed. Eagerly, Darez took them from the Twi’lek and began examine them.



He placed all the samples into a machine that grouped each sample in chronology order by time and group as per his settings. When the light went green, he placed a pair of third dimensional holograph viewing goggles over his eyes and inserted his hands into form fitting observational and control gloves. Calling up the first sample that he designated ‘Prior to Activities’, he focused in on the genetic coding of her cells while calling up her blood work. It was here that he made the initial discovery.



He had ordered a complete red and white cell count when the computer notified him of an organism that was found in her blood samples. Fingering it was just the standard parasitic life form, he ordered the computer to cordon off the parasitic cells and quarantine them off for later inspection and removal. Then to his annoyance the computer informed him that it would be impossible to do so without destroying the sample. Pushing the image of the girl’s genetic mark-up off to the side for the computer to run a diagnostic and cross reference with his elixir, he called up the blood work sample to see this anomaly firsthand and suddenly felt bewilderment at what he saw.



The anomaly the computer had discovered was something he’d never seen before. What he first thought to be parasitic appeared to actually be some sort of symbiotic life form that was living within the blood cells of the girl. Intrigued, he ordered a full count of the new life form in the blood sample and couldn’t believe the readings when it came back with a rough estimate in the thousands. Ignoring his other genetic samples, he immediately ran a scan on all the other blood samples to see if the symbiotic form was found in all of them. When the readings came back affirmative with the counts although they were far less in numbers than the princess he decided to have a closer look at one.



Magnifying the goggles to the highest point, he brought up a single red blood cell and observed the life-form from within. After thirty minutes, he concluded that the life form was not harming the red cell, in fact it was feeding off a small amount of the nutrients that the cell carried but gave back nothing in return it seemed. Still, it warranted further evaluation at some later time. Then the computer announced it had made some progress on the genetic samples. Forgetting about the symbiotic find for now, he brought up the other genetic samples. If the computer was hypothesizing was true, then he was an idiot for not seeing it sooner. No wonder he couldn’t get it to work on the other subjects.



After announcing his finding to the Twi’lek majordomo, who immediately inquired on how long it would take to synthesis, the Doctor took a moment to ponder. “Approximately three weeks, but I need to complete a full medical evaluation before I can test it to find out if it does in fact work.”



“I’ll bring down one of the girls from the Harem to-”



“No,” Darez interrupted. “I need the actually subject for both the medical and field test to see if it works. The girl has to be it.”



Fortuna narrowed his eyes. “But if it fails, then all the training I’ve wasted on her will be for nothing.”



“But you must remember that each being’s cellar level is different from species to species. For the elixir to work it must be synthesis for her genome structure only and only she can be the test subject for it.”



Sighing, Bib asked about the field experiment the doctor in mind and nearly gagged on his own breath when he heard. He then calculated the risk in his head. If he put the Princess through that type of test and the elixir failed then all his plans for her, not to mention possibly his life along with hers, would be forfeit to Jabba. After all, it was he who promised that he could put the Princess to use for the benefit of the Hutt instead of having her waste away in the lower dungeons to be a fuck toy for the guards. But if he didn’t follow the doctor’s orders and the elixir worked on another test subject but not the Princess then he was right back at the mercy of the Hutt. His chances seemed to be better with the doctor’s experiment.

**********



As Doctor Vughn had promised, three weeks later he’d announced that a testable version of the elixir was synthesis and ready to be tired. So that night, Bib personally escorted the good doctor to the Princess’ cell where he administered the elixir by, surprisingly, spraying the liquid reddish-orange concoction directly into her pussy. After waiting half an hour as per the Darez’s orders, Leia’s hands were bound behind her back by a pair of stun cuffs and a slave collar with chain was fastened around her neck by the pair of guards that accompanied Jabba’s majordomo and the Doc. Bib didn’t want to take any chances with after last week's incident when she surprisingly snapped out of her drug-induced haze during a session and nearly overpowered her tormentor. He occasionally glanced over his shoulder to see if she somehow managed to snap out of her spice-induced haze she was currently in again and realize where he was taking her.



Silently, the Twi’lek led the group down the twisting passageways and corridors deeper into the dungeons were the other vital part of the Darez’s experimented awaited. Bib kept his thoughts to himself, although he was starting to feel a bit uneasy the closer they got to the desired chamber. He could already hear them as he turned the last corner and saw that the chamber’s door was already opened. Motioning with his hand, he proceeded ahead and entered the palace guards’ living berths.



The self proclaimed leader of the guards was the Skrilling Pote Snitkin, one of the many weapons dealers turn skiff guard that inhabitant the palace, whom glanced up from the table where twelve other guards were clustered around. They were a motley mix of different species hired by the Hutt crime lord for their aggressive and vicious behavior; Niktos, Weequays, Klatooinians, and humans, none of which were too smart but brutal enough for the Hutt’s liking. Although they ranked low on the chain in the palace, they were used by the former Harem Madam, Melina Cariss, to break unruly slave girls from their spirits or to punish them. In fact, the Princess had already found out about this by becoming one of the unfortunate girls to come down here to be punished quite often when serving as Jabba’s favorite pet.



“Cha so shag shiba khana?” inquired Pote in Huttese.



Although Bib had past dealing with the Skrilling Arms Delaer he never found him to be as cunning and calculating as he was. Of course his dispute with the Baragwin weapons specialist Hermi Odle was well known to Bib who often played both sides against one another for his own purposes. “Just remember our agreement. No physical harm and internal injuries or else all of you will soon find yourselves on Jabba’s next culling list. Do I make myself understood?”



Nodding in acceptance, Bib motioned with his hand and Leia's guards shoved the bonded Princess into the room and into the waiting arms of one of the skiff guards. Bib decided to take his leave as the motley assortment started to cluster around the slave girl, taking one last look behind as he did so. He paused for a moment to glance back and thought he saw a look of absolute horror crossing over her face as Pote tugged the chain attached to the slave collar, dragging her out of the arms of the skiff guard and further into the chamber to the cackles of delight from the others.



Perhaps he should increase the next amount of spice during the next treatment if she was able to recognize her surroundings and come out of the spice-induced haze that quickly, he thought as the door slid close behind him.



Leia looked around with a fearful look in her eye. She could remember that this was the very same chamber where she underwent her first 'Breaking', recalling the images of the Gamorrean brutes horribly raping her over and over again as Melina watched on, laughing at her pathetic cries of pain as the Pig Guards' cocks tore away at her cunt and ass. She could still feel the hazy that hung over her thoughts and motor skills like the clouds on Bespin, but she also felt some other new sensations that were overcoming both her senses and body. The first was the noticeable tinkling between her legs as she thought that her vaginal walls were actually pulling tighter together and the other was a burning desire to feel the creatures’ massive cocks tear into her belly and ass again. What is happening to me, she wondered silently as she watched nervously as the low life scum started to surround her.



Giving the chain to another of his comrades, Pote stepped behind the human girl and marveled at her body. Yes, some of the guards here had already ravaged her body as per Melina’s orders, and had thorough enjoyed it, but he hadn’t as of yet. But now here she was again and all for their pleasure without looking none the worst for a skinny being. Stopping behind her, he pressed down on her shoulders, causing her to bend over at the waist to show off more of her tight ass to the guards.



Remembering all those stripteases she did in the main audience chamber, Pote wondered if she still looked the same underneath her outfit after all the screwing she’d gone through recently. Grabbing a hold of her other arm and straighten her, he pressed the back of her body up against the rough fabric of his uniform while his free hand grasped the loose metal sting that fastened the chest harness across her breast and tore it free. One of her hands came up for a brief second as if to ward off the attack but ceased it resistive gesture. Paying it no mind, Pote unlocked the collar and allowed that to drop from his hands as he wrapped the other to hold her waist as he tore the crotch piece away from her bottom half of her body.



Spinning her around in his massive arms, the Skrilling glanced down at the speculator figure of the girl’s body; her curvy hips, the rip and firm breast, the bareness of the area above her cunt, the light color of her skin that seemed to reflect the light. She would look even more beautiful if she grew another half meter, a few more nostrils, and had a boney ridge on her forehead. Pulling her closer to him, he cupped one of her perky milky cream color breast in his vice-like three finger hands.



Leia closed her eyes and turned her head to the side as Pote leaned closer to her. The Skrilling’s touch seemed to be like a stimulate for her body; her pulse started to quicken, her nipples hardened on her breast, her legs started to quiver as her twat started to become wet from anticipation, and the feeling that she had felt in her body was now a raging inferno. What is happening to me? I'm not a slut...am I, she wondered as her thoughts started to blur as a fog of lust clouded her thoughts.



She suddenly felt herself shoved to her knees, causing her to open her eyes. The guard in front of her had unfasten his loose tunic and allowed his trouser to fall to showcase his hardened cream color rod that had extended from his scrotum pouch and was hovering a few inches from her face and still growing in stiffness. Around her the other guards were quickly shedding their own outfits, some playing with their own hardened rods as they moved in closer towards the nude girl on the floor.



“Back off, you Skrilling Fodders. She gets to taste mine first,” Pote called out.



Placing his hand on the side of her brown colored hair, he didn’t bother to wait as he brought his rod towards her mouth. Leia was amazed at the sheer length, its head already dripping with per-cum, as she slowly opened her mouth, lapping up the dripping semen from its tip while teasing the tip with her tongue. Pote hissed with delight as the human girl rubbed her tongue completely around the head of his cock which made it only drip with hotter cum that started to cover her face, spilling down to run down her chest and breast.



Slowly, she began to wrap her mouth around his cock, but only up about halfway of the tip was in her mouth when her jaw muscles began to protest from her attempts to stretch her opening wide enough to encompass the sheer width of the foreign object. When Pote felt the girl pulling back, he immediately increased his hold on her head while he grabbed his bulging member and forcefully shoved his member deeper into her orifice. Pain stabbed at Leia’s jaw muscles and nearly gagged when she felt the tip of the Skrilling’s head ram against the back of her throat. Two more guards, the black skinned human Fozec and the Kajain’sa’Nikto Nysad, moved in on her; Fozec rubbed his hardened, dripping member on the other side of her face while Nysad grabbed and pinched her breast like a melon.



But unlike last time, Leia didn’t cry, or curse at the fowl smelling brutes, or beg for them to stop. Not a word escaped her as her thoughts completely fogged over as she lost all control of her body to the raging inferno within her. She moved her head back and forth, teasing the underside of Pote’s hardened member with her tongue, causing the Skrilling Arms Dealer to hiss in further delight.



“Put her on the table,” he commanded.



Leia resisted the guards’ holds, but not to escape but to keep the pulsing cock of Pote’s in her mouth. Nysad and Fozec, unable to free the Princess’ mouth from their Skrilling’s rod, instead moved the table over to her. Picking up her petite body, they flipped her onto her back so her head dangled off over the edge of the wooden platform. With Pote still working his probing member in her mouth while pulling and squeezing the nipple of her tits, a Weequay grabbed Leia’s left leg in his hand and spread it open to reveal her dripping cunt. The small, hidden nob of her clitoris, and the thick pinkish outer lips clearly gleaming in the reflective light from her smooth skin.



Heaving both her legs up into the air with his arms, the Weequay positioned his hardened rod at the pinkish mound between Leia’s legs. He rubbed the tip of his rough, leathery member against the smooth folds of her pussy before shoving his rod into the mess of flesh. Then to utter astonishment, he felt incredible resistance.



“She’s tight!” the Weequay proclaimed.



That caught Fozec’s attention. “That can’t be right. We’ve been screwing the bantha fodder out of her and before that it was Ortugg and his pigs. After all that she should be loose and easy.”

The Weequay guard groaned with effort, the muscles in his powerful leathery arms rippling as he pulled the petite body of the Princess down onto his rod. But still he couldn’t get more then the head of his rod into her dripping cunt.



“Impossible, she’s way too tight,” the Weequay guard sounded off with defeat as he pulled out.



Ignoring Leia’s sudden cries of protest as Pote removed his cock from her mouth, which Nysad was more than happy to refill with his, silencing the woman again, he moved around and pushed the Weequay away.



“Here, let me show you how it’s done.”



Heaving Leia’s legs up again, he rammed his cock as hard as he could into the pink mound. Just like the Weequay, he only got the head of his member in before he too felt resistance. It should not have been physical possible, not after enduring all the fuckings but there was no doubt that her cunt had tighten up like that of a virgin’s. Releasing her legs, he grasped both sides of her hips and slammed her down with all his strength to impale her on his member, Leia’s eyes suddenly shot open as her breath was taken away from her lungs as she felt the tearing of her vaginal lining to accommodate Pote’s cock. Tears streamed from Leia’s widen eyes from the Skrilling’s enormous dick as it painfully filled her slick vagina.



Beads of sweat formed on the Pote’s brow as he slowly pushed his cream colored penis deeper into the girl. Finally, he slowly began to withdraw but only to ram it forcibly back in. Her body shook with the force of his thrust as he felt less and less resistance with each penetration, but it was still tight enough to make his whole body shudder in sexual blissfulness. Leia could hardly breathe from the pounding the skiff guard was giving her as she sucked hungrily on Nysad’s rod.



Suddenly with one last thrust, Pote pulled his throbbing member from her pussy, his fingers grasping his swollen prick above her as it erupted in a shower of hot, sticky semen that clearly coated her entire chest and stomach region of her body. She felt the warm smelling jism running down the sides and curves of her body and moaned in acceptance as another Fozec came up to take Pote’s spot between her legs.



And so the fuck session went on.....

**********



In another room just down the corridor, Bib and Darez watched the entire session on a bank of monitors as her cries and cackles from the guards echoed down the dimly lit corridor outside. Fortuna felt a bit of disgust towards the doctor when he ordered close up views of the Princess’ cunt each time a skiff guard copulated with her, writing down notes on his datapad with each successful intercourse. When the first guard had failed to enter her womb, he worried he might’ve made the elixir a bit too powerful and that the lining tissue had healed so much that it effectually seal off the vaginal passageway to her womb. But the fears lessen when the second guard managed, with great strength, to enter her. He made sure the next batch would be less potent.



Fortuna felt rejoiced that Darez’s elixir had effectively worked. Still, he wanted to be sure that elixir would heal the worst type of tearing to the vaginal lining of her cunt and this would be it. He had heard of Melina’s effective methods that she used for slave-training Jabba’s harem girls, The methods that the doctor had wanted to use was only reserved for punishing the most disobedient slaves in such way as to break them of their spirit. Although they were using it for different ends this time.



Glancing up at the chronometer, he decided to give it a few more hours.

**********



Laying flat on her back, Leia couldn’t move even an eye lash as all thirteen guards stood above her and unleash a tidal wave of semen, showering her from the top of her head to her toes. Finally, the skiff guards moved off to finish eating the feast that had been brought down to them during the session and another barrel of Correlian whiskey.



The door to the chamber whisked opened and Fortuna with Darez in tow entered the room. Fortuna wrinkled his nose at the rancid musk that hung in the room, most noticeable of it coming from that of the spread eagle Princess lying unmoving on top of the table. Her condition looked horrible to the Twi’lek majordomo; various colors of semen covered most of her body with a steady stream flowing freely from her horribly torn open cunt and ass which formed a growing puddle underneath her. Her face was bruised and was streaked with running semen and make-up with her braided hair now a cum soaked mess.



He raised a hand to his mouth to try and filter the stanch as the doctor approached the girl. Carefully, he examined the torn openings, spreading her pussy lips a bit wider to gaze in at the torn vaginal walls, although he didn’t follow suit with her ass. Pote and his gang watched in curiosity as Darez moved up next to Leia’s side and withdraw a small vile from the coat pocket, removing the cork as he did so. Immediately, Leia’s eyes flung open and her hands came up towards the doctor as her body began to twitch excitable. Giving her the vile, he grinned greedily as she snorted the contents with one inhale and smiled as the familiar and pleasant haze returned to her.



Darez waited for ten more minutes before examining her vaginal lining once again, nodding in satisfaction as he found it to being harder to reopen to its previous width. He calculated that at its presence healing rate it would as tight as a virgin’s in approximately an hour or so.

He turned to Bib as he snapped off his gloves from his hands, tossing them casually to the floor as he nodded in approval. “The experiment was a success. I’ll have a year supply that you require in a week’s time.”



Grinning, Fortuna walked over to Leia and knelt next to her. “Leia, can you hear me?”

Her drugged induced eyes focused on him and slowly she nodded her head.



“Are you ready to serve your new master in any way or form that he demands of you?”



She nodded, but said nothing.



Satisfied, he motioned to Pote. “Take her to the shower room and clean her up. She still has much more to learn before she's ready."

**********



Jabba eyes narrowed at the slave girl that stood before him. Nobody in the audience chamber even muttered a word as the Hutt boomed out command after command and the once feisty slave obeyed every order given to her. The Hutt was amazed at the transformation that his majordomo had managed to do in the time that he wanted. Standing before him, completely devoid of any type of resistance, was the same girl that only a few months ago fought so hard to disobey him and nearly strangled him with the very chain that enslaved her and was now nothing more than another broken slave girl for his wishes.



But still.....



“You’ve done better than I expected you would, Bib,” he commended.



Fortuna’s only response was to flash his row of dagger-sharp teeth as he grinned.



“You stated that she can serve me again, but how? I don’t wish to let her get another chance to kill me if she ever becomes her old, feisty self again.”



“That will not happen, my master, nor will she ever be around you either. I wish to use her body to further entice business operators that you would like to ‘bargain’ with.”



“Oh?” The Hutt’s eyes narrowed as a hand stroke the red mane of Arica that lay on a cushion of pillows by his belly. “Yes, she does have the looks and body to do that, Bib. But what happens after she gets used too much?”



“That, my master, will also never happen.”



He then went into detail what he and Darez did to make sure she’ll always be ready and willing to serve. As the Twi’lek continue his explanation, both the Hutt and Mara’s gazes went to Leia. Mara felt a small smile creeping across her face. If what the Twi’lek was saying to be true, then this was a fate worse than death for the rebel Princess.



Finishing his explanation, Fortuna decided it might be best to personal show the Hutt his work. He turned to the slave girl and commanded, “Shag youngee, nobata lanku pith keeru!”



The silence in the room was broken by the whistles and jeers from the Hutt’s minions as Leia stripped out of her slave outfit and posed seductively in front of her master. Bib gave her another command and she fell to the ground, her ass facing the Hutt as she spread her legs eagle and plunged her fingers into her pussy.



“O, Jabba. Dunke poolo ma essa, ji naga ne. Ji naga pateesa wata,” she cried out in Huttese between moans.



“Cha chobo ta essa, shag youngee. Poolo ta esate sinchi.”



Upon being hearing Bib’s command, Leia jumped to her feet and darted towards the Hutt. Jabba cried out in alarm and brought his tail up to defend himself that caused Mara to cry out as it slammed into her back, propelling her off the side of the dais and nearly straggled herself when the chain fastened to her slave collar snapped taut. The Hutt was about to order his guards to kill her when she hop up onto the dias and impaled her pussy right on top of the tip of his tail.



All three of them; Jabba, Bib, and Mara were astonished by the act. Then Jabba felt the tight resistance that his tail met as she lowered herself further onto his appendage. He never felt this sensation since he had a shipment of various virgin slave girls sent to him for his own pleasure nearly twenty-five years ago to celebrate the end of the Clone Wars and a restart in business. But he knew that this girl wasn’t a virgin, far from it.



“I see what you mean,” he finally said as he decided to enjoy himself.



Mara marveled at how obedient she was, not believing that the Princess Leia Organa, former Imperial Senator turned rebel leader was now nothing more than a mindless, spice addict slut for the pleasure of any being associated with the Hutt gangster. The Emperor would be most pleased at this turn of effects.



Jabba looked down at his red-hair pet and suddenly had an idea. “Bib, do you think your treatment could work on my pet here?”



Hearing the Hutt’s words, Mara felt a sudden twinge of fear in the pit of her stomach.



Oh no.....





TO BE CONTINUED