Jedi Princess

STAR WARS - ROTJ Infinities: Jedi Princess
By The Great Shaggy


Chapter One: A Life without Meaning

Princess Leia Organa, former Imperial Senator turned Rebel Leader now a mere slave dancing girl, stood unmoving, her gaze locked onto the form of a black-clad prisoner who stood on the threshold of oblivion. Nestled ten meters below him, a beak-life appendage appeared out of the jagged maw that lay at the bottom of the loose sandy pit, opening and snapping close at sensing its fresh prey. Behind him stood a leathery-skinned Weequay guard, a force pike vibrating a mere few inches from the prisoner’s back. The prisoner glanced up towards the deck of the sail barge, and upon seeing the blue-white astromech droid, flicks a salute. Seeing the gesture, a panel slides open on the droid’s dome head to reveal the hilt of a cylinder-shaped object.

Drawing the microphone closer to his massive mouth, the crime lord Jabba Desiligic Tiure barked his final command. “Pa chobo!”

The Weequay pressed closer to the prisoner, preparing to force the black-clad man over the edge and into the waiting maw of the Sarlacc if he didn’t go willingly. Instead, he leapt off the plank and turned himself around in midair, catching the edge of the metallic board with his fingertips. Using the momentum of his fall and the bending of the plank, Luke Skywalker just had to use a little push of the Force to somersault up and over the head of the suddenly stunned guard and land squarely back onto the deck of the skiff by Han Solo and his loyal Wookiee companion, Chewbacca. During this feat, Artoo calculated his master’s trajectory and sent the cylinder-shaped object in his dome hurdling into the clear sky towards the skiff below.

Luke glanced up, caught sight of his lightsaber, and called it to his outstretched hand. But instead of landing squarely into the palm of his hand, it was suddenly jerked back towards the top deck of the barge. Stunned, Luke called it again, but still the weapon sailed back to the barge and into the waiting hand of a red-hair dancing girl. Seeing the dread-filled look in the young Jedi’s eyes caused a laugh to escape her crimson hue lips. Skiff guards swarmed towards Luke, weapons at the ready, to subdue the renegade prisoner. One of the guards, a Klatooine, shoved his vibro-pike towards Luke’s mid-section, causing the agile Jedi to drop and spin, planting his elbow into the backside of the guard’s head.

Welding not the choice of weapon he was hoping for, Luke pressed his attack on the skiff guards. Chewbacca roared as he struggled to free his massive arms from his binders as Han did the most sensible thing he could do to help; by dropping to the deck and getting the hell out of the way. One of the guards screamed as Luke managed to pitch one of them over the edge of the skiff and into the waiting Sarlacc maw below. A blaster bolt flashed passed the young Jedi’s head by a mere few inches. Whirling, he saw another guard collapsing to the deck, a fresh blaster hole burned clearly through the center cavity of his chest. Luke nodded his head towards the dark-skinned guard at the back of the skiff. Lando Calrissian didn’t bother to answer as he lunged himself at the rearmost guard at the controls of the repsulor-vehicle, grappling with him as the guard tried to clear his sidearm from his holster.

Aboard the gigantic Sail Barge, upon seeing the ensuing pandemonium Jabba began bellowing out commands to his minions causing a surge of armed guards to head for the exits that would lead them onto the top deck to deal with the escaping prisoners. Leia stood unmoving, watching the battle unfolding before her. Her companions were holding well with another guard plunging into the Great Pit of Carkoon when a blast slammed into the side of the tiny skiff, causing Lando to topple overboard, but managing to grab a piece of wreckage at the last second to cease his fall. She could hear his faint cry for help as another figure rocketed out of the sky and landed on the skiff below. Leia immediately recognized the armored figure as the Mandalorian bounty hunter Boba Fett as Luke whirled to meet this new threat, but hesitated to close with the bounty hunter as he aimed his blaster rifle at the young Jedi. Another blast from the barge’s deck cannon slammed into the side of the skiff near Luke. There was a brilliant explosion and Leia screamed as she saw Luke go pitching over the craft’s waist high railing into the pit below.

What happened next startled and horrified her at the same time. Fett immediately dove for the rail. Extending one of his wrist gauntlets over the edge, he fired his whipcord launcher at the toppling Jedi’s body, succeeding in wrapping the powerful cable around his right leg. Seeing his friend in trouble, Chewbacca let out a high pitch roar and stretched with every muscle he had, ignoring the blistering pain shooting up his arms until the stun cuffs gave way. Rushing over to the Mandalorian’s side, he grabbed his extended wrist with both of his paws and started to help haul the unconscious Jedi back up. Leia held her breath as the two unlikely of companions attempted to haul Luke out of the pit before one of the Sarlacc’s tentacles entangled him when another blast from the barge’s cannon struck the skiff directly behind Chewbacca and Fett. Dressed in his armor, which took most of the damage from the blast, Fett fell unconscious to the deck of the skiff, but Chewbacca and Luke wasn’t as fortunate.

With her eyes widening in absolute horror and unbelieving at what was happening in front of her, she watched as both of her friend’s bodies, one still unconscious and the other badly mauled by the blast, tumbled down the loose sandy slope and into the waiting maw of the Sarlacc. She felt her knees weakening as she watched Han jump up from where he was and rush to the edge of the skiff, screaming at the top of his lungs as he gazed down into the pit.

“Je killya hoohah pi uran,” commanded Jabba.

Although Leia barely knew any Huttese, she managed to pick up on a few words during her enslavement to the Hutt. Hearing Jabba’s orders, Leia whirled to face the Hutt, a sudden and powerful urge of anger over coming her that spar her towards the Hutt gangster. Grabbing the chain that enslaved her to the vile, bloated creature before her, she jumped over his body and swung it over the top of his massive cranium. Jabba’s eyes widened as the chain dug into the loose folds of his reptilian flesh around his neck. Leia pulled with all her might, even more so when she heard the deck gun firing again. Tears stung her checks, causing her mascara to run down her face, hoping that she could avenge her friends by killing Jabba before she was killed in return.

She took another long reach on the chain when the world exploded into a white hue of brilliant light. Her body felt as if it was floating and she heard distance laughing before the whole world around turned to darkness.
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The first thing that Leia heard as she returned to conscious was the sound of trickling water and the coldness of the damp ground beneath her. Allowing her eye lids to flicker open, she was greeted by more darkness and the dank smell of execrations, rotting flesh, mold, and mildew. Groaning, she sat up as she massage the back of her throbbing head, taking in her prison with the small amount of light that was filtering through the top of the rocky walls and the small slit in the durasteel doors.

A small shiver ran down the back of her spine and she covered what she could of her body with her nude arms. She found herself to be a bit relieved that she still retained the skimpy golden brazier, crotch guard with two pieces of maroon color lashaa silk, and a pair of purple jerba leather dancing boots. But then she realized that she no longer wore the slave collar around her neck. However instead of feeling relief, despair quickly set in.

Closing her eyes, she recalled the events that had transpired at the Great Pit of Carkoon in the Dune Sea. There was Luke, displaying full confidence in his plan and Jedi abilities to save his friends from a painful death in the bowls of the Sarlacc. His quickly executed somersault over the guard’s head back onto the skiff; ready to retrieve his lightsaber that Artoo had concealed in the interior of his dome. But he never got it. Something terrible went wrong at that point for just the way he grew desperate. She tried to hold back the tears that were forming in her eyes as she remembered her friends’ frantic, last stand on the skiff against Jabba’s guards; Luke still standing firm and resolve, Lando saving the day and trying to gain control of the skiff, Chewbacca keeping a blinded Han out of the way. But all of it was for in vain. She could still see clearly Luke’s unconscious form begin swallowed by the Sarlacc’s beak-shaped tongue, disappearing into a painful oblivion.

She couldn’t hold back anymore and let out a painful wail as she buried her head into her arms, allowing the tears to explode from her eyes. All her friends were gone and she was alone. Alone to face this nightmare which she found herself now in.
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I’m crazy.

The same thought kept repeating itself in her head as she snuck down the deserted corridors of the palace. Jabba’s entourage had returned just before dusk from the Great Pit of Carkoon and the palace was already in chaos from the near assassination attempt on the powerful Hutt gangster’s life by his new favorite pet as well as the botched escape attempt by the prisoners. She was there on the barge with the rest of the Max Rebo Band, watching the whole thing unfold before her own eyes. She even witnessed Leia storming over to Jabba and nearly choking him with the very chain that enslaved her to him.

To the Half-Theelin, Half-Human female dancer Rystall, it would’ve been an ironic end to Jabba; done in by the chain that had cost the lives of countless dancing girls during the Hutt gangster’s reign. Instead, the Alderaani girl was cast into the deepest dungeon in the palace awaiting her fate, her friends now being digested in the bowls of the Sarlacc, and not a friendly face amongst the horde populating the fortress.

Well, maybe with the exception of her.

Rystall had bonded with the Alderaani Princess during the first few days of her enslavement to Jabba; she’d helped her out after the Harm Madam Melina Cariss’ brutal preparation of her for presentation to her new master, being there to help teach her how to dance and stimulate the Hutt, and even warned her continuously of failing to give in to the Hutt’s advances. She listened to most of what advice she had given her. But she too, like the Twi’lek Oola before her, was stubborn at times. It was because of this nature that she had to endure many of Melina’s ‘Breakings’, the worse being that of the Gamorreans. She shuddered at the recollection of Leia being half carried, half dragged back into the harem after that ordeal and how it took all of the girls’ caressing and care to dull her pain both physically and mentally

Pausing at a corridor, she glanced down in both directions before proceeding deeper into the bowls of the palace. If Lyn Me knew what I was doing, she would’ve either stopped me or reported me to the guards without hesitation. That was the thought that worried her the most. One of her fellow dance partners in the band, the white-skinned Twi’lek Lyn Me had fallen head over heels for the Mandalorian bounty hunter Boba Fett and was viciously protective of him. When they’d arrived back at the palace, she immediately took him into her care and was now sitting at his bedside in the infirmary. She was blaming Leia for what had happened to Fett, even although it was his rashness in engaging the young Jedi and his friends that nearly cost the hunter his life.

Coming to the end of the passageway, she went down the curving set of stairs five levels before hitting the ground floor. Here, the dank smell of the Hutt’s worse enemies that had died in darkness, many still having their skeleton corpses littering the many dungeons, was the thickest. Hearing a voice, she halted her advance, praying that it wasn’t that of a guard. Instead it was the sound of a feminine voice weeping out loud. Carefully, Rystall made her way down the passageway until she stood in front of a cell door. Peering into the slit, she saw the Alderaan Princess sitting with her back against the wall with her head buried in her knees.

Glancing back down the passageway to make sure the coast was clear Rystall peered back into the cell and whispered, “Leia.” She had to repeat this three more times before the Princess’ head came up and she was shocked at what she saw. How long has she been crying, she wondered. “Leia, it’s me, Rystall.”

Leia didn’t bother to respond. Instead, she turned her back towards the dancer and buried her head back into her raised knees, weeping loudly. Rystall was taken aback by this and for a moment she thought about leaving. But then she remembered those long nights at the hands of the Black Sun Vigo on Coruscant and what Leia was feeling now. Then it dawn on her to see what had just happened to the feisty, stubborn Alderaani woman; after everything she’d endured from all of the ‘Breakings’, it took the death of her friends’ to finally break her spirit. And that realization pained Rystall the most.

“Leia, please don’t cry. You still have friends here.”

That got a response from her, but not the one she was hoping for. “What do you know about friends?”

Quickly falling back on the defensive, Rystall decided to play it smart. “I know a lot of being a friend to someone I hold dear to me. Although in a place like this it is hard for one to find such a person willing to become one.”

“I have no more friends here,” Leia quietly replied. “I don’t want to live this type of existence anymore.”

“You don’t mean that, Leia.”

Leia turned back towards the cell door and nodded her head. “Yes I do. I’ve lost everyone I’ve hold dearly to me these past four years. What else do I have to live for?”

“What about the Rebellion? I know you’re a leader in it. Doesn’t that count for something to live for?”

“The Rebellion has no hope now. Not without Luke.” She lowered her head and quietly muttered to herself, “The last of Jedi are now gone.”

Deciding it was best to change subjects, Rystall slid the small backpack she was carrying off and brought out a cloth bag. She was glad that it was small enough to fit through the opening in the door. “You must be hungry. I managed to get some food from the kitchen. It’s not much, I’m afraid, but I thought you might be hungry.”

“I’m not hungry.”

Lowering her head in defeat, Rystall took a deep breath to collect her words. “Please, Leia, you have to keep up your strength. Your life isn’t over, yet, you still have a future ahead of you.”

“And what might that be?” Leia snapped, hatred filling her eyes that caused Rystall to drop the bag into the dungeon and take a step back. “To be what? A plaything for that slimy Hutt’s entertainment or one of his lackeys? No, how about a Holovid Sex Star? Or maybe he’ll turn me over to the Empire and I can service the highest ranking Imperial officers that they like to do with capture female rebels?”

Then as soon as her outburst began, it ceased. Looking down, Leia shook her head. “I’m sorry, Rystall. I know your just trying to help me, and I thank you for that. But please, as a friend to another, forget about me and don’t risk your life helping me anymore.”

“You don’t mean that. Do you?”

Leia’s only answer was taking the small bag, nodding her thanks to the Theelin, and then retreated deeper into the shadows of the dungeon. Rystall stood at the door, watching in silence as the silhouette of the Princess slowly opened the bag and took tiny bits of the cold meat and bread that was wrapped inside the bag. She allowed a small smile to cross her face at the small victory she managed to win over the grieving woman.

Realizing that she’d been at the cell for far too long, she called out to the Princess promising she’ll be back later and took her leave without waiting for a response. As she hurried back to the upper portions of the palace, Rystall began to wonder if there was any possible way in which the Princess’ life might be spared. Or perhaps a way for her to help escape this dreaded place? So deep in thought she was she didn’t notice a red-hair dancing girl appearing from a darken archway behind her.
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Nosey little slave whore, the red hair dancer thought as she made her way down the corridor back to Jabba’s harem. A human guard winked at her as she passed a guard station, but she ignored him. She had more pressing matters to attend too then dealing with the scum that associated themselves with the criminal Hutt.

Entering the sweet feminine aroma harem, a pink hair girl immediately sprung up from the pile of pillows which she was laying on and rushed towards her. “Oh, thank goodness, here you are. We’ve been looking all over for you, Arica.”

Mara Jade, but whom everyone in the palace knew as the dancing girl Arica, sighed as she turned to the girl. She had a report to make soon and she knew her master wasn’t one to wait. “I’m not in the mood, Pink, for-“

But her words trailed off as the young girl grabbed her arm and hauled her back into the corridor.

“Hey. What’s the big idea?”

“You’re going to be late is what,” the girl replied. “And you know it’s not the wisest of choices to keep Jabba waiting when he’s this upset.”

Like I care what that worm thinks. “Late for what?”

Pink took a brief second to glance back at the woman she was dragging and gave her a pity look. “A private audience dance for Jabba.”

Mara felt the pit of her stomach tighten up at the mention of a ‘private audience’ dance. She had been sent by the Emperor to infiltrate Jabba’s court and to wait for the arrival of Luke Skywalker. Her orders were simple: Kill Luke Skywalker! So assuming the identity of Arica, a down on her luck dancing girl, she managed to get hired onto Jabba’s court a few weeks ago. Although she had research the Hutt’s criminal organization immensely, nothing she could’ve done could prepare her for the reality of being a dancer in the palace. She had refused at first to go along with the strip tease dances, group orgies, and sexual encounters that seemed to be the norm in the life of a dancing girl. But when her cover was almost blown by the Harm Madam she had no choice but to give in.

Since then she’d had lost track on all the services and dances she’d performed to the jeers of Jabba’s minions. But she also learned what not to do to fall into disfavor with the Hutt as well. Jabba always had a favorite dancing girl whom he chained to his side and always kept her with him on his dais unless he was conducting far too sensitive business that he trusted none of his lackeys with. When his favorite fell into his disfavor or he simply became bored with her, she was ‘retired’, the norm being fed to the Rancor that resided in a pit below the main throne room. Of course that was before Skywalker arrived and managed to kill the beast single-handedly without even a weapon at his disposable. Without a favorite now that Leia had attempted to kill him, Jabba would pick one of the girls from his harem that he most appreciated and called for her to give him a ‘private audience dance’, which simply translated into your either going to be the Hutt’s new plaything or tonight’s entertainment.

Only two dancing girls had gone through this private audience dance before while she’d been here: the green skinned Twi’lek Oola, who had quickly fell in disfavor with the Hutt crime lord after only a few weeks and was fed to the Rancor, and the Princess Leia Organa, who now was awaiting her fate in the dungeons below. If that blasted Ortugg had killed her instead of knocking her unconscious when she attempted to strangle Jabba then she could’ve been rid of this place. Instead she decided to remain in Jabba’s court to make sure the Princess was dispatched by the Hutt. Now she was regretting that decision.

Pink hustled her up the stairs and into the silent main audience chamber. There surrounded by a dozen armed guards of various species, mostly Gamorreans and Weequays, relaxed the bloated Hutt crime lord. Mara noticed that the region where his massive cranium connected with his slug-like body was unusually larger. Probably swollen from the strangulation of the chain, she figured. Besides the guards and the Hutt, only the musicians of the Max Rebo Band, Jabba’s majordomo the Twi’lek Bib Fortuna was present, and the very nervous golden protocol droid.

Jabba waved his hand and Threepio stepped forward. “The Great and Almighty Jabba the Hutt wishes to tell you that out of all of his favorite dancers, you are the one that has stood out amongst the rest. Therefore he has decreed for a private dance in his audience to deem if your worthy of such a highly regarded position.”

At that announcement, Pink patted Mara’s bare shoulder and whispered ‘Good Luck’ before taking her leave from the chamber. A cymbal crash three times and the band tore into Jabba’s favorite song. For a brief moment, Mara summed up the guards’ strengths and their exact position, calculating their response should she attempt to gain control of one of their weapons and attempt escape. Abandoning the thought entirely when she realized that without Skywalker’s lightsaber, which she managed to conceal on the barge for future retrieval so she could present it to the Emperor upon arrival on Imperial Center, the odds were heavily stack against her.

Highly regarded position my ass, thought Mara as she allowed her agile and nimble body to fall into a seductive from of Ek Nes, an ancient form of dance that originated in the Empress Teta system. Translated, it was called ‘Sweep’, for the dancer would move herself around the floor all the while keeping both her feet in constant touch with the ground. The movement of the dancer would consist of the swaying of her knees and hips while the upper body area would remain completely rigid for balance. The eyes would remain close and the head would not move in either direction. It was rated as one of the most difficult arts of dance to master in the entire galaxy for it required a high deal of concentration on the dancer’s part for the movements to flow smoothly like water with no thought that would cause jerky movements. However to one trained in the ways of the Force it was no more difficult then levitating oneself along with a room full of items.

Jabba watched in awe as the red-hair beauty seem to defy all universal physics by floating across the floor without even as a hint of hesitation. In all his years he’d seen many forms and art of dances used throughout the universe, but never before had he seen this. Her slightly tan, creamy colored skin seemed to sway like water; the royal blue cloth of her outfit seemingly to wrap itself around her lush form, never given the viewer a peek at anything she didn’t want to reveal; the shoulder length red hair twirled and blew as if a mysterious breeze had surrounded only her in the chamber.

Nobody said a word or even moved a muscle, their gazes fixated upon the dancing girl in the middle of the chamber; even some of the musicians had trouble playing their instruments. Jabba felt has tail twitching in excitement, so much in fact that it nearly knocked Salacious Crumb from his perch on the dais. The Hutt had never felt so much longing to taste and feel such a pretty thing since that cursed Alderaani Princess. Just the mere thought of the girl caused his swollen flesh to ache a bit more. He had toyed with several ideas of killing the feisty Princess, some even that would cause a few of his fellow Hutts to question, but he had other ideas as well then just killing her outright as he intended to do so at first. No, killing her would be too kind for her and neither would feeding her to the Sarlacc as he did with her friends.

He put the thought off to the side as he return his attention to the lush dancing form in front of him. To the spectators, it appeared that she was in a state of pure concentration, but in reality Mara was only drawing upon a little bit of the Force to maintain her rhythmic posture while she concentrated to establish a Force Telepathic link with her master.

She felt the bumps on her bare arms grow as she finally made the link. My Hand. Report your status.

Skywalker is dead, my master.

I know for I’ve sense it as I’m aware that Lord Vader has as well.

For a brief moment, Mara began to worry about the Dark Lord of the Sith. It was no secret to her master that he tried to recruit his son during their duel in Cloud City on Bespin to overthrow the Emperor. He denied it completely, but the Emperor had already sense it. It was for that reason that he’d bestowed the task to her to find and kill young Skywalker. But unlike the Emperor, Mara worried if she did succeed and Vader found out about the plot then what would he do? She’d heard of what had become of the head of the underworld crime syndicate Black Sun, the Falleen Prince Xixor, after Vader found out of his plot to kill his son.

Do you suspect that Lord Vader knows?

Don’t concern yourself with Lord Vader, my Hand. Now, what of Skywalker’s friends?

The smuggler and his Wookiee companion are both dead as well as that of the gambler. However, the Princess is still alive and a captive of Jabba. I’ve decided to stay here to make sure that the Hutt disposes of her accordingly.

Excellent. Make sure of it, my Hand. I’ll contact you again once the matter dealing with the Rebels is completed.

I continue to serve and obey your will, my master.

She felt the telepathic link break at the same time as she finished her spectacular dance by lowering herself gracefully to her knees and bowing her head. A thunderous applause rocketed throughout the chamber and she was surprised to see that everyone, including the guards, was applauding. After what felt like eternity, but was actually a few minutes, Jabba raised his hand and the room went quiet again.

His great voice started to boom and Threepio translated. “The Mighty Jabba the Hutt applauds your dancing skills and says he had never seen anything so graceful and beautiful as you were. You have earned your place by his side.”
Salacious Crumb broke out laughing as he sprung from the dais and ran over to where Mara knelt. He glanced up at her, cackled something unintelligent able as he grabbed a piece of the black, fishnet silk and began to pull it. Mara gasped as she felt the material fasteners break apart behind her neck, causing the whole outfit to start shimmering down her body. Slamming a hand down on her leg to stop her outfit’s slid, she raised her other hand to push the monkey lizard away when she felt a slight tingle on the back of her neck.
A hand brushed her hair away and she felt a cold piece of metal brushing up against her skin. Oh no, Mara thought as she turned to see Melina, who had appeared out of nowhere to snap a silver slave choker collar around her neck. But instead of fighting it as her instincts were telling her to do, she remained unmoving and slowly, but not deliberately, allowed Jabba’s court jester to win the pulling contest. The monkey lizard laughed, thinking it had won, as he pulled the upper portion of Mara’s dancing outfit away from her body.

Jabba licked his bloated lips upon seeing her nude chest and waved to Melina. “Koose chekta nei.”

Melina yanked the chain hard, causing Mara to stumble to her knees. “I told you were finally going to get it, Arica,” she growl towards Mara as she walked her over to the Hutt.

Taking the chain from his Harem Madam, he eagerly tugged on the chain to bring Mara up onto his dais where he took her into his arms. Mara wrinkled her nose at the repugnant smell of the Hutt’s skin, but refused the impulse to turn her head away in disgust. Smelling the sweet perfume radiating off her body, Jabba licked his lips before planting a sloppy, wet kiss squarely on the woman’s ruby colored lips as one of his hands groped her exposed melons.

Mara took the Hutt’s advances in silence, closing off her thoughts as he brought her a bit closer to him as his massive tongue slid wetly across her breast. Then she felt a brush of the Hutt’s slimy, reptilian skin across the inner portion of her thigh. Her eyes started to glance down when they shot open and she cried out in a mixture of surprise and blissfulness as the tip of Jabba’s tail slowly parted her pussy’s lips and entered her love tunnel, pressing onward towards the moist interior of her belly. Never before had she experienced something as massive as the Hutt’s tail that she bit her lip as tears of pain streamed down her cheek. Unable to hold back anymore, she screamed out in agony as Jabba laughed.
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Jabba finally allowed a lax in his security about a week after the assassination attempt on his life at the Great Pit of Carkoon, but not after he seemingly purged a vast majority of his enemies and advisers. The cleaning droids had been working overtime to clean up all the blood and remains of those who had fallen in the Hutt’s disfavor. As the band wailed away, Rystall took a break from dancing to glance around the court, noting all the familiar faces were now gone; the Quarren accountant Tessek was found to have bomb making material in his quarters and was dropped off in the middle of the Dune Sea, the Riorian Loje Nella was disemboweled after it was discovered that he was messing up Jabba’s accounting books on purpose, the female Ishi Tib Shasa Tiel was feed to a pack of Nekks after she sought to leave Jabba’s employment, Ree-Yees the drunken Gand finally had one too many drunks and was beheaded by Ortugg, the Yakora Saelt-Marae was ‘accidently’ killed but no one knew by whom, the Corellian spice trader Palejo Reshad ran afoul with the Hutt when one of his spice shipments didn’t make port and paid the ultimate price by being skinned alive, and Porcellus the Chef had finally been executed for attempting to poison Jabba. Even the golden protocol wasn’t immune to the Hutt’s wrath and had its memory erased and a new coat of paint that matched the Hutt’s skin applied to it

There were a fewer dancers now making their rounds of the court as well; Lyn Me was helping the bounty hunter Boba Fett recover from his wounds, Arica was now Jabba’s favorite who was currently stroking her shoulder-length red hair with a pudgy hand, Melina was ‘retired’ shortly at the beginning of Jabba’s purges, and Leia was still wasting away in the darkness of the dungeons. She continued to visit as often as she could, bringing her whatever food she could steal from the kitchen and talking to her whenever she could get words out of her mouth. It pained her to see her friend wasting away like that, but if everything she was planning to do went well then soon she’ll be free from this prison and its hellish nightmare.

For the last week she had been working on a way to get a message out from the palace and to Rebel agents, even more so when she overheard that the Empire had announced the deaths of her and her friends during an escape attempt from Imperial officials on Tatooine. Then she heard about a crushing defeat the Alliance had suffered above some planet towards the Outer Rim of the galaxy called Endor. The Imperial NewsVids were hollering about a sizeable portion of the Rebel Fleet had been drawn out into a trap and decimated by the Imperial Starfleet led by Darth Vader. The Emperor was claiming victory over the upstart rebellion and was promising a swift ‘mopping up’ action so peace once more could reign across the galaxy. Unwilling to believe what she heard, she managed to get a transmission out just last night on a secret comlink frequency that she had found amongst the possessions in the quarters of Lando Calrissian when he was moonlighting as a skiff guard in the vain attempt to rescue his friends from the Hutt gangster. The death of the charismatic gambler who had freed her parents and herself from a life of slavery to a Black Sun Vigo on Coruscant at the Great Pit of Carkoon had pained her deeply as well.

The Theelin’s attention was suddenly brought back to the crowd when Jabba barked for silence. A threatening hush fell over the room which caused the hairs to stand up on the back of Rystall’s neck. This only happened when a prisoner was being brought up from the dungeons below to meet their fate the Hutt had decided upon. Fixating her gaze to the stairwell, she hoped beyond hope that it wasn’t whom she might think it was, but her heart sank and she held a collective gasp as two guards carried in a weaken Leia and dropped her in a pile on the floor. Gazing at the once radiant Alderaani, Rystall couldn’t believe the woman laying on the floor was the same human woman with the most striking beauty she’d ever seen; her braided hair had fallen out and laid matted to her back, the different colors of mascara that had colored her face were now a jumble mess coating her cheeks and eye lids, her once cream-colored skin was now a grimy dull brown and black, and she looked like she lost at least ten pounds.

She didn’t bother to look up or even move so contempt with her fate that she no longer wanted to resist anymore. All Rystall wanted to do was run out and hold her in her arms, even if it meant death to her, but she didn’t for she felt the gaze of someone upon her. Glancing around for the source, she finally found it towards Jabba’s dais, but it wasn’t from the reptilian eyes of the Hutt, but from the emerald eyes of woman chained next to him, Arica.

“So, at last we have the Alderaani whore who attempted to slay me with the very chain that enslaved her,” boomed Jabba as Threepio translated to Leia. “A foolish attack, brave, but foolish. If it weren’t for your beauty and feisty nature when you were my pet then I would’ve let you waste away in my dungeons until you either went insane or died from starvation.”

Leia glanced up and spat towards the crime lord. “Save your admiration for someone who wants it, you worm ring filth. I’m ready to die so you’ll get no pleasure from my death.”

But instead of erupting in a flying rage, Jabba just laughed. “Death? If that is all you want from me then you are gravely mistaken.” He motioned with his hand and two guards hauled her back to her feet. “Oh no, my lovely Alderaani slut, death is not in store for you, at least not yet. In fact you’ll be spending a long time with my court for the foreseeable future. And no one is coming to rescue you either. Not even you’re Rebel Alliance.”

The lights then suddenly dimmed and a holovid appeared in the middle of the throne room. It showed a gigantic metallic moon that appeared to have been mined extensively for huge chunks were missing or carved out of its surface with a great depression towards the upper hemisphere. In front of it was an array of starships that were firing in all directions with tiny snubfighters zipping about in deadly dogfights with Imperial TIE fighters. Suddenly, about of dozen lances of green light appeared on the great depression and converged at a single point were an even greater lance of green energy radiated out of the center and was focused towards one of the starships, which immediately exploded into a fiery death. The holovid continue for a few more minutes, showing the moon destroying more and more of the warships before ending with a strikingly good looking anchorwoman.

“The traitorous rebel fleet was soon destroyed after that by a vanguard of Imperial Star Destroyers led by Lord Vader. The Emperor has claimed with this defeat that the upstart rebellion has come to a quick and decisive end. The Imperial Starfleet has begun mopping up actions as of this time.”

As the holo disappeared, all eyes turned to the captive rebel leader, who just hung her head in defeat. “Just let me die.”

Again, Jabba laughed and waved his hand to the guards. “Get her cleaned up. My sail barge departs in two hours.”

Hustling Leia away, Rystall watched them leave and hoped that there was still something left of the Alliance to rescue their leader. When the music and jeers failed to commence once the guards with Leia had departed, she turned back to middle of the room to see what else the Hutt had clearly planned. Then she realized that all eyes were suddenly focused upon her. She was a bit confused when two Weequays came up from behind her and grabbed her arms.

With a sense of panic overcoming her, she glanced back towards Jabba, who just laughed and waved his hand. Rystall fought with every ounce of strength she had as she was dragged kicking and screaming away. Behind her, Mara just smiled as Jabba slid a hand down the loose folds of her dancing outfit to cup her breast.
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Sealed in his pressurized mediation chamber, Darth Vader sat passively, his helmet removed, as he calmed his inner most anger and slowly reached out with the Force, feeling its life giving energy coursing around and through him as he became one with the Force. Since becoming the Dark Lord of the Sith, he rarely tried any of the Jedi techniques that his old masters had painstakingly taught him during his tutelage. Now, even more desperate to find his son and not wanting to believe what his master had told him, he decided to return to the old ways, hoping that by calming his anger he might be able to sense his presence.

He felt his scared lungs straining for a breath, even in the pressurized chamber, causing him to focus even harder to force air into his destroyed lungs while keeping his concentration on his Force search. Trillions of sentient life forms trickled into his subconscious which nearly overwhelmed Vader at first until he remembered to narrow his search. He knew his son presence was a brilliant speck in the Force and he concentrated on finding that spot. Stars and planets wiped passed him as he probed deeper, but still nothing. Then he felt something he never felt before; a stab of agony through the Force, followed by a cry, and then nothing.

Focusing his search on that sudden cry, he strained with all his might to find it and then, for a brief moment, he felt his son’s presence flair in the Force as bright as a supernova before it dimmed into nothingness.

No. Not his son, too.

The Dark Lord attempted to find his son presence again but felt his concentration slipping as he felt a new presence entering his chamber. Slipping out of his concentration, Vader redound his breathing mask, taking a deep breath of filtered air into his scared lungs as the upper portion of his mediation chamber opened with a hydraulic release of pressure. Leaning up against the wall with his arms folded across his chest stood a human dressed in attire that some of the scum of underworld would find pleasing. He was well built with a strong upper torso and jet-black hair that was pulled into a tight pony tail that ran down the entire length of his back.

“You summoned me, my Lord,” he inquired.

Vader rose from his chamber and motioned to the man. “Come with me, Jix.”

The smaller man fell in slightly behind the towering Sith Lord as he followed him out of the chamber and down the corridor. They walked in silent, but Jix didn’t mind it at all, after all he’d been serving as a special operator for the Dark Lord for almost four years now, not that he had a choice in the matter. Wrenga Jixton, a former Imperial Gunnery Sergeant known to his comrades a Jix, was part of the task force that was sent to Falleen to accompany Darth Vader’s experiment there. After the experiment failed, Jixton was court-martial and sent to Kessel, but he quickly escaped from the prison complex and became a mercenary. He again encountered Vader several years later on the planet Aridus, where he had been hiding from the Empire. During this time, Jix had befriended the native Chubbits.

When Vader was nearly killed in the explosion of the Iron Tower, Jix found him and would have killed the Dark Lord in revenge, but decided against it rather than risk the wrath of the Empire. Jix loaded Vader's body onto a starship and set out to deliver him to the Empire, but Vader awoke and realized the situation. He offered Jix the chance to return to Aridus without fear of Imperial pursuit if he agreed to do whatever the Dark Lord needed. Jix was forced to agree to the deal, and he became an effective agent of Vader's.

The pair finally stopped on a balcony overlooking Imperial City. Jix had to admit that the sunset was unusually pleasant and colorful for a change, something he hadn’t seen in almost three years. Then to his surprise, he watched as the Dark Lord of the Sith actually reach out and grasp the balcony’s hand rails as he gazed up into the darkening sky. In all his years and private conversations with the Slayer of the Jedi, he had never seen him act in such a way before.

“Jix, I have a special mission for you,” he finally announced.

The man nodded his head as he figured as much but said nothing.

“I want you to locate and report the whereabouts of the rebel Luke Skywalker. You’ll have any resources that you request at your disposal.”

“Isn’t Skywalker reported to have been killed on Tatooine, my Lord?”

“Then I suggest you start your search there.” He turned to face the man. “I don’t care how long it takes or what you have to do to find him, but I want him found. I will settle for nothing less. Do you understand?”

Jix nodded. “Have I ever let you down before?”

The man didn’t even bother to bow as he spun on the balls of his heels and took his leave from the Dark Lord’s presence. Vader watched him go in silence, knowing if there was one being that would uncover the fate of his son it would be him. And if his son was truly dead he then promised he would seek complete revenge on all of the guilty parties involved no matter what the cost was to the Empire or the galaxy.
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Streams of sweat ran down Leia’s entire body as she sat sweltering in the cell aboard Jabba’s sail barge. She was still dressed in the same skimpy slave dancing outfit, which had been cleaned and polished while she was bathe and made to look magnificent again by the slave girls in the harem before begin escorted to the barge by the guards that had accompanied her. She tried not to dwell upon the memories of the last trip in the same barge when she felt the great vessel slowing.

The door to the cell flew open and the two same Weequays stood at the opening. One motioned towards her, but when she failed to move, he stormed in and hauled her to her feet. The two guards proceeded to half shove; half prod her down the main central corridor that ran along the entire length of the sail barge. Entering the main chamber in the aft of the repulsor vehicle, she was pushed to the center of the floor where she stood facing Jabba. The Hutt boomed out a command and his motley crowd made a small opening towards one of the opened viewports. Leia took a glance towards the viewport and back to the Hutt who waved his hand towards the portal. She stole one more glare at the Hutt and the smirking red hair human woman she knew to be Arica chained to his side then made her way to the portal.

Glancing out into the brilliant sunlit exterior, it took a moment for his eyes to adjust, but when they did the scene that greeted her caused her to gasp. Jabba had taken her back out to the Great Pit of Carkoon where a lone skiff hovered directly over the maw of the Sarlacc. Held suspended above the pit on a winch dangled a naked and helpless Rystall who was screaming at the top of her lungs as two of the creature’s tentacles attempted to grasp her kicking legs.

“Damn you, Jabba,” she hollered as she whirled to face the Hutt. “Let it be me out there. I’m the one here who wants to die, not her.”

But the Hutt just laughed as Threepio again translated. “As I told you beforehand, my pretty one, that your fate will be different. But as for your friend’s fate, she betrayed me by trying to contact your rebel friends as to your whereabouts. This treachery could only be dealt with in one way, however only your next decision that you will have to make will determine her fate as well as yours.”

He motioned with his hand and a guard opens a comlink and spoke into it. Rystall screamed even louder as the winch dropped her a centimeter closer to the wavering tentacles below. “The winch has been pre-programmed to drop your friend a centimeter each minute. At the current rate of drop, she’ll be within reach of the tentacles’ grasp in two hours where she will either suffer being ripped in two or the winch cord will break and she’ll be pulled into its waiting maw.”

Leia bit her lip as she glance back out at Rystall and then back to the Hutt. “You said something about a decision that I have to make to save her. What is it?”

Jabba grinned as heed motion to her. “Come here and I will tell you.”

Unease about the whole thing, Leia had no choice but to accept. Approaching the bloated gangster, she stepped onto the dais and into Jabba’s waiting arms. He leered at her as his hands tore the golden brazier from her chest and the crotch guard.

“Oh dear,” Threepio moaned. “The mighty Jabba the Hutt has declared that....you’ll no longer be needing your clothes.”

Jabba’s tongue slithered out of his mouth and licked hungrily on her fully formed melons. Leia felt the rough, bumpy edges of the Hutt’s tongue stimulating her nipples, causing them to harden and ache as the Hutt slapped her firm, round ass hard as his gave his ultimatum.

“Princess Leia, Jabba says to save her you’ll have to please his entire court before time expires. But I must confess that I don’t know what that implies.”

But Leia did as her eyes widen as she stole a glance around the chamber to see not more than fifty beings of different species waiting for their turns. Jabba laughed upon seeing the horrified expression on the Princess’ face as he roughly shoved the tip of his tail into the warm folds of her pussy. The Alderaani cried out, but didn’t fight as Jabba rammed as much of his appendage into the woman’s belly before pulling out and slamming it right back in. The crowd of onlookers cheered and started to play with their own organs as the crime lord rode the helpless slave girl on his tail.

Screaming out, Leia felt her pussy spasm as an orgasm shuttered throughout her body. Jabba felt it too as he quickly removed his tail and spun the Alderaani slave girl around where he dove his rough tongue into the loosen folds of her quivering pussy, lapping up her warm honey nectar. Leia gritted her teeth as she felt the oncoming of yet another orgasm and cried out again as a stream of pussy juices rolled onto the Hutt’s waiting tongue. Satisfied, he unceremoniously dropped Leia in front of his dais and leaned back to watch the fun.

Leia could not have been on the ground for more than a mere few seconds before she felt someone pulling her up onto her knees before ramming its hardened rod into her oozing love tunnel. It felt as if he couldn’t hold it any longer for he slammed his own hips against her ass in a frenzy of motion before he groaned, releasing a tidal wave of hot semen deep into her belly. Pushing off, another member of Jabba’s unruly court rushed up and took its place at her rear, but instead of shoving his dick into her pussy, she felt the other orifice of her bottom groaning in protest as it slowly expanded to acuminate the width of the tool. Gritting her teeth, she lower her head as tears streamed down her cheeks only to cry out as a Gamorrean nearly tore the pony tail off her head as he jerked it back. The pig guard didn’t wait as it shoved its wart covered rod into her moist orifice, causing her to nearly gag as the tip of the penis threaten to slid down her throat.
Shutting her eyes, Leia abandon all thought as her body’s orifices and breast were continuously abused as tears rolled freely down her checks.
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Beads of perspiration ran down Rystall’s light purple-reddish skin as she cried out in alarm again as she felt the cable drop her a little bit closer to the wavering tentacles below her. The creature must’ve given up its attempt to wrap one of its appendages to drag her down into its beak-shaped maw, which had disappeared back into the rows of jagged teeth. So now she just hung over the abyss, completely weaken from the ordeal of trying to keep her legs from being caught and dragged down to her death.

She stole a moment to glance up at the sail barge directly in front of her, wondering what was happening to Leia within the vessel; was she being forced to watch her death? Was she being beaten by the guards? Or was it something else entirely more cruel and inhumane that Jabba had devised for his own amusement? Not like it matter anymore as she glanced back down to the wavering Sarlacc’s appendages. Soon it’ll be all over. All she was hoping for was all those stories about the Sarlacc’s victims slowly being digested for over a thousand years were nothing more than rumors and legends.

As the time passed so did the water in her body as the binary suns slowly baked her skin. For the last six feet she drifted in and out of conscious when she suddenly felt something grab a hold for her leg. She immediately came back to full attention and glanced down to see that one of the longest tentacles had wrapped around her ankle and felt it tugging her downward. Her primal instincts immediately kicked in and she frantically kicked her feet to loosen its hold, but the more she struggle the more pressure she felt being applied to her ankle. With panic welling up inside her, she let out a blood-curling scream as she lost all control over her body functions.

A small stream of yellow liquid shot out from between her legs, splashing harmlessly against the dried out skin of the appendage, which suddenly let go to her surprise. Staring down, she stared in silence as the beak mouth appeared and opened, allowing its tongue to flicker across the urine that rolled along the tentacle. Then two more tentacles immediately converged on Rystall’s legs. Crying out, she tried desperately to avoid them by swaying back and forth, pulling her legs up closer to her body to stay out of reach of the converging dried appendages, but she had been lowered enough that both had no trouble grasping both her legs.

She grunted in pain as both tentacles pulled her legs apart to expose the bottom of her pussy directly underneath the beak mouth, which opened and closed with sudden anticipation. For a moment, Rystall thought that the creature was going to split her in two and drink her spilled blood. But when the longest of the Sarlacc’s tentacles began to sneak up between her outspread legs towards her hovering crotch she suddenly had a terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Her eyes widen with horror as the she felt the dried skin of the appendage brush the tips of her love lips, causing her whole body to shudder violently, more from fear then pleasure. Breathing heavily, Rystall watched as the quivering snake-like piece of flesh slowly withdraw from between her legs for just a brief second, as if it was thinking of what to do next, before suddenly snaking back up to her exposed pussy. The Theelin tried to jerk her body away, but the two other appendages and winch kept her held in place as the dried flesh parted her love lips and pierced the smooth interior of her sweet cunt. Rystall gritted her teeth as her pussy lining secreted vast amounts of juices to lubricate the rough, sun baked surface of the Sarlacc’s tentacle as it pressed ever further into her stomach.

Crying out in extreme pain, Rystall was begin to wonder if the creature was going to drive the tip of its appendage completely through her body and out the top of her head when it start to withdraw about halfway and then came shooting back into her womb. Slowly it repeated the process until it was nothing but a blare of motion that rocked her entire body. Never before had she felt something more frantic and driven as her cunt was abused by the Sarlacc until she screamed at the top of her lungs as she felt the biggest orgasm she ever experience was coming. The creature must’ve sense it too for it quickly withdraw its tentacle and spread her legs even wider as Rystall’s body convulsed and a flood of steaming pussy nectar exploded into a shower storm from her aching cunt and into the waiting mouth of the Sarlacc, which lap up every morsel.

Hanging her head as her chest rose and fell at a pace she never felt possible, Rystall glanced up back towards Jabba’s barge and silently cursed the bloated Hutt and his entire species as she felt the appendage once again entering her aching loins.
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Lying on her side with her ass raised into the air and resting her head on a set of colorful pillows with her arm draped around one, Leia glanced up at the encircled crowd around her as cum leaked from all of her orifices, streaming down her entire body after behind showered with buckets of cum from almost every male being in the crowd. She didn’t dare move for her anus had expanded so painfully that it was at least three times its normal size and her cunt at been abused so much that blisters were forming on her love lips from all the friction.

No tears ran down her face anymore for she had none left to shed. The wild fucking of the princess had set off a chain reaction amongst the motley group. Many of the other dancers that had been allowed to come along on the trip were now either sandwich on the floor between two to three guards, bent over pieces of furniture, or having dicks rammed down their throats. Even Arica was lying spent on Jabba’s dais, fingering her cunt as the Hutt’s tail roamed freely on her body, coating her skin with a trail of bluish-green slime that ooze from its pores.

Jabba then muttered something to the red hair slave girl, who immediately rolled off the side of the dais and crawled on her hands and knees over to Leia’s side. Gently, but with enough of force that cause a tidal wave of pain to race through her entire body, Arica lifted Leia up onto knees and then to her feet. Draping one of the Princess’ jism coated arms over her shoulder; she guided the captive rebel leader over to the viewport. Leia suddenly forget all the pain that rack her body at the sight that greeted her.
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Groaning in pain, Rystall let her body shutter just briefly as her cunt expelled a little bit more of cum onto the quivering tongue of the Sarlacc. She was now in the open mouth of the Sarlacc, its tongue probing and licking her crotch after every morsel of cum that she expelled from her aching loins. But with each orgasm that rocked her body, less and less of the steaming nectar flowed from her love canal into the Sarlacc’s waiting mouth. Her body was nothing more than shears of pain and she had lost all feeling in her crotch area.

Finally she felt the tentacles that held her, the winch cable had long broken, started to ease up and unfurl around her legs, causing her to slide into the open maw of the Sarlacc. She took one, brief last look up into the sky and at the barge. For a brief moment, she thought she saw Leia standing by a viewport, but her vision grew dark as the mouth closed and she felt a new stab of pain as she plunged into the moisten interior of the Sarlacc’s bowls.
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“No,” whispered Leia as the Sarlacc’s beak mouth consumed Rystall and disappeared back into the center of the jagged rows of teeth.

Her knees felt like water and she collapsed to the floor, dragging Arica down on top of her. Mara brushed the Princess’ pony tail away as Jabba barked a set of commands, wishing she could tell the rebel bitch who she really was and that everything that had happen was because of her. Instead she slowly stood back up and stepped off to the side as the two Weequay guards gathered the Princess into their arms and dragged her away.


TO BE CONTINUED.....