DrLW >> #2302155
Posted on 2019-11-24 09:51:45 Score: 7 (vote Up) ( Report comment )

"Again." Jabba grunted in Huttese. C-3PO translated his words, but it was pointless. Leia, no longer Princess Leia, but now just Leia, or "Slave/slut," as some of Jabba's men called her, knew what that particular word meant after so many painful tugs from her chain. Honestly, it wasn't the tugs itself that hurt her anymore. It was what they meant, and what they represented: Failure. More specifically, her failure. How could she have been so foolish to try to rescue Han by herself? How could she have been so reckless to try to rescue her equally reckless boyfriend by herself? Her brother-late brother, as a sob threatened to choke out of her throat, had warned her against doing so, stating that he had a plan to get them all out of there in no time without anyone even noticing. But now, her friends were dead, digesting slowly in the Sarlaac Pit's stomach, while here she was, dancing her nearly naked body to the jeering crowd. "More." Jabba grunted, and Leia didn't waste a second to obey her master's command. She no longer had the will to fight-no, that all ended the moment she watched her friends go into the belly of the beast. Whatever willpower she had in her died the moment she saw the consequences of her failure. Her bountiful breasts bounced in the harsh light as they threatened to fall out of their metal prisons again. Sweat dripped down her head and jumped with her nude body as her body began to warm up from the shame and from the climate, but instead of repulsing the crowd, it only seemed to excite them even further, their jeers growing louder and lewder as they began to demand for more skin.