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Crime Lord of the Empire	By : Semangelof Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 50098 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Princess Leia was returned to the throne room in a couple of days. She had heard the demise of a Twi’lek slave girl during her absence, and the harem girls had informed her that she already marked as one of the most murderous private pets in Jabba’s long history of slavery.
“I wonder why Jabba had even bothered to have your slit expanded for you.” Melina Carniss mused as she dragged the Princess by the leash. “He usually likes to rough them himself.” She flashed a smile as she suddenly shoved Leia against the corridor wall and violently inserted her finger into Leia’s cunt. The fingers met with surprising resistance.
“The art of science,” the Madam mused, withdrawing her fingers as she licked on the residue.
Leia glared at the harem Mistress, but Melina responded by giving a violent tug.
“You’re going to love it today. Today will be a great big party!”
The throne room was accommodating far more beings than usual. There was a definite vibe of excitement throughout. Melinda dragged the Princess up to the throne and bowed deeply.
“Exalted Master, the Slave Princess of Alderaan.” Melinda graciously handed the leash to Jabba.
“You have done well, my servant.” Jabba boomed. Leia looked up at Jabba as he eyed her body with a new found sense of desire. Just then Leia heard a frantic and familiar growl from across the room. Jabba yanked on the leash hard, sending Leia flying up to his dais. She climbed up to stand next to Jabba, facing him. Jabba enclosed his thick muscular arm around her waist as she turned him around.
He rumbled in a low growl, “Today, I break you.”
As if on cue, four Gamorrean pig guards dragged a Wookie out into the middle of the court floor. The wookie thrashed about madly, but he was manacled, and the guards were careful not to approach any closer. Jabba was quivering with delight as he ran his hand up Leia’s body, allowing her to watch as the guards forced Chewbacca to kneel before Jabba.
Leia was startled, to say the least. The pig guards cautiously brought the Wookie’s manacles to rest firmly on a steel frame displayed in the middle of the room.
“Chewie!!” Leia shouted, concerned. Luke had planned on entering the palace in only a few days, but it had already been two months. Lando had quietly told her that he had lost contact with Luke for about a fortnight. And Leia had not seen Lando as she entered the throne room. Jabba broke her concentration, as his hands slipped into her breastplate, roughly cupping her left breast. The leather strings that held her breastplate snapped, unable to withstand Jabba’s might, and fell to the floor with a clatter. Leia covered her breasts as Jabba continued to fondle them.
“Princess,” Jabba boomed. “You will walk over there and service the Wookie with your mouth and breasts.”
Leia immediately walked over to her captive friend. She leaned over, grasping his member to whisper to him.
“How’s Han?”
Chewie’s reply was discomforting, as he told her that they had been separated.
“Have you seen Lando?”
But before the Wookie could reply, they were interrupted by Jabba.
“As I see you have no intention to pleasure your friend, I will make you a bargain.”
Leia turned to look at Jabba.
“I will magnanimously forgive, Captain Solo, if you can get the Wookie erected.”
The offer seemed odd. “Don’t worry, Chewie,” she whispered. “It’ll all be over, and we’ll never talk about this, okay?” She offered him a comforting smile.
But Jabba was not finished. “You will have to hurry, Princess. Solo may have not long to live!”
Suddenly the secondary blinds that covered the grates to the dungeon monster below slammed open, and through the grates on the floor Leia could see a lone figure, blindly running around.
“Han!” Leia scrambled to the floor, trying to get the blinded pirate to look up. There was something odd about Han. The effects of carbon freezing should have long worn off, allowing him to regain his vision. But the space pirate seemed blind as ever, bumping into the stone walls once in a while, and tripping over the remains of dead slaves and beasts that adorned the floor. Leia’s voice could not make it loud enough through the jeers of the crowd as they demanded for blood sport.
Chewie’s voice, however, was different. The roar from the Wookie finally echoed down to the space captain.
“Chewie!” Han’s voice echoed back. “Chewie! I’m blind! They took out my eyes!”
Leia’s heart dropped and shattered. She tried to call out to him that it was okay. That they will nurse him back to health. That they were almost free. Perhaps it was better that he couldn’t see her when she worked on Chewie. She quickly turned to Chewbacca.
“Chewie, I need you to concentrate.” She whispered urgently, “We’ll get Han out of there soon, okay?” Chewbacca replied in the affirmative.
Leia gently held Chewbacca’s large member in her hands and closed her eyes. It was just like kissing, she thought to herself. She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his glans, letting a tongue out to peel the foreskin off. Chewbacca let out a wailing moan as her member soon began to expand.
It was just then that Leia heard a chilling sound of iron scraping against iron. Deep from down below, where the blinded pirate bumped aimlessly into walls, the cage of the monster was opening.
“No!” Leia screamed as she stared down at the monster emerging from its lair. The Rancor emitted a giant roar, deep in vibration that seemed to shake the bones of everyone in the room, physically. Dathomiri Rancor riders told tales that the Rancor’s roar was enough to paralyze the bravest of hunters. For Han Solo, below, it had literally thrown him off his feet.
“I told you to hurry.” Jabba chuckled.
Leia frantically turned to Jabba, begging with eyes full of tears. “Please, mighty Jabba, no.”
She rubbed her hands vigorously, pleading on her knees.
“Princess,” Jabba smoothly spoke, “You and I entered into a deal. You committed yourself to saving Solo with reasonable confidence that you could save him, when you first whored to the Wookie. Don’t make me stop you.”
Leia was wild eyed as she hurried to Chewbacca’s manhood. She grabbed it in place, frantically rubbing it with her palms. Chewbacca roared for her to hurry as down below Solo tripped over a skull and barely missed the Rancor’s razor claws.
But Adrenaline kills erection. Leia helplessly rubbed her breasts against the Wookie, not noticing that in her urgency, she was even urinating. What’s more, the crowd had begun to throw filth at her, worried that the Wookie might actually succeed in getting aroused.
“Please, Chewie,” she begged for his erection, to no avail, as Chewbacca frantically looked on to his partner being scooped up by the Rancor.
Leia was vigorously sucking hard on the massive penis, when she heard Solo’s familiar voice pierce through the noise of the crown in a heart rending scream. The sharp guttural shriek of genuine pain rang throughout the room and silenced everyone.
There was no more sound from down below, except for the monster hungrily devouring the remains of Han Solo.
Leia slumped down dejectedly to the floor as Chewbacca let out a high pitched wail.
Jabba seemed pleased at his display of cruelty so successfully tied.
“I will take the Princess in my private chambers.” Jabba announced, informing Melina to prepare her for the taking. “Skin the Wookie.” He added in an afterthought.
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