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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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Jabba the Hutt lazily fished out a drowning Nuchek from his water bowl. The frog like lizards sweated a syrupy venom that was noxious in the air, but rapidly dissolved in water into an acidic stimulant that he had come to appreciate. The stunted creature screamed as Jabba squeezed the animal dead in his fist to induce the most potent venom before popping it whole into his mouth.
Princess Leia was kneeling before him, facing him, with her head bowed in sorrow. Despite being heavily injected with sedatives she still managed to mourn the loss of her lover through the drug haze. A diamond Twi’lek, Lyn-me stood by anxiously to assist Jabba should the need arise to subdue the princess. Lyn-me knew that hidden in the alcoves were Jabba’s trained Weequay assassins who would not hesitate to incapacitate or slay both the slave girls should the need arise.
“An animal like you must be kept on a leash,” Jabba laughed, after swallowing the Nuchek. He tugged at the chained princess, knowing that she was deep in sorrow. “Stimulate her, slave.” He ordered Lyn-me. Jabba liked his slaves struggling when he took them. Hence, he never allowed the slaves to familiarize them to him, always keeping them on their toes either through the threat of death or torture.
Lyn-me hurriedly grabbed Leia’s arm to inject her with a stimulant. She was surprised as Leia managed to break her arm free. “Leave me alone!” she screamed.
Lyn-me was fearful as she heard a rustle of movement from the shadows. She whispered urgently, taking a vice like grip on the Princess, “You’ll get us all killed!”
Not waiting to see if her words had taken effect, Lyn-me plunged the syringe into the Princess’ neck. Leia felt dizzy as the drug spread through her body, senses waking up like shards of broken glass that scratched upon her skin.
The Hutt gave a sharp upward jerk, bringing the Princess gasping to her feet. Another violent tug spun her clumsily toward him, and she barely took balance by holding on to him. Lyn-me walked around the room to retrieve a short flayed whip to his waiting hands. Leia dropped her eyes to the floor, fearful of its implications. With his free hand he reached to an empty goblet and filled it to the bring with the juice of Nuchek venom and handed it to the Princess.
“Drink, slave.”
Leia received the goblet in trembling hands and peered into it dejectedly. She must have tarried for a while, as Jabba impatiently cracked the whip to her back. Leia placed the foul liquid to her mouth, closed her eyes, ignoring the rancid smell of Nuchek excrements, and swallowed. Han Solo was dead. Chewbacca was dead. Luke and Lando were missing. Their plan had failed. At least the assessment showed that there was no easy way to resolve this problem. Her mind became clearer as the Nuchek juice awoke her mind. She had been so drug addled by the injections that Bib Fortuna had wantonly prescribed, that she appreciated the clear-headedness the drink was providing her. She was surprised that she had actually emptied the goblet, turning to see a smug expectant leer from Jabba.
Tears suddenly returned to her eyes, now in more clarity at the view of the situation. Her tawdry dancing girl outfit seemed cumbersome and foul, and the ever open breeze tickling her sex from underneath shamed her to no end. Her sex, which had become the only thing that was keeping her alive, in contrast to Han and Chewie, was also her shackles that truly chained her to the Hutt.
Jabba stretched out his long reptilian tongue and sampled the tears running down her face.
“Slave, worship your God,” he commanded.
Leia was struck with confusion and smoldering hatred to the Hutt. But the Hutt barely registered her anguish and violently tugged her leash down, forcing her to her knees. His hand further clamped down on the nape of her neck to have her face nearly touching the base of the dais. Lyn-me smoothly glided over and gently reached in to under the folds of fat on the Hutt’s belly to teash out the largest penis Leia had ever seen. Jabba helped Lyn-me by slightly leaning back, and Lyn-me was able to produce a huge testicle sack as well as the full length of the member from beneath the Hutt’s gluttony. Leia’s mind went white as she contemplated the enormous member of the Hutt. It was a forearms’ length and an snakelike at first, but as it pulsated slowly, matching the Hutt’s hearbeat, quivering up and down like a ludicrous pendulum, its began swelling in width. Leia whimpered as she frantically shook her head.
“Please, no,” she cowered. Whatever brave spirit resided in the flaming heart of the warrior princess, she knew that Jabba would leave her body crippled by forcing her onto his member.
“You will learn to appreciate me, slave.” Jabba impatiently tugged at her leash once more. Beside her Lyn-me had begun to service the Hutt on her own, by gently waxing his member with scented oils from a nearby jar, often kissing the tip once in a while. Jabba cracked his whip violently across Leia’s back.
Leia leaned forward as Lyn-me lovingly handed the Hutt’s pulsating gargantuan phallus to the Princess, as if it were her child. Leia held the member with both hands, wondering what to do. Confused, she tried to massage it with her hands, as Lyn-me had done, stroking it up and down. The member began to respond to her administration, as it started to swell further in thickness, now a whole two inches thick. Another crack from the whip singed through the air, but it was Lyn-me who was struck.
Without a word, Lyn-me walked over to the Princess and began unfastening her breastplate, allowing it to fall to her elbows, as the Alderaani was busy massaging Jabba’s dick. Lyn-me then proceeded to unfasten Leia’s loin guard. Leia now felt the warm breeze of the desert tickle her fully exposed sex. Jabba leaned forward, as his giant member shot towards her face as well.
Without a word Jabba pulled her leash to posit her face before the tip. Leia closed her eyes in anguish as her trembling lips parted to let her tongue reach out. Jabba did not hesitate to pull her even further, and Leia thought that her jaw would tear off as the Hutt tried forcing his penis onto her mouth. He soon loosened up, and Leia understood that there could be worse in store for her if she hesitated any more. She began kissing the fleshy pillar, closing her eyes, forcing this memory into a deep and dark place. Her tongue flickered in and out of her delicate mouth, bathing it in a new coat of her saliva. The fluids allowed her to begin rubbing her breasts against it, allowing only the tips of her nipples to teasingly scrape against its surface.
She winced as the whip signed across the air again. But again it had struck Lyn-me, eliciting a whimper, this time, as it had struck her squarely on her sensitive Lekku. Leia was started as Lyn-me began gently painting Leia’s labia with the oils she used to service Jabba. An impatient tug on the leash plodded Leia to carress Jabba’s penis, now the length and size of a whole human arm. Leia felt like a miniature doll as she clung to his beast, rubbing her whole body along its length, as Lyn-me’s hand dance in and out of Leia’s womanhood.
“Keep going, slave.” Jabba growled, as Leia found herself unable to quicken her pace from the sensations Lyn-me was causing. She let a small moan escape her lips, cringing in tight anxiety as she confusingly tried to service the Hutt while suppressing her own arousal. Jabba chuckled briefly, but did not stay amused long. Defiling and shaming the Princess was one thing, receiving subpar service was a different matter. His leash hand pulled Leia back from his phallus, as his whip hand came down raining sharp acidic pain to her front.
Leia let out a scream, but this only caused Jabba to whip her again, and again, until her breasts were red and aching. Jabba discarded his whip as his hands roughly kneaded her aching breasts in perverse pleasure. Lyn-me, took over Leia’s abandoned duty, quickly disrobing herself voluntarily and rushing over to keep the Hutt’s member stimulated. Lyn-me carefully wrapper her lekku around his phallus as her tongue bathed him once more in sensual pleasure.
“Pleasure yourself, slave.” Jabba laxened his grip on Leia’s leash, allowing her to stand up. Leia was truly confused at this command. She had never touched herself before. She had always had better things to do with her time. But Jabba’s whip convinced her to become a quick study. Her fingers reached down to her clitoris as she began to tickle herself. An angry bored look crossed Jabba’s face.
“You forget yourself, slave.” He violently shook her leash, sending Leia toppling over. “You are a toy. I do not care for your modesty, your dignity or your dead friends I have fed to my beasts. You are not a Princess. You are a fuck puppet. A semi-life form whose sole purpose is to service me with your sex. You are a thing to be played with and discarded by my whim.” She was sharply pulled over, mere inches from his face. “Never forget your place, slave.” His massive hand struck her full in the face.
The words were the most painful torture of the night. Leia let her tears run down from her shamed face, not noticing that Jabba’s hands were roughly and violently showing her how to please herself. His tongue shot out again, unable to resist tasting the dew of tears collecting on the tip of her buds. Leia stood there, her mind broken, as Jabba’s hand roughly molested her sacred femininity careless and rough. When he felt she was wet enough from his touch, his giant tail shot out and knocked Lyn-Me from the dais. Jabba pushed Leia over to have her hold onto the table where the bowl of drowned Nuchek sat. Leia’s mind was already a blank slate when Jabba’s massive cock forced its way into her vagina. EV-9D9’s administrations had prepared her hole to expand to accommodate the girth of the Hutt, but it did not lessen the pain.
Leia did not howl. Leia did not scream. And Lyn-me watched in fascination as a blank and empty stare covered Leia’s face as Jabba violently and rapidly shoved himself on her, again and again. Blood trickled through the cracks, as even the drug induced expansion of her vagina did not prepare the Princess for the length that Jabba’s rage forced his ram into her soft body. But even then, Leia remained silent and blank.
Jabba’s tongue covered Leia’s back and then, turning her over, swamped her breasts in thick white mucus. Holding her arms with his hands, he continued to rage into her, unabated. Jabba reached out, furious as he tried to elicit a response from the Princess, he began whipping her again. Leia blinked. But the stare remained. Leia blinked her eyes throughout the pain, as she allowed tears to flow again. In her mind she bade farewell to her life, her lover, her friends, and her mission. Jabba continued to plough her, and to Lyn-me it seemed almost a full hour before he roared in rage and released his seed into the Princess.
He roughly discarded the Princess. Lyn-me hurried over to lick his member clean, taking care to swallow every fluid remaining. But Leia lay there motionless, staring into heaven. As Lyn-me finished cleaning Jabba, both the Hutt and his slave were surprised to see Leia perching herself up on the floor.
"You have destroyed my body, killed my friends, ruined my life, slug lord," Leia let out a clear laugh, shattering the silence, "But you have yet to conquer me. Vile thug, I am a Princess, not your whore. You are beneath me."
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