Thursday, 19 December 2019

Jaina Solo - Return of the Hutt.

In honor of the last Skywalker being released here is a Star Wars story from my archives that I never posted.

Jaina Solo is on a mission to determine what is happening to relief supplies. It is there she discovers the appearance of a Hutt long since thought dead. A Hutt with a score to settle and a plan. Can Jaina escape? does she want to?

I hope you enjoy this little surprise in honor of the movie being released. If only they had followed the Expanded universe stories and not tried to make up their own stories.




Jaina Solo, Sword of the Jedi, Fighter pilot and Colonel in the Galactic Alliance sat in a dank and poorly lit area in the seediest sides of her father's homeworld of Corellia. The war was over for months now and her squadron had been disbanded as they all filtered back into civilian life. The war with the Vong had cost much in life and material.

She had accepted an offer from the higher-ups to continue in the military to act as a point of contact between the Jedi and the military. Jaina had argued that there were other members of the order and even a couple on the council who would be better but they had argued that she represented the New Jedi Order.

As a young Knight and accomplished war hero, she was seen as a guiding light to many. Her uncle and even her brother had suggested it might be good at least for the short term to remain with the armed forces, perhaps fearing she didn’t know or want to live without a conflict of some sort or another.

Around her were people from all sorts of species. She sat alone on a bank of chairs at the back of a large room. From here she could see the whole room, it was full of people. Going about their business which in this place was gambling. In her eyes, she saw at least a half dozen illegal games in operation, not to mention a few wanted criminals. When they saw her and realized who she was, they turned and quickly escaped from the premises. Even as a Jedi who wouldn’t have pursued, Jaina was here on behalf of the GA government for a more important matter anyway. She was meeting with a local who they had identified skimming from the top and bottom of relief shipments that were being shipped out from the Corellia system.

Always a healthy disdain for anybody or thing from outside their system, this particular Corellian was probably thinking it was within his right to take. Jaina had been tasked with seeing to it that he stopped. She was sure it had something to do with her family’s history with the underside of the galaxy and her Jedi skills.
A large Selonian female with scars on the side of her head down to her hip approached. This was the one that had shown Jaina to her seat initially which Jaina felt was about a day ago.
“The Master will see you now” The Selonian who had never identified herself gestured for her to follow.
With all the calm and grace of a Jedi and the testiness of a grin of a Solo she allowed herself to be shepherded into a back room. Walking into the room she noticed immediately the change in décor and atmosphere. This was a well lit and well-furnished room, something straight out of her Uncle Lando’s mind, Jaina thought.

Directly in front of her was a man behind a very large desk. It seemed to be made of some sort of wood that had been stained a deep dark red. It was a stark contrast to everything else in the room which was light and welcoming. The man himself was bald and overweight but dressed as well as money and his physique would allow.
“Ah Jaina Solo, Or is it, Colonel? Or even Mistress Solo now that you are a Knight?” The man asked as she took an offered seat in front of the desk.
“Colonel, in this respect, would be appropriate, since I am here on behalf of the Galactic Alliance”
“Very good. I am Servie. I brokered the deal with your government to ship the supplies. How may I assist you?”
Jaina looked at the man through the force and found a degree of fear there. That was most common when people met a Jedi but there was something else there. She couldn’t quite identify.
“Well to put it simply. A lot of those supplies are not reaching their destination” Jaina reached out with her senses to gauge his reaction and found a shiver of fear running through him. Jaina gave him credit nothing on his face gave the fear away but there was a slight nervous tap on the desk that had started.
“As I am sure you know Colonel these things happen in shipping” Servie tried to explain.
“Of course and a normal amount is to be expected. This is far more than that. I believe you are either behind it or know who is. You are obviously familiar with me and my abilities. Also, you probably know that I have had my share of exposure to the underside of civilization. I have Aunts and Uncles who were at one time or another involved in shall we say questionable business. I have no problem with people doing what they do. I have a problem when they get greedy. I am also not here to arrest you. I just want it to stop. So let us get to the root of the problem shall we?” Jaina kept her gaze on the man who seemed to relax under the questioning.
“I tried to stop them but they were most persistent and violent”
“Who?” Jaina demanded.
“Jabba” Servie whispered as if uttering the name would bring him doom.
The name was of course very familiar to Jaina but surely she thought it wasn’t the same.
“As in, the Hutt?” she asked.
“The very same”
“What do I look like to you Servie? Jabba the Hutt is long dead. My mother killed him herself years before I was even born. Uncle Luke blew up the barge he was on. There was nothing left”
“He survived” Servie gasped it out in a long breath.
“Tell me who is it, really,” Jaina moved around the desk and grabbed him by the collar of his very expensive clothing and pulled him up to her.
“I am not lying”
Jaina probed him through the force and found fear, mainly of her but no deception.
“HOHOHOHO” A large booming voice sounded from behind. Jaina turned to see a hidden door had revealed itself. She chided herself for not sensing anything but a wave of nausea came over her.

Looking back at Servie she was horrified to see he had produced some sort of injection vial and pumped it into her thigh. Jaina’s senses became bungled and she could barely concentrate. Her vision was beginning to blur, and when she turned back to the new arrival she saw a massive Hutt emerge from the doorway. So large was the Hutt that a floating platform was used to propel him forward. There were scars around his neck that looked old and worn.
“We had hoped it would be you they sent. I needed the extra time to make Jabba aware you were here” Servie said as he managed to free himself from her grip.
Jaina’s eyes focused on the Hutt. A protocol droid stood behind and off to the side of the giant Hutt. It looked like C-3P0 but it had dull red casing instead of the shiny golden ones her family droid had had for so long. It came forward and began to talk.
“Master Jabba welcomes you to Corelia and extends an invitation to join him,” The much too chipper droid said.
“I’ll have to decline. I am not feeling too well” Jaina managed with the infamous Solo wit.
“I am afraid it is not something you can reject Colonel Solo” The droid replied as the Hutt behind chuckled in his throat.
“Somehow I knew that”
Servie took hold of her arm and brought her over towards the Hutt. The smell was disgusting she thought as Jabba licked his lips as they approached. Whatever Servie had injected her with was beginning to wane as she had started to cleanse herself by sweating it out through the force. Thank you, Aunt Mara, she said in her mind for learning that technique.
“Master Jabba wishes for you to see this” The droid said as they reached the foot of the platform. It handed her a datapad with a live stream. It showed the race track just a few blocks away from where they were. It showed the various species and the sheer volume of the crowd before panning away to show bombs placed on various pillars and support structures.
“What is the meaning of this?” She demanded.
“My insurance policy” The Hutt answered through the droid.
“How so?”
The droid translated as the Hutt spoke.
“No doubt by now you are using some sort of technique to rid yourself of the paralyzer that Servie injected into you. Thinking that soon you will make your escape. Before you, you will notice another injector. I want you to inject yourself with it. Once you do the bombs will deactivate and self destruct”
Jaina noticed that at the ledge of the platform right at her eye level was another injector. She picked it up and examined it. It seemed larger and a little more complex than the one she had seen Servie use.
“What kind of drug is it?” Jaina asked bracing herself knowing she could flush that as well.
“No drug” The droid translated.
“Then what?”
“Correcting a mistake. Once before I had the last remaining member of the Alderan royal family in my service but in my hubris, I did not implant a slave chip. That chip would have saved me much pain and trouble” The Hutt used his hands to show the markings around his throat.
“A slave chip?? you want me to willingly inject myself with that. Those things are vile”
“Yes, a slave chip. You will inject or all those people meet their end” The droid translated with almost a merriness to his voice as if he were simply relaying the choices of ice cream available. Jaina found it insufferable but looking at the datapad and all those people she had a duty to protect them.
“I am a Colonel in the Galactic Alliance, A Jedi Knight but I am no royal. You have the wrong girl Jabba”
“HOHOHOHO” The great Hutt laughed.
“You are Royal of the new Galaxy, my dear. The Daughter of the princess and smuggler who saved the galaxy. The niece of the man who singlehandedly defeated the dark side and reignited the fire of the Jedi way. Not to mention what you have accomplished yourself. You are the very definition of royalty my beauty. With you as my trophy, my return to open business will be seen and heard”
“I am no one's trophy. I intend to stay that way” Jaina refuted.
“Then have those deaths on your conscious”
“No matter what I do you still have power over them, so why should I sacrifice myself?” Jaina answered. Her strength had returned, she felt as if she needed to she could easily break free and find another solution to the problem.
“You have had a good education and I understand your reluctance but as I said the bombs will self destruct. To show my good faith I will deactivate a quarter of them,” The giant Hutt said through his translator.
Jaina saw on the datapad a host of bombs deactivate and self destruct. Leaving only slight scorch marks were they once were.
“Very magnanimous of you Jabba but still I am not putting myself under your control. You and I know what those chips can do. With just a touch of a button, you could kill me and if I left the same planet you were on it automatically goes off and kills me”
“You are well versed with the chip indeed my young Jedi beauty. I offer then, my last compromise. I will deactivate them all now if you agree to inject yourself and become mine for a year. If after that you no longer wish to be so then I will release you”
“HAHA, a year?! You must be joking?” Jaina couldn’t contain her contempt for the very idea.
“The period of time is negotiable, of course,” Jabba returned and though it was relayed through the droid Jaina knew she had piqued his interest.
“A week,” Jaina said.
“Absolutely not. Far too short. Nine months” Jabba’s reply came.
“A month” Jaina bargained.
“Still far too short. Six months, that is my final offer. Accept it or I set off the bombs now” Once more the merriment in the droids tone and delivery was completely against the subject being discussed but Jaina looked at the injector and considered the ultimatum.
“Disarm and destroy the bombs,” Jaina said.
“Do you agree” The nasal tone of the translator droid relayed the question.
“Yes. Now do it”
“HOHOHOHOHO”
Jaina saw on the screen the bombs disarming and self-destructing. All leaving tiny little scorch marks were once there as a deadly bomb. Satisfied with the outcome and fearful of the future Jaina picked up the injector and placed it against her neck.
“Six months?”
“As agreed” The droid confirmed on its Master’s behalf.
“I would need some confirmation”
“Of course” The droid reached behind and took another data card and handed it to her. Jaina looked at it for a moment. It was a contract and release of information so that it was all at least consensual. Jaina read it thoroughly knowing all too well the deceptiveness of the Hutts.
“This still says a year,” She remarked as she read it.
“Oh terribly sorry. I will rectify it” The droid answered before Jabba could speak. Jana could hear a little chuckle in the throat of the great Hutt and surmised they tried to pull a fast one on her. The changes were made and Jaina highlighted a couple of other things that were changed quickly.

Satisfied and almost honor-bound to uphold her end of the deal she took the injector and placed it against her neck and depressed the trigger. She felt a slight prick to her skin and then the tiny microchip was in. The droid passed a wand over her neck and on a datapad held in its other hand, he entered the details of the new chip and who it was bound to. Jabba grumbled and Jaina took the opportunity to talk.
“Just so you know Jabba, I can understand everything you are saying. Your droid is not needed and his careful editing while charming and reminds me of home is not needed”
“HOHOHO an absolute surprise. I think you picked up some diplomatic habits from your mother” Jabba said in his native tongue as he told the droid and Servie who was still by her side to leave them.
“It’s always a good idea to see what is being said and what you are being told” Jaina acknowledged.
“Quite right. I appreciate you being honest with me. Which makes what I am about to do seem harsh”
Jaina was confused for half a moment before pain erupted through her body. She could feel it in the force a discharge of electricity through her nervous system that left her convulsing on the floor in a heap.
“That was not pleasant” She managed to say through clenched teeth as she regained her composure and got up on her legs.
“I will not ask for forgiveness, I had to make sure the implant was functioning properly” Jabba explained.
Jaina inclined her head towards him as she regained her full posture in a gesture of acknowledgment.
“I hope you are pleased”
“Quite. Though you took the pain very well. Much better than anyone else I have ever seen.” Jabba mused.
“I am a Jedi Jabba. We are built a little differently”
Jabba’s two big bulbous eyes roamed her body and for the first time, Jaina felt vulnerable.
“Yes you are, aren’t you. Were your mother was trained in self-defense and made her body into a very desirable physique. You have trained since birth and have a lean body full of muscle but not without losing any of your mother's beauty. It’s truly beautiful”
Jaina wasn’t sure if she could be insulted or flattered so she remained silent.
“Did you have any backup in place for the meeting?” Jabba asked.
“Not on-planet, no. If I ran into problems I was to send a message back to command” Jaina answered truthfully a little leary of the pain of the implant being used again so soon.
“Good, I assume you also have orders to report on a success”
“Yes”
“I imagine then that you will be recalled”
“Yes that’s right”
“We can’t have that now can we, your implant will detonate” Jabba mused.
“I haven’t been allowed to finish my mission either,” Jaina said.
“Oh, it was me who was skimming. I will stop now and Servie will resume the shipments. Your mission is complete” Jabba answered.
“I believe though you probably have some time stored up and they are probably asking for you to use your vacation time. I think it’s time” Jabba continued.
“That is entirely true” Jaina answered.
“Good. Now you will go back to your ship. Excellent by the way how you arrived. We still don’t know which ship you came in. Very well done. You will go back and report and request/demand your time for six months and then report back here. If you are not back within a couple of hours you will find the implant can be quite convincing” Jabba warned.
“I accepted the deal, I won't be just walking away from it Jabba. I will be back”
“Good to hear it. When you get back you will begin your service” Jabba responded as his platform moved back towards the hidden door he had emerged from. Soon he disappeared and Jaina was on her way back to where she had landed her freighter that she had brought to the planet.

***

Normally she would have cut a weaving jinking route back towards it but she knew it was not worth it. She would have observers following her and she knew any attempt to try and cut anything less than a straight path towards her ship and back would be met with scrutiny.
A straight path got her to her ship within a few minutes and from there it was surprisingly easy to contact her superiors and report success and request the time away. They had virtually bit her arm off to accept her request for six months away and even offered more.

After that, she contacted her Mom and Dad, Aunt and Uncle and her brother letting them know she will be gone for a while as she explained she felt she needed some time alone. They had all accepted the reasoning and wished her well. Normally Jaina would have been completely honest with everyone but she thought that with Jabba involved and the very nature of what she was expecting to happen was so personal she didn’t want her parents to know at the very least.

On that thought, she concluded it would be better to tell them all the same story and not force her Aunt and Uncle and brother into lying to her parents. Six months was nothing and she would be back home with no one knowing what had occurred.

The thought of even extending her stay with the Hutt never even entered her mind as she donned a hooded cloak, not unlike her Jedi robes, and left to go back to the waiting Hutt.
Again she cut a straight line back and was acutely aware of being followed by the same people as before. Not at all worried she noticed her new clothes gave her a little more anonymity in the crowds of the crowded capital. Entering the seedy casino/bar she was immediately shown to the same back room. There was no one in the room until the hidden door retracted and the Hutt’s platform with Jabba on top of came back into the room.
“Welcome back and with plenty of time to spare. Well done”
Jaina didn’t really feel that warranted a response.
“It’s a lovely little freighter your brought. I hope it can accommodate me”
“It’s small, only room for one cot and a fresher” Jaina answered.
“It has a cargo hold does it not?”
“Yes”
“Wonderful. We will wait here until the early morning hours when we can move unseen. Until then we will entertain ourselves”
“Fantastic” Jaina replied sarcastically much to the delight of the Hutt.
“Climb on top of the platform my servant”
Jaina didn’t like the idea of him calling her a servant but she had agreed to it and was certain she will be called worst. Getting that close to him as well set off alarm bells in her head but she was committed now.

With the grace of a warrior born she leaped onto the platform and looked at the massive Hutt. He was grossly large and slimy. His tongue almost continuously licked his lips in what Jaina thought was expectation. His big eyes took in the entire room and seemed to be entirely focused on her.

Jaina was uncomfortable with that and she squirmed a little under the gaze. To distract herself she had a look around the platform. It was pretty devoid of anything except for herself and Jabba. She stood in front of the Hutt whose eyes still roamed her.

To the back of the Hutt, she could see some sort of bag. It was large enough that it would have to be carried over her back and even then she thought it would reach below her butt. Jabba’s eyes tracked her own towards the bag and with a gesture, he indicated that she should take it. She reached behind with some difficulty and took it. Curiosity got the best of her and she opened it.

Inside she found practically nothing. At the very bottom of the bag was a tiny little bag. Pulling it out she eyed Jabba who gave away nothing with his gaze but a simple nod to open it. Inside she wasn’t sure what she found.

There were two items. One larger than the other but both relatively the same. A wide band of leather framed with steel all around. At the back, there was a clasp and a lock presumably to lock it into whatever position it went. At the front, there were strands upon strands of light yet rough chain dangling from the band. On the larger one, the chains dangled for about a foot. They were relatively compact on both items but when Jaina ran her hands through the chains they were coarse and moved around quite a lot.

Though each chain was coarse, they shone a brilliant silver. The smaller one was only smaller because the band was slightly smaller in diameter but everything else was the same.

Jaina was thumbing through them both when the realization hit her. It was an outfit. The larger one obviously designed to go over her chest with the chains dangling over her breasts barely concealing them if at all. The smaller one on her waist to give her some sort of coverage of her most intimate area. With that realization, she noted that the smaller one had nothing at the back so her butt would be permanently exposed.

The reality of the situation began to dawn on her as she struggled with the implications. Six months with the Hutt and he was certainly going to use all the time to get to know her body. She was most likely going to learn things about the Hutts she could have done without knowing before. Looking at Jabba he snorted and chuckled as if he could trace her train of thought as she discovered the uses for the items in her hands.
“Put it on,” he commanded.
Jaina looked at the Hutt and sneered a little but nodded her head in understanding. Her robe was an easy enough thing to discard as she pushed it up and over her head. She wore only a thin strapping for a bra and tight underwear that covered her firm and round buttocks. Both were in a smokey shade of gray that Jabba found to be far too plain for his tastes.

Jaina took a hold of the larger item designed for her chest and went to put it on. Jabba barked a loud rebuke at that and clearly wanted her fully disrobed. She had known of course that was what he wanted but she was seeing if she could get away with it.
“Fine,” she announced as she removed her bra, not bothering to cover her breasts. Jaina had grown up training to be a warrior and been through a war as a fighter pilot. There was no need for being bashful in either profession and had long since become comfortable in her own nudity with others.

Jabba was pleased by her apparent lack of shyness in front of him. He was also pleased to see that her breasts were round and firm and larger than he expected. Her areolas were no bigger than a coin with nipples that stood erect but not too far from her body. Attention focused on her chest he barely watched as she slid her thumbs into her underwear at her hips and slid them down.
Jaina wasn’t bashful about her chest but her pussy was another matter. No one but her had ever seen it since she became a woman, having never truly gone all the way with any of her romantic dalliances. Her hands briefly covered herself until she reluctantly brought them to her sides.

Jabba’s gaze now drifted from her chest to her pussy and again as pleased. Her pussy was tight and close to her body. Her labia lips were tight and guarded her most precious areas tightly. A full pubic mound of hair that was a little wild brought his eyes to it. Clearly, Jabba mused, she did indulge in some personal grooming down there but hadn’t had time to trim lately. It was a negligence that would be soon made right.

He luxuriated in her awkwardness as she looked at him, almost pleading him with her eyes to be allowed to cover herself or to just say something. With a wave, he allowed her to resume dressing herself in her new clothing.
Jaine picked up the larger item with the band and chains from the floor of the floating platform and opened it wide. She placed it above her chest and arranged it so that the clasp and lock would meet behind her back. The chains dangled over her nipples, stroking them stiff and erect to the point she was actually feeling a little aroused. Clicking the clasp closed she heard the lock automatically seal itself.

She looked down to see that the chains ended just about a half-inch below her breasts. Her nipples were constantly being teased by the coarse chains. When she looked down she could see that, as she swayed, a hint of her boobs and even her nipples would be seen. Such a tease, she thought and inwardly she smiled at the basic-ness of the design and the effect. She had to give it to whoever thought of it that it was ingenious.
Jaina bent down in front of the Hutt to get the other piece of clothing and noticed that the chains dangled right off the top of her boobs and would give anyone below her a total view of her breasts. The design was indeed very well done. Before she could pick it up Jabba spoke.
“Before you place that one on, my little Jedi servant, your pubic hair is in need of attention.”
Jaina was momentarily confused before she looked down and noticed that she hadn’t had time to trim it neatly in a while and it was truly to the point that she would have done something about it anyway soon.

Jabba handed her a small device she had seen and used one too many times. A personal groomer that would, when activated and set to a certain level, shear hair from her body at any level. She looked to the side of the device that would normally have the setting for how long she wished to remain after the trim and found nothing.
“There is no setting,” she questioned Jabba.
“HOHOHO no there is not. This groomer is designed for only one setting. Easier and avoids mistakes”
Jaina eyed the device suspiciously for a moment before with a shrug of her shoulders she activated it. These devices emitted a slight greenish hue almost like her uncle Luke's lightsaber but it didn’t extend more than an inch or so away from the device. With a practiced hand, she began to move it to her pussy. There was no fear of an accident the technology had been perfected centuries ago. It would only remove hair. She moved it over the first portions of her pubic hair and noticed they evaporated right away right down to her skin. Alarmed that this device would completely shave her she stopped and looked at the Hutt.
“Bald?” she asked. The great Jabba looked at his prize and with a lick of his lips nodded his head.
Not at all pleased but doomed to follow his direction Jaina reactivated the device and continued with her work. So sensitive to skin and hair was it that even a drunk uncoordinated woman would be able to use the device without any accident, Jaina moved with speed as she removed all the hair from her pubic area. Around her labia lips and even ran it back and around her anus to make sure she had down a thorough job. At the end of it, she looked down at her pussy as did Jabba.

Completely bald, her pussy was still tight against her body but seemed even more naked now. It felt as if it were highlighted, and her eyes kept drifting down towards it. Sure that was more because of the transformation than anything, and that with time she would get used to it, Jaina looked at Jabba as his giant eyes took in her pussy.
“Very Good. Now you may put on the bottoms” Jabba commanded.
Picking up the bottoms she opened them up wide and placed the band around her waist making sure that the chains were at the front to cover her pussy. Her bare ass fully exposed she clicked the clasp shut behind her and it automatically locked as well. Her freshly shaven pussy was covered, but barely by the dangling chains that just reached her thigh. Any movement she made would give all a brief glimpse but the sheer number of chains would prevent a clear view. Again she admired the design.
“Even late at night Jabba if I wore this in the streets there would be riots” Jaina stated as she twirled about in her spot on the platform. She tried to get a look at her butt, knowing full well it was on display.
“HOHOHO yes you are right. That is why you will be putting your robes back on for the walk over”
“You are not exactly inconspicuous either you know,” Jaina said which drew a couple of chuckles from the large throat of the Hutt.
“Again well observed and it has been quite some time since I have been seen so publicly. Perhaps something else is in order?” Jabba mused aloud.
“You wish to use my freighter so that I have indeed disappeared correct?” Jaina asked as she put her hands on her exposed hips, feeling slightly odd in doing so.
“Correct”
“Do you have a pad accessible large enough for it and able for you to get to?” Jaina asked as she naturally assumed a more leadership role. Jabba was amused by it but somewhat happy that she had adjusted so quickly to her new outfit.
“Yes I do”
“Good. Then I can use my beacon call that I have in my robes to summon the ship to use” Jaina offered.
“HOHO very good. In which case we could leave sooner and you need not don your robes once more. I assume they also contain your lightsaber and comm?”
“Yes that’s right” Jaina answered.
“I understand you would not like to part from them, but for the next six months, you will not need them” Jabba’s hands reached out and touched a small control panel that had been hidden by his enormous girth. He pressed a small switch and in between the two of them, and a small hatch on the platform's floor opened.
“Please place them in there until your time is up” Jabba gestured to the hatch.
Her robes had been left on the floor in a heap. Reaching down she took her lightsaber and comm from a hidden pocket inside her robes. The familiar weight and touch of her lightsaber in her hand brought warm feelings to her. For a brief moment, she considered using her skills to free herself from her consensual servitude and perhaps ridding the galaxy of Jabba before he could unleash himself upon it once more.

Duty and honor not to mention staying clear of the dark side forced the thoughts from her as quickly as they came in. The moment passed with Jabba unaware of the thoughts that had gone through her mind. She placed the items in the hatch and with a flick of a finger the switch was activated and closed. Jaina had withdrawn the beacon call as well and kept it in her hand.
“Good, Now the landing pad is a couple of buildings away but there is a network of tunnels we can use to get there. I must tell my associates about the change in plans” Jabba activated his own commlink that seemed to be wired into the console.
Jaina heard as he relayed the new commands and told them to meet at a planet she wasn’t familiar with. There appeared to be at least three ships plus her own that would be making the trip. She wondered just how many people were already involved in his organization.
“Excellent now we can make our way. By the time your ship arrives at the pad all clearances to leave should be acquired. Pesky Corelians love to smuggle but hate when it happens on their own world. So very touchy about unauthorized departures.” Jabba didn’t touch anything as he spoke but Jaina felt and saw the platform began to move back towards the hidden door.
In moments they were in what appeared to be a lift that served the door. Jabba pressed a couple of buttons on his console and soon the lift was descending. Jaina was sure it descended about fifty feet. The door opened to reveal a passageway barely wide enough for the Hutt and his platform. It was carved out of heavy stone with large gray arch placed to shore up support roughly every fifteen feet.

Jaina stood on the moving platform as it glided through the passageway. It was well lit and well maintained as they moved. There were a couple of doors seen on either side of the passageway that were double the width of Jabba’s platform. Clearly, this underground passage was designed for the Hutt.

They reached one that seemed no different than the others and stopped. Again a couple of buttons on the console were touched and the door slid open and revealed another lift. This one ascended a great deal of time until they emerged onto a landing pad that was on top of a building. It had to be one of the tallest in the capital city as she could see most of everything.
“Please activate your beacon”
Jaina thumbed the beacon and saw the blinking light turn on, indicating that the ship was on its way. A breeze at this height reminded her of her current attire. A shiver ran down her spine before she could activate a Jedi technique to help with the cold. There was barely time to think of anything else before the freighter appeared over the horizon and was landing steps from her.

Jaina jumped off the platform and walked to the freighter. On the outside on one of the landing struts was a hidden panel. She opened it and activated a series of commands that enabled the rear cargo hold hatch to open to the ground. Jabba took the opportunity to glide his way onto the ship with Jaina following.
The cargo hold was bare except for a couple of empty containers. There was plenty of room for the Hutt and his platform but as Jaina pointed towards the inner door that led to the rest of the ship it was not even big enough for the Hutt himself to slither through.
“That is fine. The journey is not long. Here are the coordinates for our jump. You will find that the ship has been cleared when you enter the cockpit. Please do not try to take me back home and have me arrested or some nonsense” Jabba warned ideally.
“I made a deal. As I said before I will honor it. I think the outfit alone proves my trust” Jaina said with sarcasm dripping off the last words.
“No, not yet, but soon. Now please be on your business and get us away from here. I have my prize and wish to play with it” Jabba ordered.
Knowing full well that she was the prize, Jaina cringed inwardly but walked out of the hold as ordered. The beacon call did a streamlined start of the engines and critical systems but she didn’t mind taking the time away from Jabba to make sure all was well with the system before she initiated departure proceedings.

Clearance was indeed already granted. Her ship ascended from the pad as gracefully as only a Solo piloting could manage.

Once clear of the planet's gravity, she noticed five ships were climbing from the planet in the same vector. Jabba’s associates, on their way to the same coordinates. The ship responded that the jump was calculated and soon they were in hyperspace. Jaina couldn’t find a good reason to avoid going back to the cargo hold after she confirmed the jump would take five hours.
Walking back into the cargo hold she noticed that Jabba had made him comfortable by placing himself and his platform on a sidewall. He seemed to be going over messages on his console as she approached.
“Jump is laid in. Should be about five hours,” she announced.
“Good. Now we need to start with your training. First, why don’t we discuss your clothing? There is a feature about it I don’t think you know. On the waistband at the front, there are three buttons built into it. If you feel for them you will notice one is central and the others are to its sides…...” Jaina felt around and did notice them on the band.
“Now if you press the middle one watch what happens” Jabba prompted.
Jaina depressed the hidden central button and immediately the chains that dangled covering her pussy moved up and surrounded the band, turning it into a metal belt and leaving her completely bare to all who would view her.
“Well that’s a neat feature,” Jaina said with sarcasm dripping from her mouth.
“Yes. Now, if you hit the one to your right,” Jabba said.
Jaina did as instructed and the chains moved from the band and went behind her and assumed a position over her ass. For the first time since putting it on she had coverage there but her pussy was laid bare.
“Handy. Let me guess, the left one brings it back to cover my front”
“Correct. Now there is another one on that band that is behind and just to your right of center.”
She fumbled for a moment and then found the hidden button behind her. Pressing it was easy, it brought half of the chains behind her to somewhat cover her ass but left half to somewhat cover her front.
“Great, a choice,” Jaina remarked.
“HOHOHO indeed. I prefer it like that. Gives me a better view but also a tease. Keep it like that for now”
“Ok then,” was all Jaina felt that comment warranted.
“Now to your top. There’s only the center button”
Jaina could guess what it did before she even touched it. Depressing the button caused the chains to form a steel band over the band leaving her chest bared to all or to the Hutt.
“Great,” Jaina remarked.
“It is, that. Touch it again and it goes back to normal. You may do so if you please but your breasts are delightful and deserve to be free”
“Well I don’t see that as an order so I think I’ll prefer to not be topless”
“I won't order it of you... Yet, pet”
“Don’t call me pet.”
“You are more than that but I am working you up to it. Make it an order then. Keep it the way you are”
“Fine” Jaina answered as she fought the urge to cover herself with her hands.
Jabba laughed at her discomfort.
“We need to work on your attitude”
“HA, many have said the same thing” Jaina replied.
In response, the implant flared to life. Jaina was on the floor of the cargo hold convulsing in agony within moments.
“I think you will find that my methods will get the job done”
The pain in her body prevented her from uttering a response. When she thought it was over it began again. Lightening pain raced through her body so fast and intense that all the Jedi calming techniques and ways to deal with pain simply vanished from her mind. She couldn’t think about them as she convulsed in pain on the cargo hold floor.

Jabba licked his lips as time after time he ordered the chip to flare and cause her pain. Jaina writhed on the floor losing control of her muscles and only retaining consciousness by sheer will.

Pain was nothing new to her but this was different. It was random in its predictability that every time she felt like I was over it would begin again. With the loss of control over her muscles, she couldn’t help herself as she relieved herself on the floor. Crying in pain and humiliation, Jaina could only manage small little pleads that were barely heard over her screams of agony.

Jabba saw her relieve herself and heard the pleads, he stopped the torture and licked his lips. His giant eyes taking in his prize still convulsing in pain on the floor. He had used this chip and torture on many and had never seen one lasting that long and retain their consciousness. Impressed, he allowed her time to recover.

Once she stopped convulsing, Jabba could see in her eyes her will coming back to her and strength radiating from her body again.
Jaina applied all the techniques she knew to rid herself of the pain and bring some life back to her body as soon as she was able to concentrate. In her darker days, she would have leaped on to the platform and threatened to take the Hutt’s life for torturing like that simply to prove his control over her. That was then, now she knew to accept and move forward. No matter how hard it was.
“Your tone and language need correcting first, slave” Jabba finally said as Jaina drew herself to her knees and found a rag to clean herself and the floor. Considering she had been angry at him for using the term pet for her she should have been enraged at the thought of being called slave but after that torture, she accepted it without comment.
Pleased by her reluctance to fight on being called a slave, Jabba continued.
“You will call me Master and adopt a more pleasing tone. No more sarcasm and snide comments. Do you understand?” Jabba ordered.
“Yes,” Jaina answered with all the strength she could muster in her voice. She kept her tone subdued though to show her acceptance.
Jabba enacted her chip for a brief moment and Jaina felt a touch of pain flood through her. She thought for a split second that she was to undergo more torture but it faded as quickly as it came.
“Yes, what? slave” Jabba warned.
Looking at the Hutt from the floor and him on the platform he seemed a very large figure, and with control over her slave chip, he seemed even larger. Jaina cast her eyes momentarily down before looking at Jabba. She looked up and straight into his eyes. With a subservient expression and resigned eyes, Jaina spoke.
“Yes, Master, I understand.”
“Good, good. Now if you can please rejoin me here on my platform” Jabba was obviously intrigued about how fast she could regain composure as it would normally take slaves hours to recover enough to run let alone attempt a leap onto his platform. He was most surprised when he saw Jaina easily leap onto his stage and face him.
“Excellent, you recover quickly”
“Jedi…...Master” She added in a submissive tone.
“Quite right. Now I would like to know about your sexual history. While you are telling me of all your conquests I want you to play with yourself for me”
The intimate act was really not something Jaina wanted to do but she had made the deal and had no wish to undergo that torture again at least so soon. With her right hand, she moved down to her barely covered pussy and brushed aside the remaining chains that covered her pussy and began to lightly tease herself with her finger.
“I don’t have much of a sexual history. I am a virgin” Jaina started.
Jabba’s eyes bulged at the casual admission and his tongue lipped his lips in earnest. His mind raced with the admission and laughed inwardly. Born of royalty and trained as a Jedi, this gorgeous beautiful young woman would be his. What he had planned for the next six months would open her mind to many things and he will have her. He was surer of it now than at any other time. He thanked his instincts and his luck in luring her to him. As his mind raced with these thoughts Jaina continued.
“I had my first kiss when I was I think twelve or so. It was a boy from the academy. At the time I thought it was gross and weird but I guess everyone thinks that” Jaina stopped as her fingers teased her clit and she felt a flush reach her cheeks. She was getting aroused and she wasn’t sure why.
“I haven’t done much more than kiss really” Jaina was unwilling at the moment to go further because the flush in her cheeks was spreading and she could feel that somehow someway she was getting really close to cumming. Jabba could see this as well in her stance and in her face and relished the conflict inside.
“Tell me all, slave,” Jabba said with a warning in his tone.
Jaina actually pouted for what she thought was the first time in her life. Another warning glance from the big bulbous eyes of Jabba told her she should start talking.
“The only other things are really personal,” She tried to buy time to work up the courage to admit such things to a vile Hutt.
“Good. Tell me” Jabba demanded.
“I have given two blow jobs in my life both during the war. I think it was more like blowing off steam between me and Jag. Jag was a fellow pilot who I worked with a lot during the war and still see occasionally”
“Did you enjoy it?” Jabba asked.
“Yes, I guess so. First time was weird but the second was enjoyable” Jaina answered as she continued to play with herself.
“Did he cum in your mouth or did he pull it out”
“First time he pulled out and got some on my mouth. Second time, he pulled out but not in time and I got some on my chin and a lot on my chest. I wasn’t topless at the time. I had to change my shirt” Jaina smiled and chuckled at the memory.

Briefly, she was happy for the change in concentration but her fingers never ceased. Her mind was immediately drawn back to the aching beginning to echo from her clit and pussy. She was close to cumming, unsure of how to feel about that. Standing practically naked in front of a Hutt and not just any Hutt but Jabba and pleasuring herself for his amusement.
Jabba caught the chuckle that the memory elicited from her and smiled inwardly. It wasn’t a humiliating experience for her, it was enjoyable and that was a great sign.
“Is that it?”
“For my sexual experiences? Yes”
“Good, not all used, which is rare and quite valuable in a personal slave. You understand that you will be commanded to do things you have never even thought of before? I will take your virginity. I will show you pleasure the likes of which you haven’t even dreamed of.”
“I have guessed that yes Master” Jaina replied.
The use of Master at that point was an instant turn on for Jabba and he saw as well that Jaina’s own fingers nearly caused her to cum at that exact moment. It was probably coincidence more than anything, he mused, but something to keep an eye on.
“How do you feel about that?” Jabba was curious as to the answer. Would she lie? He wondered.
“Not sure” It was an honest answer but not quite the one Jabba was looking for. He sensed though that it was perhaps as close as she could come to an answer right now. He wondered though, if probed further, what more would Jaina reveal?
“Explain,” he asked.
“I am on one hand repulsed and disgusted by the idea of you taking advantage of me and my body but on the other, my hand and fingers are playing with myself right now under your direction and I am so horny I want to cum.”
“HOHOHO excellent. I have a suspicion that you like it all. Tell me when you play with yourself alone what do you think about? Do you watch holovids? Look at pictures or just use that delightful mind?”
Jaina’s anguish washed across her face as she came in front of the Hutt. She was sure it was the line of questioning and the humiliating answers that she would reveal. Lying was an option she thought but for some reason, she ruled it out. Jabba once more licked his lips as the Jedi woman now his slave nearly fell to her knees in ecstasy from her first orgasm in his presence.
“I can’t answer that,” she managed to say while heaving for breath.
“You will,” Jabba warned.
“I use anything available, really. Never really used pictures but vids and my own fantasies sure” Jaina responded quickly remembering the shocks.
“Describe the last vid you watched” Jabba asked.
“……….. fine. I watched a video that depicted two women. One was a sub and the other was a Domme…….” Jaina didn’t have a chance to finish it as Jabba started to laugh.
“When you imagine it which one of the two were you?”
“The Domme” Jaina answered.
“Why?”
“Because I like to be in control”
“Yet you surrendered yourself to me. Have you ever imagined yourself as the sub” Jabba probed.
“Yes”
“Did you cum?”
“Yes, Master” Jaina said as she started to trace her finger across her clit. It was still sensitive from her coming earlier but she didn’t get a warning from Jabba and continued on. She knew the line of questioning was getting her hot again and despite herself, she was enjoying it.
“You are a very rare and special gift to me. These next few months will be glorious” Jabba declared as he watched her cum again and again. The scene was intoxicating, he longed to take her but he had to be patient.
A chime rang through the hold and Jaina looked up and frowned.
“Five hours already?. I have been pleasuring myself in front of you for five hours?” She exclaimed.
“Yes, you have put on quite a show” Jabba laughed as Jaina jumped off the platform.
“You should ask permission to leave slave” Jabba taunted as Jaina began to move towards the door.
“Sorry Master, may I leave?” Jaina asked.
“Of course. When you drop out of hyperspace there will be a homing beacon on the third planet of the system. Follow that in and you will be escorted in for landing” Jabba explained.
***
Dropping out of hyperspace she noticed that within a couple of moments the five ships that had followed her out of Corellia also dropped out and began accelerating towards the third planet. Jaina picked up the homing beacon and set course towards it.

The journey lasted close to another half hour as the ship lumbered through the system. The five other ships were smugglers ships she had determined. Far faster and nimbler then her borrowed freighter. They were on the planet a good ten minutes before she brought her freighter into a controlled land in a covered hanger. The roof had retracted when she closed on it and closed again when she landed the freighter.

Looking out the viewport she saw it was virtually abandoned with only a few containers laid about. There was some overhead lighting that at least illuminated the area but there was dust on pretty much everything. Shrugging her shoulders she left the cockpit after making sure the cooldown procedures had finished and locked down the controls.

Returning to the cargo hold she noticed that Jabba was now facing the ramp exit that would take him off the ship.
“Climb on board my platform after you open the hatch. Don’t worry about the ship it will be looked after” Jabba commented as Jaina went to a side console and inputted the commands to lower the ramp. The air inside was stale with dust but a little freshness from the recent hanger opening had taken most of the sting from their eyes.

Jabba seemed to be more annoyed by the environment than Jaina as she jumped onto the platform and stood next to Jabba as he came down the ramp. The hanger was as devoid of equipment and just anything as Jaina had observed from the bridge of the ship.

Jabba took his platform on a wide arch to clear the ship and went towards a wall. There didn’t seem to be anything there until they reached within a meter of it and it opened to reveal a lift. Just wide enough for the Hutt and the platform to fit through.

Jaina had to lower her head a little to clear the door but inside it was a tall lift. It descended a far distance into a passageway very much like the one they had gone through on Colreila. Unlike that one though there were no other doors until they reached the end of the passageway.

There was another door that led to a lift that then took them up. Not as long going up though Jaina noticed and they emerged into a type of room that Jaina had only ever seen in holos.

It was some sort of Dungeon. She saw all the equipment that would make one up. A cross, a spanking bench, numerous fucking machines. There was also a cage about six feet long by about four feet wide and four feet tall.

The room was absolutely massive. There was a hint of mold in the air that drew her attention to the far ends where she saw a large murky swamp. The lighting of the entire room was dim but not dark until it reached the swamp. There the light seemed to carry some of the muck when it reflected off of the dirty water, casting a darker shadow over the area.

It was also very humid in the room. Ideal temperatures for a Hutt and something Jaina would need to adjust to. Judging by the cage she would also be spending her time here. Looking behind her Jaina noticed that the lift had vanished and been replaced by a wall again that she would not have known was there if she hadn’t just emerged from it.

Continuing her scan of the room as Jabba moved the platform further in, she noticed a more common lift off to her right, next to a larger one designed for the platform that Jabba traveled with.

Jabba was making for the cage which Jaina noticed was up against a wall and behind that wall seemed to be some sort of shower and changing station. There was too much to take in as she tried to do just that. Her clit throbbed in need as she looked at the various devices and implements and she wondered why that was happening.

The platform stopped and Jabba motioned for her to get off of the platform. Jaina jumped down and looked back up at the platform.
“It’s been a long day for us both and being so long out of water makes me irritable. I need rest but you have been such a tease today. Place your top and bottoms into full exposure wrapped around the bands. I want to see all of you,” Jabba commanded.
Jaina did as instructed and she stood effectively nude in front of him.
“Good, slave. Now get into the cage.”
She had to get on all fours and crawled in. She was intimately aware that her entire backside and pussy were on clear display for the Hutt as she crawled away from him into the nearby cage. Going in head first once her feet passed through the entrance the cage door snapped shut and Jaina heard a magnetic lock activate.
“Now on your back,” he ordered.
Jaina found it hard but not difficult to go from all fours to on her back. She found it easier to grab hold of the bars at the top to give her hands something to do.

Jabba moved off the platform for the first time with surprising speed and grace. His large frame more than dominated her in the cage. He got so close his fat began to squish in some through the bars of the cage. His massive eyes loomed even larger as he looked down over her, so close the slime from him dripped slowly onto her.

He shifted around a bit so he was folding into the cage but his face still looked down at her just from a slightly greater distance. His tail was in between them, which he raised. Jaina could see it started to pulse.
“Such a tease today and so many orgasms. Don’t worry, we will work on that,” Jabba said but there was a strain in his usually controlled tone.

His tail began to twitch with the pulses and Jaina got a very bad feeling. It was raised and pointed over her and the cage, like some sort of showerhead. Then she started to hear a little grunting coming from his massive throat.

A torrent of white substance that Jaina knew instinctively to be cum began to bathe her within the cage. It smelled just as bad as the Hutt himself and stuck to everything. Jabba was a large creature, and him complaining about being teased took on another meaning as it rained on her for what felt like hours but soon enough she was coated in it.

There was a layer about two inches deep all around and inside her cage. Every portion of her skin and her long hair had been coated in it. She had shielded her eyes away from it as it came down but even that could not stop the splatter from neatly coating her face. Her hands still gripped the bars of the top of the cage and every few moments, cum would drip down from them on to her chest that was streaming with it.

Jaina was transfixed and wasn’t sure if she should break out and kill him, throw up, or just stay put. The indecision made the choice for her as she just lay there staring at the Hutt.
For the first time, Jaina saw a large grin appear on Jabba’s face as he moved closer once more.
“Thank you, slave. All your teasing really built it up. I suggest you clean it all up before it hardens,” Jabba laughed wildly with his large jaw open, clearly amused by the sight.
Jaina found her wits at his laughter and looked over herself. Revulsion boiled in her but she didn’t act on any of the emotions. A question plagued her mind.
“Clean up how?” she asked.
“With your mouth, slave,” Jabba answered with the large grin on his face.
“My mouth??!! I’ll put on like ten pounds if I could even stomach it all!” Jaina exclaimed.
“Human females find Hutt cum to be very light and I have seen slaves take more on their first try. I suggest you grow accustomed to it as Hutt cum is also a very good source of vitamins and protein for humans. It’s all you will have to eat from now on” Jabba chuckled.
“I am told it’s quite delicious,” he added with another laugh from his gut.
Jaina hesitated and stared with absolute hate at him. Jabba was momentarily scared until he realized she wasn’t moving. He knew she was considering her choices.
“Unless you would prefer not to eat and to spend the night in agony” His grin had turned into a sneer as Jaina acknowledged the implications of that threat.
“No Master,” She said.
“Good, then I suggest you start,” Jabba said as he lingered. Clearly he wanted to see the young Jedi start licking up his cum.
Jaina stared hate for a brief moment again before she brought her left arm down from holding the cage and began to tentatively lick the cum from her hand. It was indeed very light she had to admit and tasted very good. Her cheeks flared in embarrassment at that thought and she was happy they were covered in cum so Jabba wouldn’t see. She was certain he got the message though when she began to lick in earnest taking in the rest of his cum from her hand.
“Good, now before I retire there is one thing I need to tell you and another I ask of you”
Jaina was cleaning the cum from her left arm as he talked. Licking up and down and taking it all in like some sort of house feline.
“Your cage will remain shut until a fixed time. When it opens you will receive a short jolt to wake you. It is not painful, it is just to wake you. Behind the cage, you will find all you need to clean yourself. You are expected to clean and make yourself presentable for when I emerge from my slumber. Understand?”
Jaina was halfway through licking her arm when she nodded her head in understanding.
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. The thing I ask of you is simple. Thank me for your dinner” Jabba finished and stared down at the nude but cum drenched Jedi.
Jaina didn’t hesitate and knew the consequences if she did anyways and stopped licking and looked at Jabba.
“Thank you, Master, for my dinner”
“You are welcome, slave”
Jabba motioned as if he was going to turn and leave but a thought occurred to him and a slight smile spread over his lips again as he looked down on his prize licking away all the cum now from her other hand and arm.
“One last thing. Kiss my tail goodnight” He ordered.
Jaina’s eyes again momentarily flared with an anger that would scare anyone in the galaxy but it passed as her thoughts took hold. Jabba pushed just the tip of his tail through the cage bars. Stopping her licking for a moment Jaina looked at the tip which was still enormous and slimy and drying with cum around it.

Tentatively, she took a hold of it with her hands and then placed a delicate and unwanted kiss on it.
Jabba’s laugh and sudden movement kicked Jaina to the side of the cage causing the cum in there to slosh over her again.
“I expect it all clean by the time I make my presence known tomorrow slave,” he said over his shoulder as he slithered away towards the darker area of the swamp.
Looking over herself Jaina was dismayed to find the progress she had made in clearing the cum from her hands and arms had been undone by Jabba’s actions. Her thoughts dwelled on the humiliation of it all, often turning to the possibility of escape.

It would be a somewhat simple thing to do, she thought. If her freighter hadn’t been moved she could easily get back to it. The platform that Jabba used to transport himself was close-by. Her weapon was stored there.

Getting into it wouldn’t be a problem. Then she could cut a hole anywhere including into the lift to get to the passageway. On the approach in, she didn’t notice much in the way of defenses to keep her from obtaining a quick getaway from the planet.

Slick with cum though, she would still need to clean herself from this disgusting act. Or at least that's what she thought she should be thinking but the taste of it in her mouth was truly great. It wasn’t unpleasant at all and the feeling on her skin felt warm and creamy like some sort of spa. The stink was something else but like most smells, it was something she was getting used to.

Time in her cage seemed to be slowed right down as she just started to lick away everything. Looking at the mess she thought it would take all night just to do so. After she had decided that cleaning herself was futile until she cleaned an area clean and then could work from there she started to make headway.

Her tongue never ceasing to be licking up cum she took it in. Sometimes in great sweeps of her tongue and others in little licks. It was indeed airy as Jabba had said, she was licking for about an hour before she started to notice she was getting a little full. With only about half of it all cleaned, she despaired for a brief time before she continued on and got most of it clean before sheer exhaustion took her to sleep. Crunched in a ball in a side of the cage up against the wall she slept. Only a tiny puddle of cum remained just on the outside of the cage that was reachable right from where she crawled up to sleep.

As her body relaxed, her head dropped and finally within a few moments, it slid down the bars of the cage with her hair spilled out onto the remaining cum.

***
A short and controlled buzz echoed through her cage and startled Jaina awake. Confused and unaware for a brief moment she tried to stand up and was met by the bars of the cage keeping her inside. Using a swear word long ago learned from her father she rubbed her head and remembered her predicament.

Looking around and running a hand through her hair she noticed it was matted and an unruly mess from the cum and just from sleep. Though relatively dry the cum still felt a little slimy to the touch.

The cage door was open. Jaina crawled out and stretched her muscles as she assumed a standing position. It felt like she had been in that cage for days as she stretched out all the kinks and aches from her body. Her eyes roamed the dungeon but lingered on the platform.

Her lightsaber was within feet of her. She longed for it but she was resolved now. After last night's humiliation, she was sure there was nothing that could shock her. A stray thought questioned that assertion but she paid it no mind.

She walked instead towards the lifts. They were one of the only few things here that had normal brilliant lighting bathing the area directly around it.

There were no switches or anything to summon the lift. Usually, with this format, she could wave a hand and summon it but nothing happened. Must be controlled by his console, she mused. She was turning from the lift when she heard a sound coming from the swamp.

Looking over she saw the gigantic image of the Hutt emerging from the water. His hands creaked as he stretched his muscles. His gaze was focused wholly on the cage. When he noticed she wasn’t in it and the cage door was opened he looked around. Big eyes focused on her by the lift and he smiled.
“Good morning, slave,” he greeted as he slithered towards her.
Jaina was aware that her clothing was still locked in it’s most revealing positions as he came close. Also, she became aware that with her hair and little dried up patches of cum on her, she probably looked and smelled terrible. Jabba stopped inches from her, his massive head looking down on her.
“Good to see you awake and up but you did not clean yourself,” Jabba said in a harsh tone.
“Oh…. Sorry I forgot…” Jaina replied honestly before she hastily added, “Master.”
The addition of Master seemed to soften his face a little but still he seemed angry.
“You will be punished for that now then” His massive hands grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her away from the lifts.
Jaina thought to fight it and even to argue against it but she didn’t. She wasn’t sure if that was because she knew she deserved it or because she had agreed to it.

Jabba led her to the spanking horse and had her lean over it. She faced her head away from the Hutt as he bound her hands and ankles to the legs of the horse. Her ass was now fully exposed and up in the air for the Hutt. Jaina couldn’t see as he moved away and grabbed something before returning in front of her face. He carried some sort of whip but at the very fine end was a bulb that blinked a bright dark blue.
“This is my favorite whip. You will find it does not leave marks physically but the pain it induces has driven some mad after only ten strokes. I think for your forgetfulness and considering today marks your first full day as training we will go with five.”
Jaina was sure he was exaggerating with people going mad and nothing could be worse than the shocks. She steeled herself for the pain. Jabba moved behind her and uncoiled the whip. His frame was large and the whip was relatively short in comparison but he stepped back.

Unknown to most Jabba was an expert with the whip and had been training for years for just the moment he would get his personal slave before him. His first action tapped her butt with the bulb at the end.
“AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!” Jaina screamed in pain. Every instinct in her being told her to break free from the restraints but even if she wanted to act on that she was securely bound.

Her thoughts were still on escape when the second lashing landed.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Will you be forgetting your duties again slave?” Jabba roared from behind as the third lashing raked her backside.
She was wrong about the pain. It was far worse, Jaina was crying and sweating buckets from the pain. Every time that barb hit her flesh it sent shocks of pure agony through her entire body. If she weren’t buckled down she would have been jumping all over the place and not of her own accord. Three was all it had taken to make get her throbbing, aching and crying in pain. She would have done pretty much anything to have it stopped and she knew she had two more.
“I am in control now. You have none and you will learn to love it” Jabba said from her back.
A fourth strike landed on top of her butt. It didn’t matter where it landed, whatever that barb was designed to do it spread the pain throughout her. So much pain that she couldn’t even figure out where it was coming from. The only thing she knew was the point of contact that started it. Her screams left her mouth raw and her body devoid of any strength. She was almost entirely limp by the time the fifth strike landed and initiated more screams.

It felt like forever before Jaina could even lift her head. Jabba was in front of her. He must have returned his whip to its holding place as he was without it.

Jaina knew that she should have been furious with him for the whipping but she wasn’t. Weakness and exhaustion were the only things she could feel at the moment. Freed from her bonds she would have just collapsed to the ground if Jabba hadn’t moved to prop her up on her wobbly feet.
“Sh….sh….should…...k...ill…..you..” she managed to say.
“Oh? Why won't you?”
“Made…...a…….d...eal.”
“Not because you like being controlled?” Jabba teased as he walked her over towards the cage and behind the showers. Not bothering to answer the question she allowed him to manhandle her over towards the shower where she was dropped without much care.
“Clean up. The day has barely begun,” Jabba warned.
Barely any strength left, Jaina reached up to her hair to try and untie the knot she had placed in it a day or so ago. Strands of hair streaked with dried cum and sweat still streamed down her face made it more difficult but she did so. All under the ever-watching gaze of the large eyes of Jabba. With her composure returned, she flooded herself with the force to regain strength, while always keeping in mind what her Uncle Luke had taught about relying on the force for such things. Only in extreme circumstances or from time to time. It could become an addiction, also she didn’t want to show to Jabba that she could recover quickly. It would reveal what she actually was: a highly trained fighter.

With a little renewed strength she brought herself up to her full height, standing still beneath the Hutt. Looking at the shower she noticed with was just a showerhead placed centrally over a little depressed tiled pad with a drain. On the wall that the showerhead came out of just at about chin level was a shelf full of soap and shampoo and whatnot.

Directly below that was the controls for the shower which she took the opportunity to turn on. She looked around for some towels or something to dry herself but found nothing. Jabba moved himself a little as if reading her thoughts and Jaina saw a large vent underneath. Some sort of blowing device to blow dry her. Quickly done but not exactly energy efficient she thought for some reason.
“Now I will allow you a little privacy but you have wasted time this morning. Shower and make yourself presentable. You will find just a little further in, there are some perfumes and moisturizers to make yourself beautiful for me. I expect it. Understand?”
“Yes Master” Jaina said without comment or any other tone except the subservience she felt at the moment. The whipping had truly scared her and if all she had to do was to obey to avoid it again she would do so.
Stepping into the shower, she let the heat and warmth of the water garner new strength into her very being. Jabba slithered away and left her to her own devices. Selecting an assortment of soaps and shampoos she felt clean and refreshed within moments. Washing her hair with some unfamiliar shampoos and conditioners she found she loved the pampering.

Mindful of the time, Jaina finished and walked onto the vents which started automatically. They were powerful yet very silent as they dried everything, even her long hair which she now let run down past her shoulders in its full length.

Normally she would never have tried to blow dry her hair as it was too unruly and would always end up with laced with static, but not this time. There was a shine about her hair as well that she had always thought was there but couldn’t remember when she had lost it.

The vents ceased their operation and she stepped further into the room that was behind her cage. She saw a toilet and a wardrobe that was currently empty. It reminded her of the mockery of clothing that she wore that was just two bands around her right now. She activated the bands and set her bottoms to half the chains between covering her pussy and ass and the top to be covered. Pleased to see that they must have been cleaned in the shower, the chains still sparkled as she moved around.

There was a vanity with a seat and more makeup and accessories then she had ever seen and she had been to Naboo. Taking a conservative amount as she never did like using such things and not sure what Jabba would prefer she did herself up as she would normally. Just a touch of a natural shade for lipstick and plucked a couple of stray eyebrow hairs.

Mindful of the time, Jaina exited the area to see that Jabba had slithered back over towards the bondage horse. Walking towards him, she was aware that she as actually moving her hips a little differently. She wasn't sure why, but she went with it. Her attention was focused on the bondage horse more than anything. She did not want to experience that again. Thankfully he gestured towards the cross.
It was an ‘x’ frame with buckles to restrain her ankles and her thighs down on the lower frame. On the upper frame were two buckles for her wrists and two more that would go over her biceps. At the top, a span of material that looked like wood or made to resemble wood lined most of the frame. It connected the top two portions of the frame. It had what looked like a headrest in the center made of soft-looking leather.

“You look absolutely delightful. I like the natural look. It highlights just how beautiful you are.”
“Thank you, Master.” It was about the only thing Jaina could think to say to that but felt the need to respond.
“I think you know what this is. Place yourself backside in and place your limbs over the restraints”
Doing as she was told she turned towards him and stepped back into the frame. She spread her legs a fair amount but not uncomfortably so and placed them over the buckles for the restraints. Something activated within them, they uncoiled and then coiled around her limbs. Restraining her ankles and thighs against the frame.
“Ah before you do your arms and wrists my dear please adjust clothing to fully exposed”
Jaina depressed the required buttons and soon she was just in the two bands now covered by the chains. Fully exposed once again. She wondered why she even bothered to come out covered anyways.

Her hands and arms were soon restrained. Jabba licked his lips and moved away. He moved off out of sight again. Jaina settled her head into the very comfortable headrest she had to admit.

When he returned he had two items in his hands. One looked like a little disc. It had a blinking light on it and it was extremely small. It looked almost comical in his hands next to his large size. Jaina paid no more attention to it. Her attention was more focused on what he held in his other hand. Another device for torture, she knew. Some sort of riding crop. This one had small little bulbs like the whip but on each strand that made up the crop.
“Do not fear slave. These are not as painful as the whip” Jabba moved closer to her and seemed to grab ahold of the little disc-like device tighter. The hand that held it moved towards her exposed pussy, displaying a delicate and sensitive touch with his fingers while still holding onto the disc and the crop in his other hand too. His fingers moved to separate Jaina’s tight pussy lips. She shivered a little at the touch, not because his hands were cold or the environment was but because it was the first time someone besides her had ever touched her down there.

For it to be Jabba was humiliating, yet her clit still grew aroused at his slimy touch. That seemed to be what Jabba was after as he used a couple of fingers to isolate it between them and then moved the disc over it. It was larger than her clit and from her vantage point, she couldn’t see much else until she felt something pinch her clit. Her arousal went from a one to a five quickly and she struggled to adjust and calm herself down. Without even looking, she knew that something probably on the underside of the disc had clamped down on her clit. It was warm and getting slightly warmer and causing her to get more aroused without being able to calm down.
Jabba moved away, clearly happy with his device planted on her clit, and took up a slightly more distant stance from her but still very close. He stretched out the crop on both hands, letting each individual strand fall through his fingers as he looked at the restrained Jedi with glee. Jaina eyed those bulbs and cringed at the thought of the pain again. Hoping beyond anything that Jabba wasn’t lying and they were as painful as the whip. All of them together would surely kill her, she thought, trying to reason away the thoughts of the pain.

When her eyes momentarily locked with his, that was when Jabba chose to land the first blow from the riding crop. Across her chest over both nipples it landed, sending shrieks of pain through her but not nearly like the whip or the slave chip. Thankful for the small reprieve, another landed almost in the exact area. Though the pain was great she felt she could handle it a little more gracefully.
“How’s the pain now, slave,” Jabba seemed genuinely interested.
“A lot but manageable I suppose, Master” Jaina answered truthfully, not really thinking there was an advantage to be had in lying at this point.
“Good, let's see if the other part works”
Confusion for a bare moment through her mind before she remembered about the disc that was causing her arousal on her clit. Jabba wrapped her chest once more with the crop. Pain blossomed through her body as the bulbs caused her entire body to write in pain but she didn’t thrash about in her bonds like the whip nor was it enough for her to cry.

As the last of the threads and bulbs left her skin, the disc attached to her pussy activated something causing her a very short yet no less painful pain like the whip for only a brief moment. Jabba saw it flash through her and smiled at the result he wanted and expected.
“Good. Now when the crop hits you, slave, you will say ‘Thank you, Master’.”
Jaina had composed enough from the shock of the pain to nod her head in understanding as the next blow once more landed across her nipples. Lacing pain through her body again, Jaina was almost glad for the lesser intensity of the crop then what she experienced earlier. The crop was leaving her chest when she said the words.
“Thank you, Master” At the end of the last word the disc flared and for a brief moment again. Jaina tried to brace for the pain but instead, she felt incredible pleasure. The disc on her clit spread warmth through her clit and even vibrated a little, so much so that it brought her extremely close to orgasm.

In this state, she did indeed thrash in her bonds on the cross but in pleasure as opposed to pain. Her eyes and mind didn’t notice that Jabba was preparing to lace her chest again with the crop as he swung down and spread pain through her body, bringing her back to herself and hating that her bliss had been only temporary before more pain.

The threads left her breasts again and she expected and wanted the disc to flare in pleasure again but it didn’t. Pain for a brief instant spread through her instead. The sudden reversal sent her thrashing in her bonds though the pain didn’t last long enough to cause it. Frustration caused it more than anything as she screamed.
“WHY??”
“You didn’t say thank you,” Jabba offered as another blow this time just under her nipples with some strands even hitting just under her breasts. The bulbs activated and caused their lesser pain which Jaina rode out with relative ease.
“Thank you!” she screamed hoping for the pleasure instead of the pain.
Pain though did flood through her as the disc activated. Again frustration took over her.
“WHY?” she screamed again.
“You forgot a word,” Jabba almost sneered. His hand wound up again and the crop landed across her nipples sending pain through her once more. Jaina didn’t wait this time.
“Thank you, Master!” she yelled and was rewarded with the disc releasing its warmth and vibrations through her. So exquisite was the pleasure that Jaina was forced into cumming. In her bliss induced mind she was sure that was the first time she had cum from anything other than her own thoughts and actions.

Blow after blow the crop landed across her chest and Jaina got into the rhythm. She never missed out on saying thank you and being rewarded with pleasure.

The disc adjusted as well. Sometimes being more about the vibrations to generate an orgasm and other times being about the induced heat to guarantee the orgasm. The odd time she would forget to say it because she was still recovering from an orgasm she would be reminded by the intense painful shock. Miss a word and the same thing would happen.

Jabba continued for close to half an hour never letting up. Blow after blow, thank you after thank you until it was a mantra within her. For every orgasm she thanked him. For every time she disappointed him by missing a word or the whole statement she was disciplined. At the end of it, her breasts felt sore but there as no marks to speak of. Jabba slithered offered and with a delicate touch lifted her chin so she would gaze up at him.
“Good slave.”
Jaina was recovering from her last orgasm but managed to smile at the Hutt. It was genuine. She had never felt so good after all the orgasms. It was almost addictive as she wanted more. His other hand reached down and cupped her pussy. The disc shifted a little but did not give up its grip on her clit as he traced a finger along her lips. The touch was so delicate and intimate that she would have forgotten it was a Hutt doing it if it wasn’t for the size and smell being so close.
“Did you enjoy that, slave?”
“Yes, Master” Jaina answered honestly.
“Good. Time for another lesson then” Jabba stepped away from the bound young woman.

Crop still in hand he stepped away but not as far as he was when he was whipping her breasts. He left the crop in an underhanded position and swung upwards with the bulbs raking across her pussy. The disc remained clamped on. Pain from the barbs of the crop ached through her but she was getting used to it, even enjoying it because of what happened next as she said the words again.

“Thank you, Master!”

But what happened next was pain as the disc struck deep into her with a quick shock to her clit. Jaina gasped and moaned, her body buckling with need.
“This time you will say ‘my orgasms belong to Master Jabba’. Do you understand?”
Recovered from the brief flash of pain and still aroused from all the orgasms, Jaina nodded her understanding. Jabba nodded and she braced for another hit to her pussy.

The Hutt delivered. Threads wrapping around her pussy and ass and some even hitting the small of her back. Pain laced through her as she said the words.

“My orgasms belong to Master Jabba!”

Immediately the pain stopped and pleasure coursed through her body. Again the whipping lasted an hour as she stated the new mantra over and over again. Jaina had lost count of the number of orgasms while he whipped her breasts and now the added ones from him dealing with her pussy. Her body ached with exhaustion and need for more orgasms as he finished. She sagged in her bonds, certain she couldn’t hold herself up without the bonds keeping in her position.

Jabba approached, licking his lips. He had returned the flogger to where it had come from and now reached out with a hand and touched her breasts. Each touch was a little spark of agony and pleasure to her twisted body.
“How do you feel, slave,” Jabba said as he playfully twisted a nipple.
“Tired, exhausted” Jaina admitted.
“Good. Tell me, who owns your orgasms?”
That mantra came back to her and automatically she responded. “My orgasms belong to Master Jabba”
“Excellent. Now hold onto me for a moment”
Jaina wasn’t sure what he meant until he bonds released and she found her legs couldn’t sustain her. She fell forward and landed on his shoulder. Without thought of who he was or his slimy self, she grabbed hold. Her belly and upper chest were instantly covered with slime.

He hefted her around so her face and body were facing upwards. He flipped her on his shoulder so that her face was facing upwards. All she saw was the dark reaches of the roof.

Before she knew it he had placed her wrist and biceps back into the restraints on the frame. Her ankles and legs next. Her face should have been in the headrest but he wooden looking bar that connected the frames at the top had lowered. She stared back into the dungeon but in her state, she was barely able to make anything out.

Her rear end now faced Jabba, whose tail she could see just slithering away.
A blow landed square across her buttocks and for an instant Jaina sweated as she wasn’t sure what to do or say. The pain crashed through her as it erupted from the disc. Every time it seemed Jabba wanted to remind her just what was in store if she disobeyed. By this time of the day and with all the orgasms she had had from obeying, he didn’t need to remind her but obviously, he felt the need to.
“For each stroke to this beautiful behind you will say ‘My body belongs to Master Jabba’. Understand?”
“Yes, Master,” Jaina said while nodding but unsure if he could see the nod.
For another three hours, Jabba landed blow after blow on her rear end. Never leaving a mark but always giving a jolt of pain when she didn’t respond quickly enough.

When he was done he released the restraints and Jaina slumped to the floor, beyond tired and beyond horny. She had so many orgasms that her entire lower half quivered in pain with every little action she tried to take. She couldn't even raise her head let alone her body from the floor.

Jabba stood over her with a smile on his face never ceasing to lick his lips when he thought of what he was going to do with her and what he already had. With an arm, he pushed her towards the cage so that she could see it.
“Crawl to it and rest for now” He ordered.
Jaina, with no defiance even possible in her state, couldn’t find the energy to act on the order right away. Jabba stood patiently watching as she recovered some strength. With an effort that looked heroic, she propped herself to all fours and began to crawl, albeit very slowly, towards the cage.

Each time she stopped to gather some more strength, Jabba would allow it for a brief second before he swatted her ass in an attempt to start her on her way again. Always fearful of that whip now, Jaina would continue with whatever reserve she had to eventually get to the cage which had remained open. She crawled into it. When the last foot had cleared; the cage door slammed shut and locked behind her.
“I have business to attend to. You won't be bothered here but for a droid or two perhaps,” Jabba said as he peered down through the cage bars. In her weakened state, all Jaina could think to do was to nod her understanding before a thought and a physical need rushed to the surface of her thoughts.
“Water, I need water, please,” Jaina croaked out of a dry and parched throat.
Jabba looked down at her and laughed.
“You will get something to quench your thirst. My cum is all you need slave”
“I don’t need food Master” Jaina offered but Jabba was already raising his tail and with delicate care and precision he came into a tiny puddle in the side of her cage.
“Did you not find yourself without a need for drink when you were eating last night slave? It does more than feed. Now drink up, eat up whatever you may call it but it is all you will have to sustain you. I have plenty for you, HOHOHOHOHO you teasing little slave.”

Jabba slithered away completely happy with himself as Jaina bent down in the cage and began to sip at the cum. Once more it was not a chore to eat or in this case drink as she took it in. Her thirst fulfilled she settled into a nice spot in her cage and fell asleep.
***
No shock or anything woke her up. Instead, it was the familiar strains and gears of a droid walking past her cage. Her eyes shot open and saw a very regular servant droid. Trillions of them used all over the galaxy. Jaina had taken apart and rebuilt them before she was ten much to C-3P0’s dismay. It’s shuffling feet as it walked past her cage has woken her.
“Droid, what is your name?” She called but it refused to even acknowledge her. Time and time again it walked past, seemed to be restocking her washroom area with shampoos and what not and also tidying the dungeon. Each time she called out to it she got no response.

Once the droid looked finished with its work, Jaina was concerned it would leave. Not that she could do anything with it but she was hopeful for any other sort of contact. To her surprise, it walked towards her and it’s mechanical voice finally spoke.
“Now slave, what may I do for you?”
“I am not a slave,” Jaina ruefully responded delighting in the ability to rebel without punishment.
Some sort of infrared light emitted from the droid and scanned her briefly.
“Jaina Solo, property of Jabba the Hutt….. it appears you are indeed a slave. This unit has standing instructions to take care of slave but slave must always be reminded it is a slave” The final part of the statement seemed to be the droid processing some sort of protocol. Jaina sighed and slumped in her cage.
“I am also not directed to speak to you further until you have displayed yourself for me,” The droid said.
Jaina was aghast. Was the droid trying to humiliate her? Was it part of the programming?
“Sorry, what?”
“My orders are that you must display your sex to me and keep it displayed. It is protocol.”
“How many other protocols do you have?” She asked
“Please assume the position best suited to display your sex to me” The droid seemed to be mocking her. Or was it her own emotions playing with her?
“Fine, fine, hang on” Jaina looked at the cage and couldn’t think of any other way than the first one that came to mind. She situated herself right in the middle of the cage and spread her legs out touching the bars at either end. It was surprisingly comfortable.
“That is acceptable. Unit is not permitted to disclose it’s protocols to slave.”
“Of course,” Jaina remarked dryly.
“Can you tell me when Jabba will be back?” Jaina asked
“Lord Jabba is conducting business at the moment that does not have a scheduled end. However, Lord Jabba most often has had enough of business dealings at or about six in the evening… Though he did have a later start today” The droid seemed to be eyeing her as if it knew she was the reason why Jabba was delayed today.
“Can you tell me what time is it now?” Jaina was curious though it didn’t matter. She was in the cage until he came back no matter what time. Her pussy ached though at the thought of his return and resuming their….. their what? she thought.
“It is currently two thirty-two in the afternoon slave” The droid replied.
“Thank you”
Satisfied that it was needed anymore the droid turned and left. Jaina followed it with her eyes curious as to how it got in and out. Unfortunately for her, it went towards the swamp area where Jabba slept and never returned.

Three and a half hours or more of time to spend in the cage, Jaina thought. Her muscles ached to do something and her mind refused to drift into sleep.

Worse, her pussy throbbed with need. That was perhaps the most revolting thing about it. She had spent the entire morning cumming over and over again and still, it felt like she could do that again.

Masturbating was not a new thing for her but there was something completely humiliating about even thinking about doing it while caged for Jabba. This time her will was stronger than the need to cum and she just waited somewhat patiently in the cage. Before she knew it she had fallen asleep again.
***
Jaina had no idea how long it had been by the time she was awakened. Jabba stood over her with his hands tugging and pulling on the cage in an effort to wake her.
“Wake up slave,” Jabba said as his mouth slobbered a little slime into her cage. It missed her as she stirred awake and opened her eyes.
“Ah, there she is. Are you awake slave?”
“Yes, Master” Jaina answered groggily but becoming more and more awake like only a fighter pilot could in times of action.
“Good. We still have more fun to do today” Jabba teased. Jaina heard the magnetic lock on her cage unlock and looked to see the cage door had opened. Grateful to get out of the cage she crawled out and found herself on all fours as Jabba slithered around to face her.
“You may stand and stretch,” he ordered.
Not aware she needed permission to stand she looked at him for a time before shrugging her shoulders and standing. Taking advantage of the opportunity she stretched out her muscles. Performing some exercises to loosen them made her aware that she had never shifted her clothing back and was still nude with just two chain covered bands around her.

Jabba’s eyes watched her hungrily as she loosened herself up. “Better?” he asked
She nodded her thanks. Pulling out the tiny little disc that earlier had been connected to her clit and caused her much pain and pleasure he had it reattached quickly and motioned for her to come with him as he slithered away.

Obediently she followed behind as he led her thankfully away from the cross and the bondage horse to another part of the huge room. This seemed to be a floor slightly sunken into the room.

It was a large surface probably about twenty feet by twenty feet. At the end of the surface as a raised platform very much like Jabba’s platform he used to travel. The floor looked to be highly polished wood. The slightly sunken surface had a wall that was tiled with glossy, almost spade-like shapes from an ancient card deck. The background of the floor was a gleaming white to really make those spade tiles stand out. Wood on the floor was colored a dark stain of brown.

Jabba motioned for her to step down onto the floor while he slithered around the floor and ascended the platform at the back. She found herself strolling to the center of the floor. As she looked up she saw a hanging projector of some sort with a wide lens. On closer inspection, she could see that it was a holoprojector with. Mounted where it was, it could project a good-sized image anywhere in the near vicinity.

Jabba had found himself a comfortable spot looking down on her when he activated the holoprojector. A Twi’Lek dancing girl appeared almost right next to Jaina. It was a remarkable projection with only a slight hue around it to distinguish it from a regular person. She stood facing Jabba in what Jaina knew was a very close replica of what her mother had been forced to wear while under his control years before.
“As my personal slave, you will have to entertain me and later my guests. Dancing is one of my favorite methods” Jabab boomed from his vantage point.
“I am not much of a dancer, Jab….Master” Jaina caught herself.
“HOHOHO you have been trained to fight. I would think you can handle yourself just fine. Meet your trainer. This holo is designed to teach. You will mimic its movements. You will be punished when you do not. Understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
The holoprojector dancer turned to face her. The expression was emotionless as it assumed a position. Feet together knees slightly apart, right hip slightly down. Hands raised directly above her head hands together at the palm fingers straight up.

Jaina tried to assume the position. It seemed a little funny but so did most dance moves, really. The image of the dancer maintained the form as she attempted to mimic it. Putting her feet and knees into place was easy enough. Dropping her hip just the right amount was worrying her as she didn’t want that shock.

Placing her hands over her head in the desired position she looked at the projection hoping for some sort of reaction, which she received when a slight shock went through her. Enough to warn her but not enough to break her concentration on the pose. The holo had a red box appear over her hip. Getting the hint that indeed it was her waist causing her the problem Jaina moved it slightly upward thinking perhaps she as leaning too much into it.

After holding the new position for a couple of moments the red box went green. Jaina was rewarded by a flood of warmth and vibrations from the disc. Again not enough to break her pose but enough to feel the pleasure.

The full image of the dancer returned. Still in the same position but this time it was performing an action. The right hip was coming up and forcing the left hip down. Slowly enough to emphasize the movement. With a warrior's eye, Jaina looked at the starting and ending positions of the hips on the dancer and then did her best to mimic them.

After a few repetitions, the entire dancer was boxed in green and Jaina felt a wave of arousal flood from the disc. The dancer set herself again in the original position which Jaina mimed. Then it did the second action which Jaina did again. Next, the dancer highlighted its arms as it’s right arm now moved slowly, seductively down the other arm as the hip moved down. Then the same with the other to bring it back into the starting position. It was a little more involved than the previous two and after two shocks Jaina was rewarded with the pleasure.

Then the dancer started to do all three actions together which was difficult but again she as trained to watch her opponent's moves so mimicking them wasn’t a huge problem. Three shocks were all it took before she was moving her hands, arms, and hips together in the desired position.
“Wonderful, well done, slave” Jabba’s voice boomed from the platform
“Thank you Master”
Jaina wasn’t sure how long she spent on the dance floor but by the time Jabba had switched off the dancer projector she as moving around the floor from position to position and worked up quite a sweat and arousal. That tiny little disc, despite the occasional pain, was the source of so much pleasure and she looked forward to its actions.

Jabba joined her outside the dance floor slithering down from his podium. “Very well done slave. Can you repeat it any of it without the projection?”
“I am not sure to be honest, Master,” Jaina answered.
“I appreciate honest answers slave. You have been on the floor for a couple of hours. It is now time to amuse me more. Follow me.”
Jaina followed him away from the dance floor to another new area to her. A large pile of pillows dominated it as Jabba slithered towards it and made himself comfortable on them.
“Stand before me and masturbate” he ordered.
Jaina without hesitation went in front of him on the pillow and began to play with herself which she found a little difficult because of the disc attached to her clit but she made do. Her hands roamed her pussy and her nipples. Arousal was far to easy now she thought as it started to build and build. Already her body as still warm and ready from the dancing rewards.

Now in front of Jabba pleasuring herself like a common slut, her sex drive was telling her that perhaps that is what she is. With all her might she tried to stop herself from becoming aroused any further in his presence but it was a futile thing.

Her eyes tried to roam into the back of her head in pleasure before he told her to keep eye contact with him. This was even more humiliating and arousing as she was forced to do this most intimate act in front of him.
“How does it feel, slave, to be controlled?” Jabba asked but clearly wanting her to pleasure herself through his questioning.
“Awful,” she answered.
“Awful?? How many times have you cum today though I wonder.” It was a rhetorical question and not really one she wanted to answer because it was far too many.
“A day into your slavery and already cumming like one. Tell me honestly slave in those fantasies of yours have you pictured yourself being the sub. Be honest” Jabba probed.
“Yes,” The admission was a hit to her that while humiliating caused her to cum in front of the Hutt. Her hips arched up and down and her pussy throbbed into her hands as she came. She stopped playing with herself for a bare moment before she was ordered to do it again.
“I thought so. I think all of them. You are never the Domme in your fantasies. Isn’t that right, slave?”
Consumed with lust she answered truthfully.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what slave?”
“Yes, Master”
“Yes, Master what, slave?” He probed.
“Yes Master, I was always the sub in my fantasies.” Again the admission sent her over the top and she came before him.

Jabba licked his lips and relished the gift he had in front of him. He had been fully prepared to wear her down and break her over the span of six months into a willing sub but he had discovered a submissive in her nature. If there were gods in the universe surely he was blessed in his revenge. He made sure to activate her control disc on her clit that caused another orgasm to be brought out of her. He loved seeing the powerful strong woman in his control being made to pleasure herself before him.
“Come closer, slave”
Jaina stepped within inches from him. So close was she forced near him that she smelled him even more so which only caused a momentary drop in her concentration in pleasing herself for him. His hands reached out and grabbed nipples that weren’t being played with by her hands as she focused on her clit.

The disc elicited another orgasm from her.
“You haven’t lost your virginity because you couldn’t find anyone to take it from you, until me, slave.”
Even if she wanted to she couldn’t respond. Jaina had another orgasm from his words and his touch and couldn’t muster more than vocal moans from her mouth.

Jabba stopped playing with her nipples as he reached behind almost rolling himself over the pillows. With a display of strength and dexterity that surprised Jaina out of her blissful state for a moment until the disc flared again with more vibrations causing more orgasms to be torn from her. His hands disappeared as he fumbled behind and then rolled himself back over and carried a pocket holo recorder. Flipping open the side view screen to start recording Jaina barely noticed that she was now being recorded.
“Stop and look at me,” Jabba ordered. The control disc stopped its machinations and Jaina reluctantly stopped her hands and looked at Jabba. Somehow, though she felt like she had never broken eye contact with him, she had not noticed that he know held a camera. Her first instinct was to cover herself up but somehow she thought that would be met with some extreme pain.
“State your name,” he commanded.
“No.” The words were out of her mouth before she realized it was a stupid thing to do. Her disc reacted instantly and fried her. She convulsed in pain. Her clit was still extremely sensitive from all the orgasms and she couldn’t help as she writhed in pain on the floor of the dungeon. Jabba kept it all in frame on his camera and patiently waited as she regained her composure.
“Care to reconsider?” Jabba mocked as she came to a standing position again. Any and all arousal evaporated from the extended shock.
“Jaina Solo,” she answered.
“What was that?” He wanted a full answer.
“My name is Jaina Solo.”
“What are you?” Jabba asked and leaned in a little to see what answer he would get. Quite sure she would be on the ground in a shocked and pained state soon.
Jaina eyed the Hutt warily. Still feeling the last charges of electricity through her body. All too aware that she was being recorded and was naked in front of a camera.

That thought made her mind reel with implications. It was one thing to experiment and be a little kinky alone or with a special someone but again here with the Hutt it seemed far too exposed and humiliating. Again that thought got her going again which didn’t make her feel any better about what she was thinking of saying. What she really thought she had no choice in saying.
“I am a slave….. for six months,” Jaina added almost as an afterthought.
If Jabba was capable of dropping his jaw he would have but instead, his booming laughter echoed through the cavernous dungeon. Certainly not an answer he was expecting but then again after the shocking perhaps he should have been he thought.
“What were you?” He probed.
“I was and will be again a Colonel in the Galactic Alliance” Jaina responded with a little more strength in her words and tone.
“What else?” Jabba probed.
Sighing but Jaina knew it was inevitable she had to confirm what he wanted her to say and probably what would humiliate and degrade her for the rest of her life even over and above admitting she was a temporary slave.
“I am a Jedi Knight,” Her shoulders visibly slumped with the admission and Jabba loved the emotional turmoil he was creating.
“How did you come to be a temporary slave as you say?”
“I made a choice to save a lot of people. Sacrifice my humility and pride and body to save millions. I am content with my sacrifice,” Jaina was happy to be given a chance to detail why she as in her predicament.
“In whose company did you have to submit to, too save those people?”
“You, Master Jabba” Using the term master on camera for the first time caused her arousal to return a flush appeared on her cheeks for a moment before she controlled herself.
“How long have you been in my possession?”
“One day”
“How many orgasms have you had in one day slave?” Jabba knew it was an answer she didn’t have a number for but any would have been humiliating enough. Jaina shuffled her feet nervously as the flush returned, feeling the arousal blossom further she looked at the camera and answered.
“I really don’t know anymore.”
“Why is that slave? And remember your manners” Jabba warned. Now that she had admitted to his ownership of her, using the honorific didn’t seem that bad but it was still another blow to her self image.
“Because I have had so many today, Master.”
“Good slave, How many did you just have before we started recording” Jabba asked.
Jaina was sure she could add up just that amount but even so, the amount would be extremely humiliating. Taking the better part of thirty seconds she added them up.
“Eight, Master.”
“HOHOHOHO! Continue with what you were doing before a started the camera, slave.”
“Yes, Master.” The words were barely out of her mouth when the control disc activated and began to do its thing. She was very close within a couple of minutes to orgasming on camera. There was no order to not cum or to cum but Jaina needed to cum very soon. Her cheeks flushed red as she tried her best to stop herself from cumming in front of the camera.

It was all futile though when she came in front and then in rapid succession two more. The control disc was relentless in its desire to tear as many orgasms as it can from her in a given day. Four more orgasms spread from her loins. Shoulders and head slumped in humiliation she looked at the camera and the Hutt controlling it when the disc tore another one from her.
“Five more months and twenty-nine days left, slave. Do you think you will want to go back?” Jabba mocked as Jaina slumped to her knees exhausted and not at all sure if she did want to go back.

She was happy that he didn’t demand an answer because she wasn’t sure what she would say but he did order her to come and take the camera for a moment while he reached behind and withdrew some sort of tripod stand. She took the stand and attached it to the camera before placing where she had been standing in front of him.

Jabba had her position the camera on him and then ordered her to stand before him facing the camera. Then his hands came up to roam her body, gripping her nipples and squeezing her breasts from behind. All fully captured by the camera. Despite herself, the disc was getting Jaina horny again and his hands were delicate and very good at keeping her in an aroused state. Starting to feel another orgasm coming, she had lost any sense of humility and hope for being conservative in front of the camera.
“Are you a virgin, slave?” Jabba asked knowing full well the answer. He just wanted it on camera.
“Yes, Master”
Jaina hadn’t noticed but his tail had maneuvered itself below her and as it began to spring up towards her, her eyes caught a glimpse of it. The tip was relatively small but he was a large Hutt with a large and wide tail.

For some reason, she had been thinking her virginity wouldn’t be physically taken by him but by a toy or something. It was something so big and so slimy and just wrong, her mind told her to run and hide or break free, but her body wanted it. Her pussy dripped with juices and the thought of penetration rooted her to the spot.

She felt the tail brush her inner thighs as it raised to the point of just touching her pussy. The control disc was working overtime keeping her moist and in such an aroused state of bliss, she was barely comprehending what was about to happen. Her eyes glazed as they were in pleasure looked at the camera. His hands roamed her body drawing her attention there in between the blasts from the control disc.
“Not anymore,” Jabba announced as he pushed his tail into her. Her virginity was gone in one agonizing thrust replaced quickly by a level of pleasure she never dreamed possible.

A trickle of blood ran down his tail as he pushed in. Mindful that he didn’t want to go too much in her first time he went in just enough that he felt the pleasure and then began to pump. About six inches of the tail started to go in and out, literally taking her off her feet as he thrust and then back to the ground as he came out of her.
“Thank me for taking your virginity, slave,” He demanded as he thrust in and out. She came and came on his tail so much that she would have agreed to pretty much anything at that moment.
“Thank you, Master, for taking my virginity,” Her tongue was sticking out of her mouth hung to one side as he thrust her off and on his tail. Her eyes by some miracle were no longer glazed over but the sensations were no less. Jaina had come and gone many times now and she was thankful for it.

The Hutt was deeper than she would have thought possible inside a person and she was thankful for the lubricant. The feeling of the tail inside her was unlike anything she had ever felt before. She was instantly in love with the sensation of something so large going in and out of her.

His hands gripped her breasts as he moved her up and down and up and down over and over again. Cumming like the slave she was, she never ceased lubricating herself for him.
Inside her, she could feel so much more than she ever imagined and she felt his tail hardening more and more until she felt little twitches starting from the tip of the tail. Unaccustomed to the act she wasn’t sure what was going on until he came. Inside her, he erupted like a volcano. Cumming at such a force and so much his tail was whisked out of her and cum leaked out of her as she fell to the ground. Her control disc had stopped with his cum.

Jabba had aftershocks of cum splattering all over her but not like the night before, just patches over her as she heaved for breath. Her stomach went up and down, laboring for breath as Jabba looked over her.
“Are you going to waste your dinner slave?” he asked
Jaina looked over herself and the puddle of cum she sat in. Almost miserably, she shook her head and began to lick the cum up from her and the floor.
“HOHOHO! Jaina Solo’s virginity is mine. Her body is mine and soon her mind will be mine. She is no Jedi she is my slave. Look how she hungrily licks up her Master’s cum. She knows that the only thing she gets to eat or drink is my cum. After one day, look at how she takes it all. Over five more months of this before she can leave willingly” Jabba slithered over to the camera and took it from the tripod and went back towards Jaina. She was on the floor on all fours licking the cum up like a pet. Hungry for any nutrition and to regain her strength she looked at the camera briefly with a tear just escaping her eyelid before she went back to licking.
“She will be mine forever,” Jabba ended the recording with that statement. Below him, on the floor licking up his cum, Jaina heard the words and thought: he was probably right.
Jaina was allowed to clean as much as she could of the cum for about a half-hour before she was led to her washroom and allowed to clean and bathe herself. After that, she was placed back into the cage for the night.
“You did well today slave. Are you hurting?” Jabba asked as he loomed large over her cage.
“Yes, I am, Master.”
“That will pass in time. Remember your morning duties,” Jabba warned as he donned his platform and went up the enlarged lift to wherever that went. With how she had been treated and used in the day even with the afternoon downtime she was completely shattered. It wasn’t long before she was asleep in her cage.
***
A shock woke her letting her know that the cage door had opened. Remembering her mistakes of yesterday and rubbing her sore pussy she crawled out. Walking into the washroom, she showered and made herself presentable. Coming out of the area, she was greeted by Jabba emerging from his shadowy swamp area.
“Good morning, slave.”
“Good morning, Master.”
“I see you did not forget today. Very good. Follow me” Jabba ordered as he turned towards the cross.

Jaina cringed inwardly but walked behind him to the cross. Jaina wasn’t sure she was happy about it but she was soon buckled facing outwards towards Jabba who had returned with his favorite disc and riding crop.
“Do you know why you are strapped here today slave?”
“No, Master.”
“Because I want you strapped in. Understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good, do you remember your phrases?”
“I think so, Master.”
“Let's test that then.”
Jabba began by swinging the crop at her breasts. The threads of the crop raked against her nipples and some on the underside of her breasts. The bulbs on the ends of the threads spreading pain through her.
“Thank you, Master,” Jaina responded and the pain subsided.
The second blow landed on her pussy and she arched her back in pain.
“Thank you, Master,” Jaina stated for the phrase but she was stunned sharply and painfully.
“Sorry Master. My orgasms belong to Master Jabba.” Jaina knew that a hit to her pussy was meant to be responded with that statement but she hadn’t expected him to mix and match. Now that she understood and knew what to expect was to expect anything, she would be much better.
“Acceptable today but not from now on,” Jabba said as he landed a blow again on her pussy.
“My orgasms belong to Master Jabba.”
For over an hour he alternated between blows to her breasts and her pussy. Never sticking to any sort of pattern and just like the day before Jaina learned quickly and adapted. The phrases were seared into her mind now. She didn’t think twice about them or even referring to him as Master anymore. That thought occurred to her as he was having her switch over so that her rear end was now vulnerable to his crop.

The first hit to her buttocks landed on the top side with some of the strands of the crop even reaching her mid-back. But Jaina had remembered the phrase during the transfer over from front to back and responded as desired.
“My body belongs to Master Jabba.”
She couldn’t see his face but something in his chuckle told her she had made him happy. Throughout it all, her pussy throbbed and came over and over again from the disc, permanently associating the phrases with pleasure.

Jaina wasn’t at all concerned about that either as all she wanted was to be pleasured by the disc, and if that meant pleasing Jabba she was alright with that.

Another half-hour and Jaina never once got shocked. She had more than twenty orgasms. Her body already wrecked in tiredness. The binds came undone, slumping to the floor Jaina turned to face Jabba.
“Thank you, Master.”
Jabba allowed her to regather some strength before bringing her back towards her cage. Somehow while she was on the frame a bowl had been placed in her cage. Jabba had never left, she had the orgasms to prove it. It must have been a droid.

Without being told she crawled into the cage. The bowl was on the far side which Jabba was slithering towards. The cage door behind her shut closed and locked and Jaina stopped before the bowl aware of what was about to happen.

Once Jabba was near his tail head couldn’t pierce the bars as they were too close together but he showed incredible accuracy again as he heaved. Jaina heard deep-seated growls from him as he came into the bowl. The bowl was deep and he filled it to the top and even over a little as it sprinkled onto her face.
“Always thank me for anything slave, remember that,” Jabba said as his bulbous eyes looked at her.
“Yes Master, thank you for my breakfast Master” Jaina meant it too, she was famished and the taste of his cum was never bad but she had certainly developed a taste for it over the past couple of days.
“Very good slave. Enjoy some rest. I will return”
Jaina couldn’t believe that she had really only just woken up and now she was so tired she was sure as soon as she closed her eyes she would drift off to sleep. She was aware that the disc this time had remained clamped to her clit. It was really the first time she had to examine it so she took a few moments to look.

Getting into a position in the cage to peer down at herself was difficult but not overly so. She sat with her head hunched over her with her legs spread. The disc was between her fingers. It was small and clamped on. Any attempt to take it off led to a warning charge that tore her hands away from it in fear. It wasn’t coming off without Jabba’s hands. It had brought so much pleasure she really didn’t mind it anyway.

Inspection of the disc complete for now she settled into a comfortable position in the cage before she realized she was hungry. Looking at the bowl she wanted to deny herself the humiliation of eating it. Her stomach and her thoughts disobeyed that though as she wanted something to eat or drink.

Sighing to herself she bent down and began to lick out the cum from the bowl. It took her a few minutes but the bowl was licked clean and even some of the drops around the bowl that Jabba had left. Content that she at least wasn’t observed licking cum out of a bowl she breathed deeply, closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Again the droid woke her with his mechanical clicks as it walked by her cage. In its hands, it had an assortment of shampoos and soaps, clearly restocking her washroom. Attached at the hip she saw some other tools used for cleaning and polishing. Looking over towards the cross she saw it gleaming from a fresh scrubbing. With a flush, she realized the droid would have been cleaning off her sweat and cum from the area. Not to mention a healthy amount of Jabba’s slime wherever he goes.
‘Excuse me, what time is it?” She asked the droid before she realized what it’s protocols were. As the droid turned to address her, Jaina reluctantly spread her legs within the cage, making sure her pussy could be fully seen by the droid. The droid stopped for a moment to register her then answered in its toneless way.
“It is two thirty-four, slave,” With that, the droid departed back through the darkness that was Jabba’s swamp-like area on the far end of the dungeon.

For some reason, she got a little warmth from the control disc and a slight vibration as if rewarding her for following the droid's orders. Curious she looked down at the disc again and wondered just how it was controlled and maintained. She couldn’t even see a power source but for all she knew that was on the underside that she had no access to. Deciding to not worry about it she lay back down in the cage and fell asleep.
***

A shock that emanated from her cage woke her. As Jaina’s eyes opened and adjusted for sleep she saw the oversized lift was opening and the platform was emerging with Jabba on it. He parked the platform close to the lift and descended. Jaina watched him warily as he slithered towards her.
“Enjoy your rest, slave?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. Time to get you cleaned up and ready for dance class” Jabba seemed almost cheerful at the thought of watching her dance with aid from the projected trainer.
The cage door unlocked and she crawled out. Allowed to stand and stretch for a moment, she was then in the washroom. A nice warm shower got the last of the kinks out of her muscles. Feeling refreshed and smelling like berries from the new soap the droid had delivered, Jaina emerged from the washroom. He looked her over and nodded and was turning around when he stopped and looked at her.
“You are not even bothering to cover yourself anymore slave. Why have you not adjusted your clothing?” Jabba asked.
It was a good question and to her shame, the honest answer was she had forgotten she could and had grown accustomed to being nude in front of him. Jaina answered as much which brought a roar of laughter from the giant Hutt.
“Still sometimes a little covering is much more seductive. Keep that in mind”
Jaina understood what he meant and even agreed with it. Sometimes the hint of a bare shoulder was better than seeing it all. It had been known in fashion for centuries but she had never really bothered with such things. Her mind didn’t work like that. She always focused more on function over form, and because of just what Jabba was doing to her it was more functional to have everything open.

However, now mindful of his suggestion and tone, Jaina changed the chains around from full exposure to full front coverage on her bottoms allowing her ass to be bare and allowed the chains on her top to assume a coverage position over her breasts and nipples.
“Better,” Jabba remarked as he turned to go. “Follow,” He said over his shoulder as he led her towards the dance floor.
The projector came to life as Jaina reached the center of the floor and Jabba assumed his throne-like position overseeing everything. The trainer hologram appeared next to her with the usual emotionless expression.

For the first ten minutes, it walked her through a review of yesterday's moves, which Jaina was surprised to see she remembered for the most part. Only once did she receive a shock for not getting her positions right.

After that, she spent another two hours on the floor. Using muscles in ways she had never done before and by the end of it, she was shattered. The dancing was seductive at first and then just outright lewd as she was forced to perform more and more acts that seemed more sexual in nature then artistic.

Jabba seemed to enjoy everything from what Jaina had to admit the beauty of some of the moves to the lewdness of the others. Each time she was rewarded by the control disc spreading warmth through her. At the end of the session, she was greatly aroused and her juices dripped copiously down her thighs.

Jabba joined her on the floor. His eyes easily spotted her arousal but he chose not to comment on it as he led her off the floor. Not given a chance to clean herself this time she was led back to the stack of pillows where she had lost her virginity on camera the night before.

Jabba produced the same camera and started recording.
“Day two slave. Tell me what you have done so far today. Be very detailed”
“I woke up in my cage. When the door automatically opened I went to my washroom, showered did my things in there. Made myself look nice for you. I emerged at the same time you had woken and greeted you, Master. You took me over the cross and whipped me for I don’t know how long…..”
“Where did I whip you slave?” Jabba interrupted.
“At first you alternated between my breasts and my pussy. Each time you whipped my breasts I said ‘Thank you Master’ and each time you whipped my pussy I said ‘My orgasms belong to Master Jabba’. When I said the words correctly, I was rewarded with orgasms. I lost count of how many I had but I was drained of any energy I had gotten from my sleep. Then you turned me around and whipped my ass. Each time I was to say ‘My body belongs to Master Jabba’.

“Again when I said it correctly I received pleasure and orgasms. I am not sure how many I had Master. After that you allowed me to rest in my cage for a few hours. You woke me up and allowed me to clean myself before I was taken to a dance floor where I am being taught how to seduce and arouse you with dance. I have learned many new moves while working with a holo projected teacher. Now we are here in the same spot where last night you took my virginity,” Jaina finished.
“Wonderful slave. Does dancing for me make you wet?”
“Yes, Master,” Jaina replied.
“Not very Jedi-like, is it?”
“No, Master.”
“Do you get wet being whipped by me?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Again, not very Jedi-like, is it?”
“No, Master,” Jaina replied.
“It’s more slave-like, isn’t it slave?”
“Yes,” Jaina was rewarded with a flash of heat and vibrations from the control disc.
“Do you think you will want to stay after your six months” Jabba probed.
“No,” Jaina answered with a strength she wasn’t sure she actually had, but the tone made it clear to Jabba that she meant it.
“You don’t want to feel like this all the time?” Jabba offered as the disc sent shivers of pleasure through her.
“It’s not real. You are manipulating my pleasure” Jaina said as she looked into the camera and him while the disc sent waves of pleasure through her. As she finished her words though she felt a deep shock through her system that caused her to wince in pain for a moment.
“HOHOHO! You are right of course. I have a control device attached to you giving you pleasurable stimulates when you please me and powerful shocks when you don’t. It is a training tool only. You will learn.”
Jabba took the tripod out and placed the camera on it and made sure Jaina was in the center of the frame before moving behind her.

This time Jaina was aware of what was coming and she tried to brace herself but the tail was large and forced its way up her thighs behind her full covering. Combined with the pleasure of the disc on her pussy was more than ready for him again. In the tail went and she gasped in pleasure.
“You love being fucked by me don’t you, Jedi slave?” Jabba teased as his tail wasn’t all the way in like last night but enough that she as gaining extreme pleasure from it.
“Yes, Master.”
“Look into that camera and admit to everyone you are a slave,” He ordered as his tail dug deeper into her. He moaned in pleasure at the intrusion.
“I am a slave,” Jaina replied with her eyes locked on the camera. That was exceptionally hard as all they wanted to do was roll up into the back of her head in response to his tail in her pussy.
“Admit you will spend the rest of your life serving me”, Jabba thrust into her, causing her to wildly moan in pleasure as orgasm after orgasm tore through her.
“No!” she managed to say.
“You will, slave. For now, enjoy this.” Jabba responded by cumming a hot, massive load into her. It leaked out of her for minutes after he had withdrawn his tail.
“Enjoy your dinner in front of the camera slave” Jabba mocked as Jaina composed herself and began to lick up all the cum.
He left the camera on her long enough for her to be caught licking up all the cum and cleaning herself of it before he brought himself back in front of it and behind her. With his hands, he brought her to her feet and started to paw at her breasts in clear view of the camera.
“End of day two” Jabba announced before he slithered back over to the camera and stop recording.
Jaina was soon in her cage for the night. Tired and full of dry cum she looked at the departing Hutt and then done to the disc attached to her clit. It was a very useful training toy. She wasn’t sure if she was getting aroused anymore or if it was the disc. Again she tried to remove it and was met with a shock that really did prevent her from taking it any further.

Jaina looked down at herself. Looking at the dry cum on her body and her stringy hair streaked with sweat. Looking down at her pussy it was raw and red from the abuse Jabba had given her. She wasn’t sure if she should laugh or cry. Being degraded and humiliated and she wasn’t raving mad. She should be happy that she was remaining calm despite it. Something inside her though despaired and when she examined the thought in her mind she found she was enjoying herself and hating herself for it.

For the first time since this all began she cried not from pain, but for herself. The pleasure was undeniable and she was growing tired of trying after only two days. Crying for under an hour she fell asleep in the cage.

***
The shock ran through the cage-like normal in the morning. It didn’t wake her up. Jaina had been up for a couple of hours already. In that time in her mind, she had run hundreds of different situations for her to save her honor while getting out of her deal. She hadn’t thought of one and was staring out into oblivion in a state of meditation when the shock touched first her toes before running through her body. Time was up, for now, and working on that problem will have to wait for another time, she thought to herself as the cage door opened.

Crawling out she went to the shower and made herself presentable for the day. The droid had left a different type of soap that she wasn’t as fond of as the previous ones but it still left her feeling clean and refreshed. Dried and primped with her long hair down at her shoulders she adjusted her clothing so that she was topless and her bottoms equally divided chains barely covering her pussy and ass.

When she came walking out of the area Jabba was just as yesterday emerging from his swamp.
“Good morning, slave.”
“Good morning, Master.”
“To the cross, slave. You know what to do.”
Unfortunately, she did. Jaina walked over to the cross and allowed the automatic restraints to lock her in place facing outwards at Jabba. The Hutt was just arriving with his favorite flogger as she had settled into the restraints. Jaina knew what was coming but even knowing was not enough when the first strands of that flogger hit her breasts and without any hesitation, she said the required phrase.
“Thank you, Master.”
She spent two hours on the cross again in the morning. Coming over and over again. So much that she was sure she forgot her name at one point. Front and back he whipped again having her repeat those phrases that now were second nature to her.

Finished, he allowed her to slump to the ground and thank him for giving her all those orgasms. Smiling he told her to follow. This time it wasn’t back to the cage but to the dance floor. Her head moaned and her body would have done so if it had the ability. She was in no physical shape to dance at the moment.

Getting to the center of the floor she was surprised when the regular trainer did not appear. A different hologram appeared of a different slave girl. This one was human like her, clad in the same type of garments as the dancer. Like the dancer hologram, she had no expression as well and just stared at Jaina as Jabba ascended into his viewing position.
“Your dancing instruction will be later today, at its normal time probably, slave. This is a new set of instructions you will need to learn. You will have this class at this time for the next three or four days until you have mastered it”
Jaina just stared at the hologram. Half expecting a shock from the disc for some reason because she wasn’t doing anything. Neither was the holo until it did move. The girl spread her legs so that her feet were in line with her shoulders and placed her hands behind her back. She turned so Jaina could see that her hands gripped her opposite wrists and placed her elbows out to the side of her body. The hologram turned back around to look at Jaina.

Figuring this was like the dancing instruction Jaina moved to try the position. Spreading her feet apart underneath her shoulders and gripping her wrists behind her back purposefully placed her elbows to the side. She looked down to make sure her feet were arranged like the hologram and was happy with her pose.

The hologram focused in on her face and highlighted a box of red around it. Jaina knew what this meant before it happened. A short shock ran through her system to correct her. Looking at the face the only thing she could find different was the head was straight and eyes were forward.

Taking up that position the box and the whole trainer became green and the wave of pleasure came through her.
“This is called ‘wait’. When your Master orders you into wait position, you will assume this pose,” came a droid-like voice from the projection.
The trainer came out of that position and assumed a standing position for a minute before beginning the next one. Jaina watched as the hologram trainer squatted down while spreading her knees wide. She noted as the figure was on her tiptoes before placing her hands on the back of her head with interlaced fingers as shown by the closeup by the hologram. Elbows out to the sides in line with the spread knees.

For a regular human, this position would be extreme. They would only be able to hold it for a short time, thought Jaina. Attempting to adopt the position was somewhat easy for the trained warrior. On her tiptoes with her knees spread and her fingers interlaced behind her head and elbows out she got an immediate green box and wave of pleasure once more from the control disc.
“This is called ‘endure’, when you Master orders you into endure position you will assume this position,” The droid voice said again.
Endure was definitely a good name, thought Jaina, as even she felt the strain in her legs just from being in it for a brief time. Nothing too bad and she as sure she could hold it for an hour or so. Certainly longer than most she thought. Her thoughts stayed on it for a moment as she saw the trainer slide to her knees with her hands still behind her head.

Knees still spread, the figure was not hunched down on the floor, instead remaining upright for Jaina to see through to her feet behind where she noticed the big toes were slightly touching at an angle. Looking at her own position for a moment, Jaina slid down to her knees making sure to keep them spread at the same distance below her elbows.

Not hunching on her knees she made herself as tall as she could on her knees and then made sure her feet were on an angle as her big toes just barely touched. She was rewarded immediately with the green box. As the pleasure flowed through her, Jaina could almost admit to enjoying herself.
“This is called ‘expose’, when your Master orders you into expose position you will assume this position.” The droid voice finished and as it did so the trainer hologram vanished.
“HOHOHOHOHO! You learned those quick, slave. Tomorrow there will be more. I was expecting that to take longer. You have surprised me slave”
“Thank you, Master,” Jaina said as she watched the Hutt descend from the viewing platform and slither to the far end of the dance floor and waited for her to join him.
“You may return to your cage or clean yourself and then return to your cage and rest. You have given me extra time this morning slave and I like that. I will return later” Jabba said as he climbed his moving platform and began to move towards the widened lift.

Jaina watched as he got in, the doors closed and then he was gone. She was alone in the dungeon without any supervision for the first time in a couple of days. Many ideas came to mind, she should explore, find a way out or just outright get out.

As if the control disc could think of her thoughts it flared and gave her a short shock. Her mind drifted towards the shower instead and she decided to freshen up.

Coming out of the shower relaxed and refreshed she looked at the cage. To crawl in without any prompting seemed wrong and even more debasing to her, but her clit throbbed at the thought and she wasn’t sure if that was the disc or just her. Lowering herself to all fours she crawled in and listened as the door automatically closed and the lock engaged.
The rest of the day went just like the first two. At the end of the day, Jabba fucked her again in front of the camera. She was impaled on his tail in front of the camera yelling and screaming for more and begging to be fucked like a slut. She confessed once more she was a slave but refused to change her statement on not staying. Jabba signed off on the recording again by saying it was only the third day.
At the end of the first week, Jaina was an expert dancer. She had learned nine slave positions which she did every day in some form or another for Jabba. In her own mind, she had started to refer to Jabba as Master more often than not. Her pussy was sore with so many orgasms and she loved it.

At the end of every day, he fucked her mercilessly, having her moaning and begging for more. Always asking for her complete and utter submission for all time. Every time she denied him he seemed to take it alright as he knew he had the time.
The second week the routine never changed but she found herself with more and more orgasms. More and more being made into Jabba’s personal toy. Every day at the end of the last orgasms of the day she was asked to completely and utterly submit for all time and each time she denied it.
At the end of the first month, the control disc was removed from her clit. It made no difference. With each morning's whippings, she still came with each hit. With each movement as she danced she felt nothing but pleasure to be pleasing her Master. She had started to call him that in her mind a week before.

Her slave positions were perfect and even in the endure position, she felt pleasure. Jabba had had her in that position for three hours while he simply watched days before. She had cum while in the position and staring straight at Jabba.
On her fortieth day, she had finished her nightly dance for him and was following now behind with head bowed towards her nightly fuck in the area with the pillows. Jabba had set up the camera in the usual spot.

Over the past forty days he had taken her in many places and in many ways but tonight his tail scaled her thighs. Jaina’s body reacted as it had been trained to do now with pleasure and began to moisten her pussy to ready herself for him.

When his tail took a slight detour and without warning the tip pushed into her anus she screamed in horror and pain. There had not even been a warning or talk about it but Jaina knew deep down somewhere in her mind it was coming. The pain though was excruciating as he thrust in and out of her. It was nowhere like her first time when he took her virginity.

There was pleasure in it pretty soon after but Jabba was in her ass for a half-hour as she cried on his tail in front of the camera. When it was done he came in her ass like he would normally cum in her pussy and had her eat it up for her sustenance. All in front of the camera.
“Did you like getting it in your ass, slave?” Jabba taunted from behind the camera.
“No Master” Jaina always answered truthfully
“Learn to like it, slave, I enjoyed it and what is your job?”
“To please you, Master”
“That is right. Tomorrow I will take you in both holes” Jabba said ominously.
“You were made to be a slave and now you are my ass slut. Submit to me as my slave forever” he continued.
Jaina looked at the camera with a trickle of cum dripping from the corner of her mouth. Behind the camera Jabba watched. For the past few days she had answered quickly no to the question but today the added humiliation of the ass fucking had changed her reaction. Jabba wasn’t sure if the camera could see the cum trickling from her mouth so he bent down to see the view screen to confirm that it was indeed being captured when Jaina roared.
“NOOOOOO!!!!” The power and strength with which she sounded the words were unlike anything he had ever seen her do. For a moment Jabba thought this was the beginning of an escape attempt. He readied himself to use her slave chip to control her but she never moved. Jaina slumped to the ground and whispered over and over again the word no as she licked the cum from the floor.
Jabba returned to be in front of the camera and was a little wary about having her behind him where he couldn’t see her but was reassured by the slurping sounds of her eating his cum.
“That was day forty.” He finished the recording.
Jabba turned the recording off and looked down at the former Jedi. He was sure she would submit; what she had done she would never be able to return from and he knew she didn’t want to anyway. The recordings were not being released at the moment but with forty of them already he was quite happy with the content.
Jaina was finished with the cum that had splattered out of her ass and had gone in all kinds of places and directions. Assuming the wait position as she had been taught when she was done a task she had time to reflect on herself.

Despite everything, she knew what was going to happen and was trying all she could to avoid it but she had a sinking suspicion she had just lost. Jabba ordered her to her cage for sleep which she walked to and was grateful for the sleep when it came over her.
***
Waking up the next morning Jaina was aware she was up before the shock. This happened a few times now and she waited patiently for the shock which would open the cage door and allow her to wash up from the night before and make herself pretty for Master.

A shock ran through her signaling the opening of the gate. Jaina crawled out from the cage and went to the washroom. In a few minutes, the shower washed away the grim and refreshed her. About ten minutes after that she emerged dry and pretty for Master.

Jabba had yet to arrive so just outside her cage she assumed the humble position as she had been instructed. The humble position had her on her knees, face down on the floor with arms stretched out in front of her and ass high in the air. In this pose, she couldn’t see much of anything but she could always tell when Master was coming by the smell and sound of the slime as he approached.
“Morning, slave.”
“Morning Master.”
“How is your ass, slave?”
“Sore, Master.” Jaina was not happy for that to be brought up but she was willing to answer the questions.
“Be careful today slave, I will take it again and again for the next few days until you are begging me for it”
Jaina didn’t know what to say to that. One portion of her mind wanted to lunge at him and stop him but another larger much more vocal portion wanted to jump on him and let him have his way with him.

The rest of the day went by as a pretty standard day. She ate from his cum like she had done from the moment she stepped into the dungeon. The taste had never soured on her, if anything she had developed a much-appreciated need for it. It wasn’t addictive but it was delicious and she looked forward to her meals.

At the end of the night, he did take her in her ass and her pussy and then again in her ass. Cumming all over her and making her lick it all up. In her own mind, she said he made her but she did it without any prompting now. Jaina told herself she was doing it to play the part. Just another twenty days or so but she also knew deep down inside that she would not emerge from this dungeon the same person.

Now even leaving was a big question mark too. There was a simplicity to serving the Hutt that she craved. Just please him and she was rewarded with so many orgasms she could walk on air for the entire day with the bliss. Life wasn’t so hard. Yet every night when he asked if she would stay she answered no. It was more habit now more than anything.
***
Twenty more days went by. Now they must be just into the last month, Jaina thought. The whippings had increased in the last couple of days, she thought as she lay in her cage waiting for the cage to open for the morning. Where it had been an hour or two in the mornings had now turned into three or four in the past couple of days. The control disc was nothing but a memory but the training it had provided was on display every day. With every lash of the crop, she felt pleasure.

Every time she succeeded in making Jabba happy Jaina received pleasure. The conditioning had been a mighty success. What was worse was that she knew that was exactly what had happened and still, she didn’t mind.

Every morning she would humble herself before him and when she was given permission to rise she would kiss his tail reverently like a holy object. The shock vibrated through her letting her know the morning was upon her. Cage door unlocked and swung open. Jaina was into the washroom and was doing her grooming. Finished she exited the washroom with her clothing in full exposure mode for the first time in a few days.

Jabba was already there with crop in hand. Without being told Jaina walked towards the cross and allowed herself to be secured face forward. The crop landed across her front, breasts, and pussy for over two hours before she was switched to her backside.

Another two hours of self-induced orgasms from the crop landing across her bare backside. When it was all over and she was released from the bonds, she collapsed to the ground. Jabba today had no mercy and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. Her strength all but gone she managed to croak out a question.
“Why the extra whippings?” she asked.
“Because I choose too” Jabba answered with no cruelty in his voice just matter of fact type tone. Jaina thought about it for a moment and wondered just how long she had been with the Hutt. Was he growing frustrated she wondered because the time was coming to an end?
“How long have I been here?” Jaina asked wondering if she would get an honest answer.
“Not even half of the six agreed months yet, slave” Jabba answered. His hands roamed her body as her legs kept her on her feet but she as very shaky.
“Not even half?!” Jania thought that couldn’t possibly be true until Jabba went to his platform and removed a datapad. At the top of the pad, it showed the date and it was just about two and a half months since her voluntary surrender. Her mind crumbled with the implications, she knew she was slowly giving in and wasn’t sure she would last another day without giving in totally to him and her pleasures. The sobs that escaped her controlled emotions showed Jabba her internal struggle.
“What do you want to do to me over a lifetime that you haven’t already? I think by now I have more than satisfied your desires. What else can you do?” Jaina asked in between sobs.
Jabba looked down at the young woman. Still powerless from all the orgasms that his crop had brought out of her that morning and relished her beauty. This was the first time she was asking questions like this. It led him to believe she was close to finally giving in for all time.
“Your exposure has only been to me and the droids so far, slave. When you agree to be mine forever your exposure will be known to all. I will lead you out of here collared and leashed. Your body will be displayed as the trophy that it is to all who come before me. Your mind will seek to please me above all else, including your own humiliations. Your humiliations will, in fact, fuel your pleasure as it already does.

“You have been chipped as a slave already but you will be branded as well, you will be pierced as I please. The movies we have made over the past few weeks may well be released for the citizens of this galaxy to masturbate to. You will certainly give them material for years,” Jabba’s voice took on a tone of pleasure and awe as he laid out his future for her.
Jaina couldn’t help but be excited by everything he described. By the time he was done and looked down on her with those bulbous eyes all she could do in response was nod her head. The nod confused Jabba who leaned down to her standing level with interest.
“Do you agree to be mine forever?” He asked hoping his suspicions were correct about the nod.
She took a moment to consider before she shook her head no and turned her face away from him. He turned his head away from her in response and let loose a loud sigh. Closer and closer he told himself though he thought with her latent submissive tendencies she would have broken long ago.

He ordered her into her cage without any chance to speak or allowed to clean herself up. The cage was closed and shut as he donned his platform and made his way to the lift and was gone.
***

Jabba would increase the intensity over the coming days and weeks, to the point where Jaina was constantly tired and constantly aroused. He would change up the routines but always keeping her aroused, always teaching her to please him.

For her part, Jaina learned it all and slipped into the life of a slave so much so that on the last day when Jabba came to her and opened the cage with a droid in tow. She wasn’t sure what was happening as the droid used a microscopic device to remove her chip that she had even forgotten it was there. There had been no shocks in weeks, just pleasure.

“Six months is up slave. You are free to go” Jabba announced as he had the droid hand him a small bag. Jaina crawled out of the cage, as she did so the two bands that had made up her clothing for six months fell away. Jabba placed the bag on the floor before her. Jaina still on all fours opened the bag to discover regular clothing and her lightsaber and datapad.
“So soon.” Jaina wasn’t even sure the sarcasm that would normally be behind that statement was even in her anymore. She followed it up with a quick “Sorry, Master.”
“HOHOHO that is fine, slave. You will find everything you left to me in the bag. Plus when I take you to your ship you will find it cleaned and fueled. I thought of upgrading some systems for you but like your father, I would imagine you would want that work done by yourself” Jabba mused.
Jaina pulled out the clothing and regarded it as if it was foreign to her now.
“You are right about that Master” Jaina remarked.
“Goes without saying I would expect but I will say it regardless, I am no longer your Master. There is no need to use the term anymore”
Thinking on those words Jaina knew them to be logical and true but she couldn’t bring herself to think of Jabba as anything other than Master.
“I appreciate that Master, but habits are going to be hard to break” she responded
“HOHOHO in that regard before you are dressed and on your way. May I take a little more of your time to show you something?”
Intrigued Jaina shrugged and agreed. Rising to her feet she followed Jabba and the droid towards Jabba’s area which Jaina in all her time had never been allowed near.

It was even larger then she guessed as they walked into the heart of the swamp-like area the darkness engulfed them so much that Jaina could barely make out anything outside of a ten-foot radius around the group.

They walked for a bit until Jaina could see light. A sunken down floor appeared illuminated in a brilliant white light that seemed so far out of place that it was almost comical. Jabba gestured for her to descend down the two stairs that brought her into the area.

In the middle was a large table that grabbed her attention since it was the only thing there. She turned to see Jabba was not going to be coming down with her but the area was small and he would be able to see and talk to her easily enough from where he was. The table was not meant to be sat at she thought as she approached. It was low and only up to just above her knees. On it was obviously what Jabba wanted to show her. The table was long enough to show how everything would look.

At the far end from where Jaina was, there was a golden collar. Roughly an inch and a half wide, the front had a D-ring embedded into the metal collar that looked like it would hinge open. The ring was wide enough for a large chain to be affixed to. Jaina couldn’t see the back of it but she imagined some sort of lock. Around the sides of the collar etched into the metal were the words Jabba’s Slave. That was about all she could see without walking over to the end of the table and picking it up in her hands and giving it a closer examination.

Below the collar and a distance roughly the distance between her neck and her chest was a gold plated metal bra. Unlike anything she ever saw, it was a bra only by definition of it being there to hold her chest. It was little more than two open circles that her breasts would fit through leaving them completely bare to all. On each circle, there were four little hooks built-in on the top, bottom, and sides.

Not sure what those were for Jaina took a closer look and saw that lay in between the two circles were two little bars. Four in total with two in each circle. They were tiny and gold plated as well. It took her a moment to register that they were piercings. How two would work in each nipple she wasn’t sure but she was sure that’s what they were for and had something to do with the hooks on the circles.

Just off to the sides of the bra were two arm cuffs. They were open-ended, so it looked like she would simply pull the two sides apart on each cuff to then place it around the arm. They were gold with three horizontal bars connected with an intricate pattern of gold chain. The middle bars were wider than the two outside ones with an image of a lightsaber etched into it. It was in the same color as the bar it was just grooved out. A subtle thing that would only be seen up close.

Next, her eyes turned south to what would be covering or uncovering her crotch. There was a wide gold belt that had a long see-thru purple material hanging from it. It was wide enough to cover her pussy and long enough to reach almost to her feet. Jaina was closer to this piece of clothing and noticed there was an equal piece hung on the back but it left her legs completely bare. While the width was wide enough to cover her, any movement would easily expose her.

Jaina knew this was very similar to what her mother had been forced to wear by Jabba so many years before. That thought was a little sobering as she never wanted to think of her mother while she was getting wet looking at the assemblage of clothing designed to enslave and show her off. Directly in front of her to round off the outfit were a pair of comfortable looking shoes. They were dark brown with gold accents and appeared to be lined with some sort of fur material as well.
“So this was to be my outfit?” Jaina asked as she turned from the table and looked up at the Hutt.
“That is correct.”
The mechanical sounds of the droid emerged from the darkness around Jabba and descended the stairs. It held a new datapad in its hands which it offered to Jaina.
“What’s this?” Jaina asked before she looked at it.
“It is a breakdown on the release of one hundred and eighty videos of your submission. Agree to it at the bottom and soon the galaxy will see your debasement. Give it back to me and they are destroyed. Sign it and they are released by that schedule.

“Stay with me, sign it and they will be released and we will make far more. Imagine it, all those males and females getting off on your humiliations. Makes you wet. Don’t lie because I know it does”
Jaina couldn’t deny it. After six months of near-constant orgasms, Jabba knew exactly how to make her horny and wet. He excelled at it and she knew that, so she didn’t think to lie.
“I won't insult us both by lying Master,” Jaina said as she peered at the equipment.
The words were out of her mouth and the table shifted a little. The outfit remained but more items were appearing almost as if the table as melting away to reveal them.
“These are the final items that you will be associated with,” Jabba said from his perch.
Jaina saw the major item revealed was a long pole-like object with a block at the end of it. The block was positioned so that she could see it all. On the underside of the block were the words ‘property of Master Jabba’.

Jaina had been to many planets in her life and seen many things people do to make a living and the instruments of their trades. She knew this was a branding iron. With the touch of a button at the top, the block super-heats and when placed against flesh burns the brand into it.

Usually used on animals to mark that they were property this one obviously served the same purpose. The added benefit of it being used on her would be to show all she was branded like a common farm animal.

Also revealed was a small box with six rings and a small bar. All gold Jaina wasn’t sure what they were so she picked them up and looked at them. The small bar looked a little like the old control disc that had spent so much time clamped to her clit.
“The rings are for your pussy lips and the bar, I think you know where that goes” Jabba answered her unasked question.
“Six rings?” Jaina asked with her back towards him.
“Yes. Two on the outside and one on the inside on both sides”
Even after six months of debauchery, Jaina wasn’t quite sure she understood where the rings went but a fuzzy picture that made some sense came to mind and she accepted the explanation. Jaina looked at the datapad in her hand and at all the items on the table before her.

Turning to look at Jabba, who was still perched just outside the area Jaina walked towards him and took one step up. Even if she as on level ground she would have to look up at him. His size and smell she had long since grown accustomed to. The thought of eating real food and drinking real drinks danced through her mind. Laying on the table behind her was a future for her that he wanted and had worked so hard to convince her that she wanted.
“You have your trophy, Master,” Jaina said as she signed the pad and then handed it to him.
“HOHOHO! I want more than the videos being released.” Jabba leered over her body.
“You do. I am yours, Master. I think I have known it for a long time but I just needed to know that you would have honored our agreement”
“HOHOHOHOHO! Excellent, slave,” Jabba reached down with a hand and patted her head.
“Go back to the outfit and fetch the branding iron”
“Yes, Master.” Jaina took one step down and went to the table. Taking the iron in her hand she lifted it up and went back towards Jabba.
Knowing she was about to be branded she almost wanted to say stop and she had changed her mind but instead she gave the iron to Jabba. Licking his lips at the sight of the nude former Jedi, Jabba was ready to make her his.
“Show me your right side slave” Jabba ordered.
Turning her body so that her right side was facing him Jaina looked to her side to see Jabba angling the iron in his hands, getting comfortable with holding it.

Reaching out with it he placed it on the outside of her upper leg. It wasn’t activated, he seemed to be just getting an idea as to the angle and the pressure. Jaina could see as she peered down that if it was placed there and combined with her new outfit still laid out on the table the brand would be visible at pretty much every time.
“Last chance, slave.” Jabba offered a final chance to leave. Jaina hesitated for only a moment when given the choice.
“I am yours, Master,” Jaina declared.
The words were barely out of her mouth when Jabba pulled the branding iron slightly away from her flesh and activated it. Jaina could see the end of the block become instantly red. The pain she knew was going to be intense but these irons would seal automatically and prevent any infection from happening.

As soon as it was over she would be marked for the rest of her life and only feel the humiliation of it when she saw it. There would be no residual pain. All these thoughts went through her mind in the split second before the iron came down on the outside of her upper leg.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!” She screamed but didn’t squirm. As soon as it was on her flesh was the same speed with which it left. A slight smell of burnt flesh emanated from the area for a moment. Jaina looked down and saw the words now permanently seared into her.
“You are mine!” Jabba declared with a roar and threw the iron away in a gesture of pure joy. Jaina would have laughed in response but knew he wouldn’t appreciate that.
***
Jaina soon donned the outfit except for the piercings. The collar went on snugly yet very comfortable. She wasn’t sure what it was lined with but it was certainly among the most comfortable articles of clothing she had ever had.

Thinking that way about a collar brought a wry smile to her lips but she didn’t voice it. The back of the collar did indeed have a lock and also her name etched into it as well. A subtle humiliation but a great one, she thought. There was also another collapsible D-ring that Jabba had used to fit and lock a long wide chain leash to. The end of the leash was piled on the table but it was never more than a couple of feet away from Jabba’s hands. As if she would run now, branded and collared but she found it cute and he probably loved the feeling of it in his hands.

Jabba had made his slimy self known in the area after she had placed the bottoms of her new outfit on. He had slithered down and watched as she fitted the bra like article around her breasts. The droid had arrived as well with a new device Jaina had never seen but it waited patiently while she outfitted herself.

When she and Jabba were satisfied with the outfit and the look. She placed the arm cuffs and boots on and looked at the device in the droid's hand. Jabba motioned for the droid to come forward with it. He told Jaina to take a hold of it. It was a small tube with a power source at the end.
“Place it on your nipple,” Jabba commanded
Jaina placed it around her nipple and the thing sparked to life. Suctioning up her nipple it made the nipple stand far more erect then Jaina had ever thought possible. She had long nipples to begin with, she thought, but this extended them slightly more so. Not enough to look out of place but it did make them longer. She was told to remove the device and the nipple stayed like that.

The droid had retrieved the nipple piercings which seemed to be of a self-piercing type that would just pierce through. Jabba took the first bar and lined it up at the base of her nipple. With a fluid motion, he pierced vertically through her nipple. There was a brief flash of pain but it was gone before she even had time to register what to do with it. The nipple remained erect as Jabba placed the second one horizontally through her nipple.

Finally, her nipple was allowed to retreat but it could only go so far now with the two piercings. Apparently pleased with the effect Jabba retrieved the other two for her other nipple and soon that too was pierced. With a nimbleness of hands that he only demonstrated on rare occasions, Jabba detached the tips of the bars. They were hidden hooks on each end. Four of them per nipple. A string-like substance emerged from the piercings to the hooks. Jabba moved each hook to a corresponding hook on the bra-like piece of clothing.

Her nipples were now attached to the bra and with any move she made, Jaina felt a wave of pain and pleasure. It was a devilish development that would surely cause her concern when performing for him.
The piercings on her clit and lips were next. After that Jaina looked into Jabba’s big eyes as he motioned for her to follow. Chain leash in hand he walked her to his platform in the middle of the dungeon. Jaina saw that there was a step for her to be able to climb aboard which she did so with a little difficulty with Jabba tugging on her leash as he ascended onto it.

Jabba pulled her close. So hard was his tug, she landed on her side right next to Jabba. His slime running down her back. She felt the platform begin to move and she was aware suddenly that for the first time in six months she was going to exit the room.
“Now we introduce you back to the galaxy, slave.”
“Yes, Master.” 

***

One month later.

All around the music echoed through the large dark chamber. Filled with all sorts of specidis their attentions were completely held by thte figure moving to the rythm in the middle of the chamber. In frotn of the large platform that held the massive frame of Jabba the Hutt. The figure moved witha grace and sexual energy never before seen here or most likely anywhere else in the galaxy. In tune completely with the music her figure matched the beats, the highs and lows with her hips, ass, breasts and lips. All serving to paint a picture.

Jaina didn’t really recognize the people around her anymore. She might as well have still been down below where she learned how to dance with holograms and droids. This dance like all others was to please her Master Jabba. Each movement of her body elicted a wave of pleasure and pain through her body. Laregly thanks to her pierced nipples that were attached to her outfit. Jaina had learned to moan with each sensation. It had provoked reactions from all around but Jaina was only interested in what Jabba felt like. She could tell even when he held the leash attached to her collar as loose as he did now to allow her to dance that he was enjoying every moment of this dance. A month ago when she had arrived in this chamber on Jabba’s platform. Slime running down her side. Freshly pierced, branded adn collared a slave Jaina had felt the eyes of everyone not only in that room but somehow the entire galaxy on her. Now all she felt and needed was her Master’s affection. At that moment as the music began to slow down to it’s conclusion Jaina’s outfit in the flow of the dance revealed all of her body to all onlookers. Jaina loved showing her Master’s property off to all and she knew Jabba did as well. With a final flourish she rocked her hips back and forth and swung her arms above her. Clasping her hands togetehr over her head and swaying her body to the end of the music.

There was silence for only the briefest of moments before cheers began to vibrate through the chamber. Joined seconds later by Jabb’s own laughter. A tight pull on the rchian let Jaina know that her pressence was requested by Jabba’s side. She moved with speed to join her Master on his paltform. Leaping up to join him. Without a word and just another pull on her leash Jain knew she was to kneel in frton of him. Kneelign with her knees spread and her hands on her thighs, palms up Jaina lowered her head. She now could only make out the top of the platform. Still to her it was only ever going to be her and Jabba alone in every room.

“Welcome all to our party” Jabba’s translator droid began to say. Jaina did not need the translation of course but the wider audiance would.

“Today we mark the release of our newest venture” Jabba’s droid explained. Atug on her leash made Jaian’s eyes turn up and towards her Master. Jabba licked his lips in appreciation. The foul smell of his breath and his slime no longer a giant concern for Jaina she simply smiled at her Master. Aware that she was only allowed to speak when he commanded it.

“Behold” Jabba’s droid translated while gesturing behind all to a wide screen that had been lowered.

Jaina’s head was still up from her smile with Jabba an couldn’t help but look out over teh peopel to the screen. On it began to play recordings. Her recordings. Her first days under the care and guidance of her Master Jabba. Jaina saw the cage again. Everyone laughed as they watched her eat from Jabba’s own fluids. Watched her prostrate herself for a driod. Jaina hadn’t blushed in some time but she felt one rising to her cheeks. Jabba pulled on her lead. Brining her to her feet. Pulling her into him. His slime covering half of her body. His giant tongue reached out and licked from her forehead down to her thighs. Her costume covered in his saliva Jaian smiled and leaned into him.

“Today these will begin to be distrubuted across the galaxy. Along with new and more interactive content that my slave and I will be recording. Today marks the beginning of the final humiliation of Jaina Solo” Jabba proclaimed through the droid.

The blush that was threatening to overcome her raced to the surface of her face. Unwilling to displease her Master btu unable to stop it Jaina reached between the folds of the fabric barely covering her pussy and began to slightly play with herself. Jabba noticed, with a satisfied grunt escaping from his mighty throat he pushed her out front and way from him. Grasing that he was encouraging her to perform Jaian pushed aside the cloth that draped over her pussy with her other hand and then began to play with her nipples. Her eyes starign out over the people below, focused on the screen behind. Bringing herself to orgasm while she she watched her own enslavement.

The collection of pirates, theives and malcontentents cheered when her moans escalated to her own orgasm in front of them all.

***

Jaina’s holo recordings were bestsellers for years. She became the number one sought after adult performer in the galaxy though she only ever performed for Jabba. Her humiliations spread far and wide and soon she accepted her life and learned to gain immense pleasure from it. Jaina was the slave of Jabba and she loved every moment of it.

The End.

6 comments:

  1. Awesome story! Keep up the good work.

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    1. Thank you. Jaina Solo is a heroine not seen enough, but I am doing my best.

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  2. Are any of the stories from https://milestonemash.blogspot.com/2013/04/coming-back.html done? I would love to read them.

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    1. A couple of them Came out. Do you have any in particular in mind you are interested in reading? Darkseids Reign and the Veruka were published. Let me know if there is a story there that peeked your interest and I'll tell you what happened to it. I have quite a few that are halfway or over complete but never published.

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    2. Particularly Batgirl and the Bishop, Supergirl Potion, and Supergirl Red Dawn.

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    3. Batgirl and the Bishop, along with Red Dawn all got worked on more but never to the point of publication. Portion I don't think I ever went back to. Not sure why to be honest. It was a good concept. Red Dawn and the Batgirl story will more then likely be finished at some point though.

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