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.
Awesome story! Keep up the good work.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Jaina Solo is a heroine not seen enough, but I am doing my best.
DeleteAre any of the stories from https://milestonemash.blogspot.com/2013/04/coming-back.html done? I would love to read them.
ReplyDeleteA 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.
DeleteParticularly Batgirl and the Bishop, Supergirl Potion, and Supergirl Red Dawn.
DeleteBatgirl 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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