Leia fought with the thick metal chain around her neck, but Jabba just laughed, his twisted mind finding enjoyment from her struggle. She’d be out of here soon, she was a princess - she wasn’t meant to be a slave.
Tiring, she gave up, and lay against Jabba, dressed only in a skimpy metal bra and panties, exposing her toned stomach. She watched as Oola, a twi-lek slave girl and her friend, danced for Jabba. Oola swayed her hips, turned and pushed out her ass, pleasing her audience. She danced seductively, in an outfit revealing generous cleaving, and showing her soft belly and deep innie. Once her dance was finished, she walked away, but Jabba wasn’t satisfied. He roared, and his assistant, Bib Fortuna, told Oola to keep dancing. She shook her head. “No, I won’t. I’m tired. Tomorrow.”
Jabba roared once more in anger. “Disobedience!” Bib Fortuna yelled. Oola looked at him defiantly. “I won’t do it.” She said firmly. Leia looked at Jabba. “She said she won’t, stop trying to make her.” She supported her friend. Unfortunately, Jabba was in a bad mood. He told Fortuna something, causing the man to flash an evil smile. “Both of you have spoken out of turn. Now, you will have to be punished.”
Oola’s eyes widened and she tried to run, but two Gamorean guards grabbed her and held her tight. More came for Leia, freeing her from her chain to Jabba, and dragging her out in front of him. Bib brought out a jar. Inside, there were strange, bug like creatures swimming around in the liquid. Both girls looked at the jar in horror.
“Master, who will we punish first?” Bib sneered.
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