Notes

Slave Leia: I let out a long gasp as your tongue withdraws from my mouth, your massive and slimy tail withdraw from between my succulent breasts as I collapse to my knees, my face firmly resting on top of your slimy folds. I pause to catch my breaths, lightly shuddering at your possessive claim over me. Wiping away some slimy from my hair, I feel myself get picked up and stumble to my feet. I feel slightly grateful at being your favorite, as it would be much much worse if I was a mere pleasure slave. I let out a long sigh as i walk away, feeling my chain go slack as I begin walking to the window. My face burned a deep crimson as i walked away, that brief session brining back unwilling memories of my numerous nights of satisfying your sexual urges. Unintentionally as I was away I was teasing you, the sinus movements of my hips and firm ass swaying as I do. I finally reach the window. Looking out, I spot the skiff my friends were on. Despite myself, I feel a small smile adorn my face. " Chewie, Luke, Lando, ....Han" I say softly. Elation filled my chest as I leaned against the window. It felt good to see them, even if i couldn't stand next to them. I slightly frowned as I notice Boba Fett near them, standing guard for any sign of trouble. I had honestly no idea how we were all going to get out of this. Unfortunately, I was faced with the unpleasant prospect of remaining as your personal concubine. I had drawn strength from the hope that we would be rescued during my in-prisonment. Now that hope was slowly fading, I just hoped that whatever Luke was going to do, it would succeed. I continued to stare out the window at them, ignoring the murmurs of lust and leering looks your court was sending my way as they moved around me, my chain connecting firmly to your throne, awaiting the signal for me to return.

Jabba: I watch your ass sway as you stumble to the window, my tail pulsating and my tongue brushing my lips. From my bowl of greenish slime I take one of my live snack and it's head off with my teeth, before steadily chewing. I absent mindedly finger at the chain that holds you to me, my hand slowly wrapping around it. I watch your body, your expression, enjoying the look of calm worry that comes with seeing your friends. Saliva runs from my mouth as I pull bones from my teeth, and pre-cum leaks from my tail. Abruptly, I say, "Return, Princess Leia." I tug firmly on your chain. "Return to me."

Slave Leia: I feel the tug at my chains, causing me to turn and glare heatedly at you. In my moment of freedom, I had enjoyed the feeling of being away from your slimy embrace. Looking back at you, I gazed at you with unrivaled hatred at your loathsome existence. You had enslaved me, stripped me, used my body for your perverse pleasures, humiliated and degraded me time and time again over these last few days. I was sick of it, and refused your summons. You, this lowly being had no right to order me, a Leader and royal around. Feeling that I had made a statement, I turned back around with haste, unknowingly making my skirts sway a bit too much, briefly exposing my round and firm ass fully to your lustful gaze. I leaned a bit further inward, unintentionally arching my back, continuing to give you a good view of my impressive backside, ignoring the feeling of your eyes gazing onto it.