Slave Leia, The Submissive: ...them. Silently, the metal eyes of Han Solo, ( forgot he was still frozen in this role-play? Now you remember), permanently frozen in an expression of excruciating pain, Carbonite incasing his body, freezing him, preserving him, but not killing him., watched and listened on in agony, as he had been since my attempt at freeing him failed. The only being in the room fully aware that Han could hear and listen to what went on was yourself, myself having wondered that for just a moment, before the sensation of your grotesque slimy tail thrusting into my dripping wet nether lips rapidly, sliming it, the sick and disgusting squelching sound of it echoing throughout the throne room, my bouncy and round ass cheeks being greedily clutched by your grotesque hands, my voice prominent as I screamed and moaned loudly, getting even louder once you saliva coated tail slid out of your mouth before slurping over my breasts heavily, your court cheering lustfully as they watched the depraved session take place. That session was one of many that Han was tortured with. However, what just happened was even more torture than any of those sessions come before. Han only having been in so much agony and distraught on The First Night. Having been the only man I ever loved, knowing me so well, he could hear the honesty in my voice, not being able to see my entire face, his position on the wall only granting him at the moment the side view of my face staring up into yours, as well as the view of my creamy legs, feeling enraged at the sight of your tail between my legs, touching the body that was once his but you proclaimed as yours. Was now being given further as yours, with my admission, he knew my resistance was crumbling even more. He yelled and screamed at me in distraught and agony, trying to plead with me, yet never being heard. Han knew with dread that with my admission, my crumbling resistance was about to be diminished completely. Once my words went through your head, your lust and arousal, your sadistic nature and depravity would increase to heights Han had only seen once, The First Night of my enslavement. The resulting....'activities'..... would shatter and break whatever ties I had to my previous life before my enslavement, my body, mind, and soul ready to be molded into whatever you saw fit (Han doesnt realize that my deepest and darkest desires are about to come out, that this disgusting and depraved existence is what I want. I.E, all that we discussed about Leia last night.). Han had a good idea, having heard you once talk about the difference of your Kahnkee, your lovely slave, and your Kahnkee Gunkee. And he knew that I, Leia, the renowned Rebel Leader, former Imperial Senator, and the last Princess of Alderaan, was the perfect candidate for the position. (From your convo you had with him back when he worked for you, he discerned from it that Kahnkee Gunkee was supposed to be a slave girl of unique or exquisite origin, and of incredible voluptuous beauty. What he does not know, is that is part of it. In reality, that is what makes them a Kahnkee Prima, 'my lovely prized Kahnkee'. Kahnkee is a title reserved as both a noun to be used addressing a slave, as well as the title to show they are the favorite. Younger Hutt's that are only a few centuries consider a Kahnkee Prima to be a Kahnkee Gunkee as well, but older Hutt's, ones who have had a plethora of slaves throughout millennia of life, know what one really is. What makes someone a Kahnkee Gunkee is that they do not break in the traditional way. When they break, it is merely because they are accepting their deepest darkest desires, acknowledging that this is what they want. I was figuring Miranda will also be like this, somewhere deep down that she, like Leia, truly wants this, even if she doesnt know it yet. Tell me what you think of my little idea of what really is a Kahnkee Gunkee). Han began to plead and beg, screaming and yelling his distraught but no one hearing him, praying...
