Notes

Slave Leia: How did this all go so wrong? That is the only thought running through my head at the moment. It had all went downhill pretty quickly. I had managed to free Han from his Carbonite prison, but we both were captured. Han was take to a cell, while I was far worse off. I got the unfortunate ‘pleasure’ of being the Hutt Lords personal concubine. It was laughable. Princess Leia, Leader of The Rebellion, now a Slave to Jabba The Hutt. For several days we were held in captivity, while I was stripped and put in a scantily clad slave bikini that accentuated my beauty and made me into a symbol of lust and desire, all the while mocking my former status as a royal. After a few days of serving the crime lord, as well as satisfying the perverse desires of her master, Luke finally arrived. Instead of it being a sign of hope and prosperity, things only got worse. Luke was sent to the pit below, incidentally killing Jabba’s prized pet rancor, earning my Masters ire. Now here we are, on our way to the execution of my friends. I sat chained and leashed to my bloated and disgusting slimy master. His grotesque arm wrapped around her shoulders, pressing me close to his side, the angle of which giving him a lovely view of my well formed cleavage. The skirts held together by golden metal plates drape over my legs, barely covering my most valuable and private of regions. To my further disgust, his tail idly strokes at my smooth and creamy legs. I stared straight ahead, never looking at Jabba, hearing only the sounds of his disgusting slurping of Huttese wine.
http://i.imgur.com/4vGiNLR.jpg

Jabba: This has gone better than I ever could have dreamed. The exorbitant price to hang Han Solo on my wall has more than paid off. With so many would-be heroes in my custody, I could sell them all off. Of course, that would attract the attention and chagrin of the empire. My safest course is to have them all killed. The Saarlac ensures no evidence remains of any I decree death upon. However, one piece of evidence, one survivor, shall remain;The Princess. To remove Leia from this galaxy would be a sin greater than any other I have committed. Clad in my favorite slave bikini, she rests in my folds. Her flesh is smooth, and warms to my touch. The engine of of my palace hums, causing her deep cleavage to bounce rapidly every so often. With the Saarlac pit so close, I can taste the victory in my cup. Her thighs, so smooth as I run my tail across them. The fun we shall have...
The patrons of the Palace surround us, all preparing for the executions of the trespassers. The band plays enthusiastically, eager to witness effective murder. My arm rests casually around the princesses waist, my skin sliding effortlessly across her flesh and smearing pale slime along her. She no longer reacts to the touch of my moist body, and now waits patiently for the death of her friends.

Slave Leia: I do not even flinch as I feel your arm wrap around my waist, even as you press me closer to your slimy folds. I turn to gaze up at you, grateful your gleaming orange eyes are not leering at me for the moment. I inwardly sigh as nervousness creeps through my being. I desire to see my friends as close as I can, but I know you will have to permit me to do it. Biting my lip in anxiousness, I decide to make my move. I turn to face you, pressing my toned stomach into your flabby slime side, intimately shoving my breasts against you, so that the top of my cleavage is against you, slime lightly trickling onto it. I arch my back slightly, making my round and firm ass lightly stick out, the tops of my ass cheeks being shown off as the golden plates lightly shift down, knowing that these would please you. Thankfully, the rest of my ass is covered by the cloth. Unfortunately, the cloth only covers a certain percentage, the sides of my ass are always visible to anyone's eye. Gazing up at you with the most obedient look I could muster, my chocolate orbs sparingly timidly into your own large lust filled intimidating orbs, I spoke softly and melodic " My lord Jabba, I have a request to make."

Slave Leia http://i.imgur.com/q3LRzSt.jpg ( What I was trying to describe. Only difference is it is to your side, and my chest is more firmly pressed against you. That is what I mean by arching my back to show off my backside. That is it exactly. My legs are also kinda like that I guess.)

Jabba: I know we near the pit. Not long until I will be free once more to do as I please without worrying over my safety. The infiltration of Lando was trouble enough before a Jedi turned up. I'm glad I had the foresight to inspect those gifted droids for recording devices and bombs. The Princess too knows that we journey to the Pit, and she begins to fidget almost unnoticeably. My slick flesh is sensitive enough to feel her body tense slightly against me as. She begins to move, turning on the spot and kneeling on me, sliding her body along my skin until her toned belly presses against me. Her breasts press further out from her bikini as she too presses into me. I cannot prevent a drop of drool from slithering down to meet her cleavage and fill it against my flesh until it pools and shimmers, slathering much of the tops of her breasts. Her firm ass peaks out above her gleaming, metallic bikini bottom. Without thinking, my tail grows slick and slides under the fabric, the only thing covering her ass and... Other desirable areas. My tapered appendage lightly brushes her lower ass, causing her to flinch ever so slightly. Her eyes, so perfect and passive, gaze into mine. I have achieved some small measure of success since the last time... I hear her speak. She asks a question. She will be mine... "What would you ask of me, Enslaved Princess?" My arm snakes around her waist and I pull her closer into my moist folds, reveling in the sensation. I grin devious as I slide a finger, and spread some slime, across the top of her ass, slightly slipping it between her cheeks. "Ask me your question, and I may allow you to rest on me for a bit longer still, before we arrive…”
Slave Leia: I conceal a cringe at the feeling of your slime pooling atop my cleavage, feeling it run down between my cleavage sliding down my smooth stomach all the way. I flinch slightly as my breath hitches momentarily as your tail strokes agin try lovely rear end, my soft pale ass cheeks being lightly coated in its slimy secretions. I barely contain a gasp as you pull me closer, your grotesque sausage like finger, thick as a small human cock, rubbing between my soft ass cheeks. I let out a brief but unheard sigh, before holding my gaze with you. ' Resting on top of you is the furthest thing from my mind, slime ball" I think to myself before speaking clearly. " I wish to be given some slack on my chain, enough to cross the room. I wish to see my friends before the..event" I say, refusing to say execution, still hoping for the best. I send you another passive look, deciding to give a little, motivation for my request. " Will you please allow your slave this one privilege......" I say, trying to make my voice sound a mixture of suggestive and innocent at the same time. I pause, before adding my least favorite part. "....Master" I finish submissively, lightly wiggling my ass from side to side against the wriggling tip of your massive and slimy tail, inwardly groaning at the feel of it hardening in pleasure from my action.

Jabba: My tongue slips from behind my teeth, a line of saliva drooling down to your cheek and falling further so join the slime now covering your breasts and running over your nipples. Your bikini grows slick and rubs against your skin. My finger wriggles further in-between your cheeks, and my tail leisurely strokes the back of your thighs. My grin widens. "I will allow you the Pleasure." I say simply. The slime that runs down your belly reaches the band of your bikini bottom, steadily pooling and over-flowing, soaking into the front fabric. "We grow nearer to the Saarlac pit, Princess... Is there any more that you would ask of me. Beware, it may cost you... Depending on your request." I lightly stroke the small of your back, drawing a finger up and down your spine before returning in between your warm, and now slippery, upper cheeks.