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ALL of the characters in this story (except Mara Jade) can b spotted in Jabba's ******, particularly the Special Edition. One has 2 pay very close attention 2 the scenery 2 spot Jess and Melina. The only way 2 SEE Mara Jade as Arica is 2 c the trading card of her in Decipher's Star Wars Customizable Card Game. The card, as well as other Mara Jade cards, stars Shannon Baska as Mara Jade.
*see second post b4 reading
STAR WARS: SCENES WE NEVER SAW
EPISODE VI: RETURN OF THE JEDI
PART 1
BY: MC^2
A Long Time Ago in a Galaxy Far, Far Away…
Luke Skywalker has returned to his home planet of Tatooine in an attempt to rescue his friend Han Solo from the clutches of the vile gangster Jabba the Hutt. Three years ago, Solo had been frozen in Carbonite when his own friend Lando Calrissian had betrayed him and turned him in to the notorious bounty hunter clone, Boba Fett. When Boba turned the frozen Han in to the Hutt gangster, Jabba was so thrilled that he began using Solo as a wall decoration!
For many months now, Luke, Princess Leia, Lando, and Chewbacca the Wookie have been working out a plan to rescue their friend. First, Lando infiltrated Jabba’s ****** and began posing as a ****** guard. Then Luke, who by now had perfected many of his Jedi skills and had finally built a lightsaber to call his own, sent his droids See-Threepio and Artoo-Detoo to Jabba’s ****** with an exchange offer: the droids for Solo. Jabba refused the offer, and kept the droids for himself.
After the droids failed to return, Leia donned the disguise of a deceased Ubese bounty hunter named Boushh, and brought Chewbacca in to Jabba. Later, while Jabba and his entourage slept, Leia, disguised as Boushh, snuck into the main audience chamber and thawed Han out of his Carbonite imprisonment. But almost immediately, they were caught by Jabba. Leia’s disguise hadn’t fooled him one bit. Han was to be thrown into a cell with his Wookie first-mate, while Leia was sentenced to the humiliating job of being a slave-dancer to Jabba.
Now, Jabba’s pig-like Gamorrean guards fiercly escorted Leia down into the lower levels of Jabba’s ******, and shoved her into a room full of many women, all of which were dancers belonging to Jabba the Hutt.
One bizarre-looking dancing girl was Sy Snootles, the Pa’lowick lead-vocalist for the Max Rebo Band. She was a odd-looking creature, with yellow skin covered with blue spots, a large gut, stork-like legs, and a long stalk protruding from her face, tipped with a set of ruby-red lips. Her only piece of clothing was a loose grass skirt, which allowed her to have easy movement when dancing on stage. Along with Sy was Max Rebo’s backup singers/dancers, Rystáll, Lyn Me, and Greeata.
Rystáll, a member of an alien species Leia could not recognize, was quite beautiful, with pale skin covered in purple spots. She had small horns on her temples, and a large mane of bright red hair. She had quite an exotic figure, save for her large hoof-like feet. She wore a tight dancing outfit, which fit her perfect form like a glove. When Leia first entered the ******, she had noticed Boba Fett flirting with this dancer.
Lyn Me, like Jabba’s majordomo Bib Fortuna, was a Twi’lek. She had a pair of large, shapely prehensile tentacles, or lekku, growing from her head, and chalk-white skin. She was scantly clad in an outfit that made her look like she was wearing ropes instead of clothes. On her feet, she wore simple silk dancing slippers.
Greeata, a green-skinned Rodian, had a long, snout-like face with big, bulbous eyes, pointed ears, and a pair of small antennae on her forehead. She had a large, furry Mohawk that ran from the top of her head and dropped down all along her back. Her outfit consisted of a sort of orange bikini, with an orange skirt made to cover her privates.
The other dancers in the room were Yarna D’al Gargan, Jess, and Arica. Yarna was an Askajian. She was a rather large woman, with six breasts, and a rather unattractive face covered in warts. Leia had heard some of Jabba’s audience members refer to this dancer as “The Ugly One”.
Jess was a very beautiful woman with shoulder-length white hair with several blue streaks dyed into it. She wore a sort of blue, metal brassiere, and long, baggy, blue pants. When Leia had first entered Jabba’s ****** with Chewbacca, she had seen this dancer being quite close to Bib Fortuna.
But out of all these dancers, it was Arica who looked more suspicious to Leia. Arica had beautiful shoulder-length black hair, which Leia assumed to be a wig, and a skin-tight, slightly transparent dancing outfit that resembled a one-piece bathing suit. Decorating her outfit were a long, blue skirt; long, blue pieces of clothing that she had draped around her forearms; gold armbands and a simple silver tiara.
Unknown to anyone in the whole ******, Arica had a dirty little secret. She was secretly the dark Jedi Mara Jade, the Emperor’s Hand. She had been sent to infliltrate Jabba’s ****** by Emperor Palpatine with explicit orders: Kill Luke Skywalker. Until further notice, Mara would not rest until that order was carried out.
After the Gammoreans had left, Leia was approached by Yarna. “Oh, look ladies,” she said to the others, “we have a new girl.” Despite the dark, dreariness of the ******, the dancers welcomed Leia warmly.
“What is your name, child?” asked Yarna in a comforting, motherly voice.
“L-Leia,” answered Leia, “Leia Organa.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Leia. My name is Yarna D’al Gargan. These are Sy Snootles, Rystáll, Lyn Me, Greeata, Jess, and a newcomer, Arica.”
“Pleased to meet you,” said Mara with forced cheerfulness.
“I-I’m sure,” said Leia uneasily. She was staring at Yarna’s curious unattractiveness. When Yarna noticed her staring, Leia immediately looked away.
“Oh, it’s alright, child. I don’t mind the stares. In fact, this ugliness is merely a disguise. I’m actually much more attractive. Being an Askajian, my heaviness comes from the fact that my body tissues can soak up liquids like a sponge, so that I can go without water for a very long time. On a non-desert planet, I am visibly much thinner. As for my face, well, Jabba makes me wear these false-warts so as to hide my true beauty.” She removed a wart to demonstrate her point. “You see, I’ve become one of Jabba’s favorite dancers, and have also become somewhat of a mother figure to him. So, he wants to keep me to himself somewhat. That’s another reason he makes me wear these warts. When wearing them, I remind him of his mother.”
“I see,” said Leia.
Just then, the door opened, and a stern-looking woman with long, black hair and a scarlet-red jumpsuit entered.
“All right, ladies,” she snapped, “we got a lot of work to do! We need to delicate our bodies for the master in time for our next performance!”
Just then, the woman turned to Leia. “You the new girl?” she asked.
“I suppose so,” said Leia.
“Good,” the woman answered, “cuz we just lost one a few hours ago.”
“Yes. Oola,” replied Lyn to Leia, “a Twi’lek like myself. The green one that Jabba dropped into the Rancor pit just before you arrived.”
“A Rancor?!” exclaimed Leia. She had heard stories of the monstrous Rancors, but had never, in her wildest dreams, had imagined that she’d ever encounter one.
“Yes, Oola, that’s the one,” said the woman, “Jabba dropped her in the pit because she refused to, ah…well, let’s just say Jabba wanted to explore his, uh…fetish with her.
A chill ran down Leia’s spine. She should have known a crime lord like Jabba the Hutt would have some sort of sick, disgusting fetish. But she couldn’t help but ask…
“What kind of fetish?”
The woman smiled and leaned in close to Leia and whispered…
“He wanted to…tickle her!”
Leia backed right into Sy at the sound of that word. Some of the women giggled at this.
“T-tickle?” Leia repeated.
“Oh yes,” said the woman, “in fact, it’s Master Jabba’s method of making us more delicate, as dancers. He has us go through tickle sessions before every performance. It’s a preposterous idea, if you ask me, but at least it’s fun! I’m Melina Cardiss, by the way. I used to be a professional dancer, now I’m Master Jabba’s current dance designer. Anyway, Oola naturally refused Jabba fiercely, because she must have been the most ticklish dancer of all of us! Maybe the most ticklish in the whole galaxy!”
Leia got more and more nervous as Melina spoke. Tickling before every performance? Why’d it have to be tickling? Why did this kind of thing keep happening to her? She didn’t know if she could take it.
“Anyway,” said Melina as she rummaged through some dancing clothes, “this will be your new outfit.” She took out what looked like a skimpy, golden bikini with a long brown skirt to cover her privates, a gold armband, a gold wristband, and a pair of tiny leather boots.
Leia looked at the outfit curiously. She knew she’d be completely humiliated to be wearing that thin for Jabba and his guests. However, she knew that, if she and Han ever got out of this mess, she wouldn’t mind wearing it for Han. She blushed slightly at the thought. Finally, she agreed to put it on, and was helped out of her disguise by Arica and Jess.
As Leia was helped into her new outfit, the other dancers treated her very warmly, almost like a sister. And since Leia always preferred to wear her hair braided in some way, Jess offered to braid her hair into a long, pretty pigtail. When Leia had finished dressing, she looked at herself in the mirror. Instead of a royal senator from Alderaan, she saw a beautiful dancer staring back at her. She actually smiled a bit. She found it slightly fun to dress up as something she wanted to be when she was a little girl. She remembered the many dance lessons she had taken in Alderaan’s royal ****** before taking an interest in her father’s political business and his involvement in the Rebellion. The only downside to this outfit was that it made her look…exotic. But either way, it made her look like a whole new person. She practiced a couple of old dance steps she remembered, much to the friendly applause of her fellow dancers.
“All right, ladies,” interrupted Melina, “fun times over. Time to make your bodies more delicate! Everyone take a partner!”
“What? Partner?” Leia was confused, and she could tell by Arica’s expression that she was confused as well. Obviously, Arica hadn’t been “made to be delicate” yet.
Yarna took them both aside. “Well, children, it’s like this. Because the master believes tickling can make a lady more delicate, he has us split up into pairs and have tickle fights. It’s harmless fun, actually. Each paired-up fight ends when one of the fighters cannot take anymore and says “boska”, understand?”
Leia felt another chill run down her back. Once again, she had found herself in some sort of ticklish situation. Why me? she asked herself. But at least she wasn’t restrained this time. She could fight back this time. Who knows? This time it might actually be fun.
As for Mara, she had never been tickled in her life. She’d heard about it before, but felt that the whole concept, and her current situation, was completely absurd. Here was the Emperor’s Hand, about to get into a tickle fight with someone she barely knew. How embarrassing, she thought to herself. I should remind myself to kill Jabba and burn this place down after I’ve killed Skywalker.
Finally, everyone chose a partner, and those wearing foot-clothing (except Rystáll, as her foot clothing was part of her outfit; besides, she had hooves, not feet) removed them. Sy teamed up with Yarna, Rystáll with Lyn, Greatta with Jess, and, as they were nervous about picking partners, Leia and Arica were stuck together.
“Nervous?” asked Mara, in a voice that mocked that of a ditzy dancer.
“Most definitely,” said Leia, feeling a bit comfortable having such a seemingly cheerful partner. But she still couldn’t help but sense something suspicious about her.
“Me too,” said Mara. “I haven’t been tickled since I was a child, and I think I’ve forgotten what it’s like!” Yeah right, she thought to herself. I’ve never been tickled before. This is so ridiculous! Let’s just get this over with!
“Ok, aaaand…begin!” shouted Melina as she snapped her fingers.
Before actually going into action, Leia and Mara decided to watch the others for a bit. To see how this was done, exactly.
Yarna had lunged at Sy, and her heavy form had her straddled and was digging into her yellow ribs. Sy’s laughter sounded like birdcalls, as she tried desperately to get a good tickle in on Yarna’s water-filled skin. When she had hit a particularly good spot on Yarna’s ribs, Yarna shifted her position and started tickling Sy’s bird-like feet. But with Yarna’s position shifted toward’s Sy’s feet, this left Yarna’s feet within her own reach, and she dug into them with all her tickling strength. This caused the two fighters to roll around on the carpeting, trying to get the upper hand on the other’s feet.
For a long while, it seemed as if Rystáll would overpower Lyn, as Lyn’s outfit left her virtually naked. Lyn’s sensitive lekku must have been her most ticklish spot. But when Lyn finally got up enough strength to fight back, she found that Rystáll’s skin-tight outfit made her SUPER ticklish, and she curled up into a fetal position trying to protect herself from Lyn’s probing fingers, as well as the lekku on her head, which Lyn was using like extra limbs to help her tickle.
Jess was having a blast tickling Greeata. Greeata’s laughter sounded like an odd honking noise, but Jess didn’t care. Greeata reacted just as violently as any human female. That is, until Greeata’s long, suction-tipped fingers managed to touch Jess’s super-ticklish feet, and Jess collapsed into hysterics. Rodian fingers had a very tickly touch, and she used that to her advantage as she tickled her feet, while a hysterical Jess tried to tickle her way to victory on Greeata’s two-toed feet.
Leia and Mara finally turned to each other.
“Shall we begin?” asked Mara with false perkiness.
“I guess so,” said Leia, “but please go easy on me. I’m incredibly ticklish, and in this outfit…well, you get the idea.”
Mara forced a cheerful laugh. “Ok, I’ll try.”
But Mara, having never tickled or been tickled before, was unsure how to begin, and was caught off-guard by Leia’s attack. Leia dug her nails deeply into Mara’s ribs.
Mara had never felt such a sensation before. Ten nails swirling deep into her ribcage. Normally, the sensation would have been somewhat painful. But the sensation was swirling. Each nail was swirling around and around in tiny circles very rapidly, in such a way that it felt…funny. She’d hardly ever laughed before, but this sensation felt just so funny. She could not suppress a grin, and then, all at once, she burst out into a torrent of feminine chuckles, and she tried desperately to protect herself from Leia’s prying fingers.
“Ohahahahahahahahahaha! Hehehehehey! Hahahahahahahaha!”
Soon, Mara was on the ground, curled up in a ball trying to protect herself from Leia. But Leia was starting to thoroughly enjoy herself, despite the evil of her current location, and she switched her fingers rapidly from Mara’s ribs to her belly and back, to her squeezed underarms.
“Hahahahahahahahahahaha! OH GODahahahahahahahahaha! Oh, don’t hahahahahahahahahahahaha!”
Mara was rolling about on the carpeting, trying to avoid Leia’s persistent fingers. When she would roll onto her left side, Leia would tickle her exposed right side. This would cause Mara to roll back onto her right side to protect herself, but this would only expose her left side, causing her to once again.
“Hehe, say it,” teased Leia, a big grin on her face. “Say it…”
“Hahahahahahahahaha! Nohohohohohohohohoho!”
Mara couldn’t understand what had come over her. All these wiggling sensations all over her body seemed so strikingly funny to her body that she could not stop herself from laughing. Also, these sensations caused a strange reflex that caused her to try to protect herself from the funny sensations causing her to laugh. It was as if her body loved it and hated it at the same time. But she refused to beg and refused to give up and say the word. So she decided to fight back.
From what she’d noticed so far, tickling simply consisted of wiggling one’s fingers against someone, so, through her hysterics, she wiggled her fingers into Leia’s smooth underarms.
Leia squealed and tumbled backward onto the floor. The next thing she knew, Mara was upon her and giving Leia the same treatment Leia had been giving her.
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Oh, stop! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Aricahahahahahahahahahahaha! Oh, please! Hahahahaha! Don’t! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”
After a couple minutes, Leia brought up enough strength to fight back, and she grabbed Mara’s ankle and scribbled her well-manicured fingernails over the smooth surface of her bare sole.
Mara practically screamed at this, and she collapsed onto Leia. Leia quickly got her into a leg-log, and gently spidered her fingers all over Mara’s sensitive soles. Mara found that this tickled more than anything Leia had dealt on her so far, and she found herself squealing with laughter as she pounded her fists and clawed at the carpeting, while trying futilely to pull her legs out of Leia’s determined grasp. Finally, Mara could take no more.
“AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OKOK! HAHAHAHAHAHA! BOSKA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Leia let go of Mara’s legs, and they both lay in a laughing heap on the carpet for several minutes, both trying to catch their breaths. Soon they realized they were being applauded. They looked up and saw all the other dancers applauding them politely, including Melina.
“Bravo,” said Melina. “You two put on a great show! I’ve decided. You two are the new nominees for Oola’s replacement!”
“What?!” exclaimed Leia and Mara simultaneously.
Melina and the other dancers then brought Leia and Mara over to a bed with shackles at the corners.
“One at a time,” explained Melina, “you will be shackled to this bed and tickled. You are to try and withstand as much tickling as you can. The one who lasts shortest will become Oola’s replacement.
“Arica,” she addressed to Mara, “since you lost your match with Leia, you go first.”
“Oh my,” said Mara with fake embarrassment, “I hope I can take it this time!” But Mara knew she could. Having finally experienced tickling first-hand, she now knew what to expect.
Mara allowed the other dancers to shackle her spread-eagle onto the bed. The bed was actually pretty comfortable, with nice, soft cushions. Melina approached her at the head of the bed.
“Ready?” asked Melina?
Mara faked a nervous giggle. “Ready.”
“Then begin!” shouted Melina as she snapped her fingers.
Rystáll, Lyn, Greeata, and Jess each took out a Pylat feather, and began to run them gently along Mara’s soft underarms and soles.
Mara found the feathers caressing her armpits to be quite pleasant, but the feathers tracing lazy, random patterns along the bottoms of her feet were already starting to work on her strong nerves. She found her feet twitching involuntarily at the strokes of the soft feathers, and was grinning ear-to-ear at the pleasantness of the soft feathers at her underarms. She struggled to maintain her composure. She would not let herself, the Emperor’s Hand, be done in by something as childish and stupid as this tickling.
For several minutes, the tickling continued. By now, Mara’s feet were wiggling and flexing about, and she was biting her lip to hold in her laughter. But then, Rystáll and Jess decided to slide their feathers between Mara’s toes. This sensation caught her completely of guard, and immediately, Mara squealed and began giggling like a little girl. The feathering stopped as the dancers allowed her to catch her breath, and then they let her up.
“5 minutes,” stated Melina. “Not bad. Leia, you think you can outdo her?”
“I sure hope so,” replied Leia. Yea, especially since I don’t want to be the one that ends up chained to that vile beast upstairs, she thought to herself.
She reluctantly let the dancers shackle her down onto the bed. She had to admit, the bed did feel comfortable, but then she began shivering as the saw the dancers slowly approaching her, waving their feathers at her. She braced herself, scrunching her eyes shut, awaiting the inevitable.
Just then, she felt the soft tingle of the feathers touch her hollow armpits and the soles of her feet. Her feet twitched a bit out of reflex, and she tried desperately to ignore the sensations. Up and down, back and forth, and around in circles the feathers teased her. She struggled to pull her arms and feet away from the feathers, but it was no good. The Pylat feathers were long and thin, and probably the softest feathers off any bird in the galaxy.
Leia was starting to tingle all over as she fought the urge to laugh at the soft sensations caused by the soft feathers. She wiggled her toes and flexed her feet and shook her head from side to side as she struggled to ignore tingly, tickly sensations.
“You’re almost at Arica’s time,” Leia finally heard Melina say.
And at those words, Leia felt hope. I can win! she thought to herself. I can do this! I will not be chained to Jabba as a slave! I WON’T!
But just then, Rystáll and Jess chose that moment to slide their feathers between her toes, and, like Mara, her floodgate broke and she started laughing outright. The dancers unshackled her and she curled up, trying to contain her giggles. After she had calmed down, she realized what had happened. She was to be Jabba’s personal slave dancer, chained to him until either she was rescued or until Jabba got bored with her. And she had been so close to beating Arica, too!
“Ok, ladies,” said Melina sharply, “let’s move it! Up to the audience chamber! And new girl,” she addressed to Leia, “hope you enjoy slavery.” She grinned maliciously.
Yarna put a comforting hand on Leia’s shoulder. “Don’t worry child. We’ll all treat you quite well. But please do not cross Master Jabba. There’s no telling what he could do. Why, I’m only under contract with him so that he won’t harm my precious cubs.”
“He’s kidnapped you’re children?!” Leia asked incredulously.
“And murdered my mate, yes,” Yarna replied. “I must serve Jabba, for my cubs’ sake.”
Leia, walking along with the dancers, was furious. To be chained to this vile, sinister, murderous beast for who knows how long. She didn’t know if she could handle it.
Please get here soon, Luke, she pleaded to herself.
As for Mara, she had bigger fish to fry. Soon, Skywalker…you will meet your end, as my master commands!
END PART 1
*see second post b4 reading
STAR WARS: SCENES WE NEVER SAW
EPISODE VI: RETURN OF THE JEDI
PART 1
BY: MC^2
A Long Time Ago in a Galaxy Far, Far Away…
Luke Skywalker has returned to his home planet of Tatooine in an attempt to rescue his friend Han Solo from the clutches of the vile gangster Jabba the Hutt. Three years ago, Solo had been frozen in Carbonite when his own friend Lando Calrissian had betrayed him and turned him in to the notorious bounty hunter clone, Boba Fett. When Boba turned the frozen Han in to the Hutt gangster, Jabba was so thrilled that he began using Solo as a wall decoration!
For many months now, Luke, Princess Leia, Lando, and Chewbacca the Wookie have been working out a plan to rescue their friend. First, Lando infiltrated Jabba’s ****** and began posing as a ****** guard. Then Luke, who by now had perfected many of his Jedi skills and had finally built a lightsaber to call his own, sent his droids See-Threepio and Artoo-Detoo to Jabba’s ****** with an exchange offer: the droids for Solo. Jabba refused the offer, and kept the droids for himself.
After the droids failed to return, Leia donned the disguise of a deceased Ubese bounty hunter named Boushh, and brought Chewbacca in to Jabba. Later, while Jabba and his entourage slept, Leia, disguised as Boushh, snuck into the main audience chamber and thawed Han out of his Carbonite imprisonment. But almost immediately, they were caught by Jabba. Leia’s disguise hadn’t fooled him one bit. Han was to be thrown into a cell with his Wookie first-mate, while Leia was sentenced to the humiliating job of being a slave-dancer to Jabba.
Now, Jabba’s pig-like Gamorrean guards fiercly escorted Leia down into the lower levels of Jabba’s ******, and shoved her into a room full of many women, all of which were dancers belonging to Jabba the Hutt.
One bizarre-looking dancing girl was Sy Snootles, the Pa’lowick lead-vocalist for the Max Rebo Band. She was a odd-looking creature, with yellow skin covered with blue spots, a large gut, stork-like legs, and a long stalk protruding from her face, tipped with a set of ruby-red lips. Her only piece of clothing was a loose grass skirt, which allowed her to have easy movement when dancing on stage. Along with Sy was Max Rebo’s backup singers/dancers, Rystáll, Lyn Me, and Greeata.
Rystáll, a member of an alien species Leia could not recognize, was quite beautiful, with pale skin covered in purple spots. She had small horns on her temples, and a large mane of bright red hair. She had quite an exotic figure, save for her large hoof-like feet. She wore a tight dancing outfit, which fit her perfect form like a glove. When Leia first entered the ******, she had noticed Boba Fett flirting with this dancer.
Lyn Me, like Jabba’s majordomo Bib Fortuna, was a Twi’lek. She had a pair of large, shapely prehensile tentacles, or lekku, growing from her head, and chalk-white skin. She was scantly clad in an outfit that made her look like she was wearing ropes instead of clothes. On her feet, she wore simple silk dancing slippers.
Greeata, a green-skinned Rodian, had a long, snout-like face with big, bulbous eyes, pointed ears, and a pair of small antennae on her forehead. She had a large, furry Mohawk that ran from the top of her head and dropped down all along her back. Her outfit consisted of a sort of orange bikini, with an orange skirt made to cover her privates.
The other dancers in the room were Yarna D’al Gargan, Jess, and Arica. Yarna was an Askajian. She was a rather large woman, with six breasts, and a rather unattractive face covered in warts. Leia had heard some of Jabba’s audience members refer to this dancer as “The Ugly One”.
Jess was a very beautiful woman with shoulder-length white hair with several blue streaks dyed into it. She wore a sort of blue, metal brassiere, and long, baggy, blue pants. When Leia had first entered Jabba’s ****** with Chewbacca, she had seen this dancer being quite close to Bib Fortuna.
But out of all these dancers, it was Arica who looked more suspicious to Leia. Arica had beautiful shoulder-length black hair, which Leia assumed to be a wig, and a skin-tight, slightly transparent dancing outfit that resembled a one-piece bathing suit. Decorating her outfit were a long, blue skirt; long, blue pieces of clothing that she had draped around her forearms; gold armbands and a simple silver tiara.
Unknown to anyone in the whole ******, Arica had a dirty little secret. She was secretly the dark Jedi Mara Jade, the Emperor’s Hand. She had been sent to infliltrate Jabba’s ****** by Emperor Palpatine with explicit orders: Kill Luke Skywalker. Until further notice, Mara would not rest until that order was carried out.
After the Gammoreans had left, Leia was approached by Yarna. “Oh, look ladies,” she said to the others, “we have a new girl.” Despite the dark, dreariness of the ******, the dancers welcomed Leia warmly.
“What is your name, child?” asked Yarna in a comforting, motherly voice.
“L-Leia,” answered Leia, “Leia Organa.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Leia. My name is Yarna D’al Gargan. These are Sy Snootles, Rystáll, Lyn Me, Greeata, Jess, and a newcomer, Arica.”
“Pleased to meet you,” said Mara with forced cheerfulness.
“I-I’m sure,” said Leia uneasily. She was staring at Yarna’s curious unattractiveness. When Yarna noticed her staring, Leia immediately looked away.
“Oh, it’s alright, child. I don’t mind the stares. In fact, this ugliness is merely a disguise. I’m actually much more attractive. Being an Askajian, my heaviness comes from the fact that my body tissues can soak up liquids like a sponge, so that I can go without water for a very long time. On a non-desert planet, I am visibly much thinner. As for my face, well, Jabba makes me wear these false-warts so as to hide my true beauty.” She removed a wart to demonstrate her point. “You see, I’ve become one of Jabba’s favorite dancers, and have also become somewhat of a mother figure to him. So, he wants to keep me to himself somewhat. That’s another reason he makes me wear these warts. When wearing them, I remind him of his mother.”
“I see,” said Leia.
Just then, the door opened, and a stern-looking woman with long, black hair and a scarlet-red jumpsuit entered.
“All right, ladies,” she snapped, “we got a lot of work to do! We need to delicate our bodies for the master in time for our next performance!”
Just then, the woman turned to Leia. “You the new girl?” she asked.
“I suppose so,” said Leia.
“Good,” the woman answered, “cuz we just lost one a few hours ago.”
“Yes. Oola,” replied Lyn to Leia, “a Twi’lek like myself. The green one that Jabba dropped into the Rancor pit just before you arrived.”
“A Rancor?!” exclaimed Leia. She had heard stories of the monstrous Rancors, but had never, in her wildest dreams, had imagined that she’d ever encounter one.
“Yes, Oola, that’s the one,” said the woman, “Jabba dropped her in the pit because she refused to, ah…well, let’s just say Jabba wanted to explore his, uh…fetish with her.
A chill ran down Leia’s spine. She should have known a crime lord like Jabba the Hutt would have some sort of sick, disgusting fetish. But she couldn’t help but ask…
“What kind of fetish?”
The woman smiled and leaned in close to Leia and whispered…
“He wanted to…tickle her!”
Leia backed right into Sy at the sound of that word. Some of the women giggled at this.
“T-tickle?” Leia repeated.
“Oh yes,” said the woman, “in fact, it’s Master Jabba’s method of making us more delicate, as dancers. He has us go through tickle sessions before every performance. It’s a preposterous idea, if you ask me, but at least it’s fun! I’m Melina Cardiss, by the way. I used to be a professional dancer, now I’m Master Jabba’s current dance designer. Anyway, Oola naturally refused Jabba fiercely, because she must have been the most ticklish dancer of all of us! Maybe the most ticklish in the whole galaxy!”
Leia got more and more nervous as Melina spoke. Tickling before every performance? Why’d it have to be tickling? Why did this kind of thing keep happening to her? She didn’t know if she could take it.
“Anyway,” said Melina as she rummaged through some dancing clothes, “this will be your new outfit.” She took out what looked like a skimpy, golden bikini with a long brown skirt to cover her privates, a gold armband, a gold wristband, and a pair of tiny leather boots.
Leia looked at the outfit curiously. She knew she’d be completely humiliated to be wearing that thin for Jabba and his guests. However, she knew that, if she and Han ever got out of this mess, she wouldn’t mind wearing it for Han. She blushed slightly at the thought. Finally, she agreed to put it on, and was helped out of her disguise by Arica and Jess.
As Leia was helped into her new outfit, the other dancers treated her very warmly, almost like a sister. And since Leia always preferred to wear her hair braided in some way, Jess offered to braid her hair into a long, pretty pigtail. When Leia had finished dressing, she looked at herself in the mirror. Instead of a royal senator from Alderaan, she saw a beautiful dancer staring back at her. She actually smiled a bit. She found it slightly fun to dress up as something she wanted to be when she was a little girl. She remembered the many dance lessons she had taken in Alderaan’s royal ****** before taking an interest in her father’s political business and his involvement in the Rebellion. The only downside to this outfit was that it made her look…exotic. But either way, it made her look like a whole new person. She practiced a couple of old dance steps she remembered, much to the friendly applause of her fellow dancers.
“All right, ladies,” interrupted Melina, “fun times over. Time to make your bodies more delicate! Everyone take a partner!”
“What? Partner?” Leia was confused, and she could tell by Arica’s expression that she was confused as well. Obviously, Arica hadn’t been “made to be delicate” yet.
Yarna took them both aside. “Well, children, it’s like this. Because the master believes tickling can make a lady more delicate, he has us split up into pairs and have tickle fights. It’s harmless fun, actually. Each paired-up fight ends when one of the fighters cannot take anymore and says “boska”, understand?”
Leia felt another chill run down her back. Once again, she had found herself in some sort of ticklish situation. Why me? she asked herself. But at least she wasn’t restrained this time. She could fight back this time. Who knows? This time it might actually be fun.
As for Mara, she had never been tickled in her life. She’d heard about it before, but felt that the whole concept, and her current situation, was completely absurd. Here was the Emperor’s Hand, about to get into a tickle fight with someone she barely knew. How embarrassing, she thought to herself. I should remind myself to kill Jabba and burn this place down after I’ve killed Skywalker.
Finally, everyone chose a partner, and those wearing foot-clothing (except Rystáll, as her foot clothing was part of her outfit; besides, she had hooves, not feet) removed them. Sy teamed up with Yarna, Rystáll with Lyn, Greatta with Jess, and, as they were nervous about picking partners, Leia and Arica were stuck together.
“Nervous?” asked Mara, in a voice that mocked that of a ditzy dancer.
“Most definitely,” said Leia, feeling a bit comfortable having such a seemingly cheerful partner. But she still couldn’t help but sense something suspicious about her.
“Me too,” said Mara. “I haven’t been tickled since I was a child, and I think I’ve forgotten what it’s like!” Yeah right, she thought to herself. I’ve never been tickled before. This is so ridiculous! Let’s just get this over with!
“Ok, aaaand…begin!” shouted Melina as she snapped her fingers.
Before actually going into action, Leia and Mara decided to watch the others for a bit. To see how this was done, exactly.
Yarna had lunged at Sy, and her heavy form had her straddled and was digging into her yellow ribs. Sy’s laughter sounded like birdcalls, as she tried desperately to get a good tickle in on Yarna’s water-filled skin. When she had hit a particularly good spot on Yarna’s ribs, Yarna shifted her position and started tickling Sy’s bird-like feet. But with Yarna’s position shifted toward’s Sy’s feet, this left Yarna’s feet within her own reach, and she dug into them with all her tickling strength. This caused the two fighters to roll around on the carpeting, trying to get the upper hand on the other’s feet.
For a long while, it seemed as if Rystáll would overpower Lyn, as Lyn’s outfit left her virtually naked. Lyn’s sensitive lekku must have been her most ticklish spot. But when Lyn finally got up enough strength to fight back, she found that Rystáll’s skin-tight outfit made her SUPER ticklish, and she curled up into a fetal position trying to protect herself from Lyn’s probing fingers, as well as the lekku on her head, which Lyn was using like extra limbs to help her tickle.
Jess was having a blast tickling Greeata. Greeata’s laughter sounded like an odd honking noise, but Jess didn’t care. Greeata reacted just as violently as any human female. That is, until Greeata’s long, suction-tipped fingers managed to touch Jess’s super-ticklish feet, and Jess collapsed into hysterics. Rodian fingers had a very tickly touch, and she used that to her advantage as she tickled her feet, while a hysterical Jess tried to tickle her way to victory on Greeata’s two-toed feet.
Leia and Mara finally turned to each other.
“Shall we begin?” asked Mara with false perkiness.
“I guess so,” said Leia, “but please go easy on me. I’m incredibly ticklish, and in this outfit…well, you get the idea.”
Mara forced a cheerful laugh. “Ok, I’ll try.”
But Mara, having never tickled or been tickled before, was unsure how to begin, and was caught off-guard by Leia’s attack. Leia dug her nails deeply into Mara’s ribs.
Mara had never felt such a sensation before. Ten nails swirling deep into her ribcage. Normally, the sensation would have been somewhat painful. But the sensation was swirling. Each nail was swirling around and around in tiny circles very rapidly, in such a way that it felt…funny. She’d hardly ever laughed before, but this sensation felt just so funny. She could not suppress a grin, and then, all at once, she burst out into a torrent of feminine chuckles, and she tried desperately to protect herself from Leia’s prying fingers.
“Ohahahahahahahahahaha! Hehehehehey! Hahahahahahahaha!”
Soon, Mara was on the ground, curled up in a ball trying to protect herself from Leia. But Leia was starting to thoroughly enjoy herself, despite the evil of her current location, and she switched her fingers rapidly from Mara’s ribs to her belly and back, to her squeezed underarms.
“Hahahahahahahahahahaha! OH GODahahahahahahahahaha! Oh, don’t hahahahahahahahahahahaha!”
Mara was rolling about on the carpeting, trying to avoid Leia’s persistent fingers. When she would roll onto her left side, Leia would tickle her exposed right side. This would cause Mara to roll back onto her right side to protect herself, but this would only expose her left side, causing her to once again.
“Hehe, say it,” teased Leia, a big grin on her face. “Say it…”
“Hahahahahahahahaha! Nohohohohohohohohoho!”
Mara couldn’t understand what had come over her. All these wiggling sensations all over her body seemed so strikingly funny to her body that she could not stop herself from laughing. Also, these sensations caused a strange reflex that caused her to try to protect herself from the funny sensations causing her to laugh. It was as if her body loved it and hated it at the same time. But she refused to beg and refused to give up and say the word. So she decided to fight back.
From what she’d noticed so far, tickling simply consisted of wiggling one’s fingers against someone, so, through her hysterics, she wiggled her fingers into Leia’s smooth underarms.
Leia squealed and tumbled backward onto the floor. The next thing she knew, Mara was upon her and giving Leia the same treatment Leia had been giving her.
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Oh, stop! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Aricahahahahahahahahahahaha! Oh, please! Hahahahaha! Don’t! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”
After a couple minutes, Leia brought up enough strength to fight back, and she grabbed Mara’s ankle and scribbled her well-manicured fingernails over the smooth surface of her bare sole.
Mara practically screamed at this, and she collapsed onto Leia. Leia quickly got her into a leg-log, and gently spidered her fingers all over Mara’s sensitive soles. Mara found that this tickled more than anything Leia had dealt on her so far, and she found herself squealing with laughter as she pounded her fists and clawed at the carpeting, while trying futilely to pull her legs out of Leia’s determined grasp. Finally, Mara could take no more.
“AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OKOK! HAHAHAHAHAHA! BOSKA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Leia let go of Mara’s legs, and they both lay in a laughing heap on the carpet for several minutes, both trying to catch their breaths. Soon they realized they were being applauded. They looked up and saw all the other dancers applauding them politely, including Melina.
“Bravo,” said Melina. “You two put on a great show! I’ve decided. You two are the new nominees for Oola’s replacement!”
“What?!” exclaimed Leia and Mara simultaneously.
Melina and the other dancers then brought Leia and Mara over to a bed with shackles at the corners.
“One at a time,” explained Melina, “you will be shackled to this bed and tickled. You are to try and withstand as much tickling as you can. The one who lasts shortest will become Oola’s replacement.
“Arica,” she addressed to Mara, “since you lost your match with Leia, you go first.”
“Oh my,” said Mara with fake embarrassment, “I hope I can take it this time!” But Mara knew she could. Having finally experienced tickling first-hand, she now knew what to expect.
Mara allowed the other dancers to shackle her spread-eagle onto the bed. The bed was actually pretty comfortable, with nice, soft cushions. Melina approached her at the head of the bed.
“Ready?” asked Melina?
Mara faked a nervous giggle. “Ready.”
“Then begin!” shouted Melina as she snapped her fingers.
Rystáll, Lyn, Greeata, and Jess each took out a Pylat feather, and began to run them gently along Mara’s soft underarms and soles.
Mara found the feathers caressing her armpits to be quite pleasant, but the feathers tracing lazy, random patterns along the bottoms of her feet were already starting to work on her strong nerves. She found her feet twitching involuntarily at the strokes of the soft feathers, and was grinning ear-to-ear at the pleasantness of the soft feathers at her underarms. She struggled to maintain her composure. She would not let herself, the Emperor’s Hand, be done in by something as childish and stupid as this tickling.
For several minutes, the tickling continued. By now, Mara’s feet were wiggling and flexing about, and she was biting her lip to hold in her laughter. But then, Rystáll and Jess decided to slide their feathers between Mara’s toes. This sensation caught her completely of guard, and immediately, Mara squealed and began giggling like a little girl. The feathering stopped as the dancers allowed her to catch her breath, and then they let her up.
“5 minutes,” stated Melina. “Not bad. Leia, you think you can outdo her?”
“I sure hope so,” replied Leia. Yea, especially since I don’t want to be the one that ends up chained to that vile beast upstairs, she thought to herself.
She reluctantly let the dancers shackle her down onto the bed. She had to admit, the bed did feel comfortable, but then she began shivering as the saw the dancers slowly approaching her, waving their feathers at her. She braced herself, scrunching her eyes shut, awaiting the inevitable.
Just then, she felt the soft tingle of the feathers touch her hollow armpits and the soles of her feet. Her feet twitched a bit out of reflex, and she tried desperately to ignore the sensations. Up and down, back and forth, and around in circles the feathers teased her. She struggled to pull her arms and feet away from the feathers, but it was no good. The Pylat feathers were long and thin, and probably the softest feathers off any bird in the galaxy.
Leia was starting to tingle all over as she fought the urge to laugh at the soft sensations caused by the soft feathers. She wiggled her toes and flexed her feet and shook her head from side to side as she struggled to ignore tingly, tickly sensations.
“You’re almost at Arica’s time,” Leia finally heard Melina say.
And at those words, Leia felt hope. I can win! she thought to herself. I can do this! I will not be chained to Jabba as a slave! I WON’T!
But just then, Rystáll and Jess chose that moment to slide their feathers between her toes, and, like Mara, her floodgate broke and she started laughing outright. The dancers unshackled her and she curled up, trying to contain her giggles. After she had calmed down, she realized what had happened. She was to be Jabba’s personal slave dancer, chained to him until either she was rescued or until Jabba got bored with her. And she had been so close to beating Arica, too!
“Ok, ladies,” said Melina sharply, “let’s move it! Up to the audience chamber! And new girl,” she addressed to Leia, “hope you enjoy slavery.” She grinned maliciously.
Yarna put a comforting hand on Leia’s shoulder. “Don’t worry child. We’ll all treat you quite well. But please do not cross Master Jabba. There’s no telling what he could do. Why, I’m only under contract with him so that he won’t harm my precious cubs.”
“He’s kidnapped you’re children?!” Leia asked incredulously.
“And murdered my mate, yes,” Yarna replied. “I must serve Jabba, for my cubs’ sake.”
Leia, walking along with the dancers, was furious. To be chained to this vile, sinister, murderous beast for who knows how long. She didn’t know if she could handle it.
Please get here soon, Luke, she pleaded to herself.
As for Mara, she had bigger fish to fry. Soon, Skywalker…you will meet your end, as my master commands!
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