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When I started writing this I felt it had too much tickling, so I added more story.
Now I feel like it has too much story and not enough tickling lol.
I’ll try and strike a better balance in the next installment!
Chapter One
“We have powerful friends,” Leia hissed. “You’re going to regret this!”
Her desperate attempt at intimidation didn’t seem to have much of an effect as the Gamorrean shoved her up against Jabba’s repulsive bulk. His deep, booming laughter echoed across the chamber as he sneered at her, his slime-covered mouth breaking into a cavernous grin.
“We shall see,” he replied. “In the meantime, let’s see what our thief looks like in the flesh.”
“What are you talking about?” she snapped at him, trying to maintain authority and composure. “My name is-“
“I don’t care what your name is,” he interrupted, waving one of his massive arms as if to swat away such a trivial bit of information. “Strip for us. Now.”
Leia flushed red as fear and rage coursed through her body in equal measure. She attempted to regain her composure as quickly as she could, glaring defiantly back at him.
“I won’t… I won’t be… paraded about your palace like one of your servant-girls, Jabba,” she stammered, trying her best to sound authoritative. “I’m an Alderaanian diplomat, and you will treat me with the respect and reverence such a distinguished title dema--.”
Jabba boomed with laughter, as did the rest of the room.
“This is the Outer Rim,” he scoffed. “We recognize no ‘diplomats’ here.”
“Regardless, I refuse to indulge you in your perversions,” she retorted, her confidence growing. “You’ll just have to--“
But what Jabba would just have to do, the room never found out. Two of Jabba’s Gamorrean guards had approached the brazen princess from behind, and taken ahold of her arms. She struggled in vain as their powerful paws ripped open her shirt.
Overcome with shock, Leia marveled at both their astonishing strength and the cool air she was now feeling on her nipples. The room hooted and hollered in appreciation of her assets as the humiliation sank in.
“Not bad,” Jabba sneered. “Now let’s see the rest of what our pretty little ‘diplomat’ has to offer us.”
With a wave of his hand, Jabba signaled the Gamorreans to continue. They eagerly tore the clothes from Leia’s body, despite her yelps and protestations. She landed a kick on one Gamorrean’s snout, for which she received a sharp smack on her peach-shaped ass. Her squeal of pain was drowned out by the laughter of the onlookers.
Leia continued to shout in protest, burning red with shame and rage as more and more of her milk-white body was exposed to these hardened criminals. Leia knew she had to fight this to the end- it was the only way she could preserve a shred of her dignity. The irony was that the exposure of her pure, creamy skin and entitled personality only stoked the desire of the onlookers to see her brought to heel.
“Now, enough games,” Jabba boomed as the laughter died down. “Clearly, you are in no position to negotiate, thief.”
Standing naked in front of a room full of people, her arms held tight by large and powerful pig-men, Leia grudgingly agreed, although she refused to let him hear her say it out loud.
“Nevertheless, the Great Jabba is known to be generous. I shall give you a choice. You can either be sent to my interrogation droids, where we will extract all you know, and then- eventually- kill you. Or, you can voluntarily submit to my rule, and serve as one of my personal dancers. You will be fed well, clothed, and under my personal guards’ protection- but you will submit to me on demand. What say you?”
Leia shuddered at her prospects. She’d seen the interrogation droids on her way in, her death would not be quick or pleasant. And there was no telling how long it would take for Luke to get here. She’d be better off biding her time as his slave-girl, she reasoned. At the very least, she’d be easy for Luke to find.
She couldn’t give Jabba complete control so easily, though- she had to keep something in her hand. She blurted out the only thing left she could think of:
“I’ll serve you, Jabba,” she said, trying to sound confident. “But I won’t dance for you.”
It was a risk, but maybe he’d respect her for her attempt to retain some measure of control. She wasn’t an object, she was a person, and not just any person, but a princess- and he would treat her as such.
Jabba laughed a long, deep laugh that reverberated across the room as everyone else watched in silence, not daring to interrupt him or miss his response.
“All in good time, thief,” he responded. “All in good time…”
***
After being unceremoniously dumped in a private servants’ quarters, Leia stopped to take stock of her situation. The room she was in was a glorified jail cell, but she noted it was still far superior to the cell Vader had kept her in. There was a bed, a ceiling light, and a wardrobe she was sure was filled with the degrading outfits Jabba would attempt to make her wear if she didn’t escape quick enough.
As there was nothing else to see, she opened the wardrobe, cringing in anticipation of what she would see. The wardrobe held only a collection of sheer gowns, in a variety of colors. Not tasteless, but not very protective either. And certainly leaving nothing to the imagination. She pulled out a lavender-colored one and slipped it on, as it at least gave her a semblance of being dressed in something, as opposed to completely naked.
She sat at the edge of the bed, and immediately ran over the corridors she’d just been dragged through in her memory. What passages had looked the most promising? Which doors looked like they could be picked open, or broken down? Which servants looked loyal, and which looked like they’d help in an escape attempt? She spent a few hours deliberating over this before growing weary and passing out onto the bed.
Leia woke the next morning in her cell, and waited. No one came, and it was far too easy to lose track of time when you have nothing to do but wait to see what punishments are in store for you. Growing impatient, she stood up from the bed and rattled the door, to see if anyone nearby would respond. To her astonishment, the door opened.
It wasn’t even locked, she thought. Was it a miracle of an oversight? Was she meant to escape? Had the guard simply forgotten?
She tentatively stepped out of her cell, expecting a guard to come at any moment and detain her, only to find herself in a larger, circular room that looked remarkably comfortable and well-lit. Light streamed from windows in the ceiling, and was caught by various floor-to-ceiling veils in a variety of colors. The floor was littered with pillows of all shapes and sizes, and a few small side-tables.
She heard a feminine giggle from somewhere in the room, and started parting the veils to reach it. She heard a few whispers in response, and soon found herself standing in front of three Twi’lek women pleasuring each other’s nether regions.
“Sorry- I didn’t-“ Leia stammered, embarrassed to have stumbled upon them in a moment of intimacy.
The girls didn’t seem perturbed in the slightest. “New here?” a blue one asked, sitting up and giving Leia a look of appraisal.
“Jabba’s holding me here against my will,” Leia briefed them, “I need to rescue my friends and get back to my ship as soon as possible.”
The girls giggled again. “Ooh, a woman of action!” the green Twi’lek purred as she stood up and swayed towards her. “You’re going to have to put your big, important plans on hold for a while. You’re in Jabba’s harem right now, which means you’re going to have to earn your freedom like the rest of us!”
“That won’t be necessary,” Leia replied. “I am a member of the Imperial Senate, and the Princess of Alderaan.”
“Wooooow!” the Twi’leks cooed, looking at each other in mock amazement.
“The pwetty pwincess thinks she’s better than everyone else, and doesn’t have to play by the rules!”* the red Twi’lek said, with a pouting expression on her face.
“Is the wittle pwincess ticklish?” the blue one asked, reaching into Leia’s loose gown to graze her ribcage with light, playful pinches. The Twi’leks snickered as they watched the princess’ mouth twitch and her flat, toned stomach heave with involuntary giggles as she tried to retain her composure.
“Stop that!” Leia demanded, swatting the offending fingers away. “I’m serious, I -oooh!”
Leia stumbled over one of the exotic pillows littering the floor and fell with a flop onto a cushioned rug. She didn’t have much time to be grateful for the softened fall before the Twi’leks descended upon her.
“I’ve never tickled a princess before!” one said, grabbing a foot and spidering her fingers over it, causing Leia to shriek with laughter.
“I think she likes it,” another teased, sitting on Leia’s outstretched arms to wiggle her fingers in the Princess’ exposed armpits uninhibited.
“I don’t like it!” Leia wheezed through the laughter, unable to pull her arms down to stop the fingers at her pits. “This is ridiculous, stop tickling me!”
“You better learn to like it, or they’ll throw you to the Rancor!” they responded with a laugh.
They continued to assault Leia’s ticklish body for a few minutes, leaving no part of her unexplored. The loose gown she wore was all but worthless in terms of protection, it was too easily brushed aside or tickled through to be of any help. It didn’t take much time for Leia to be near delirious with laughter, she couldn’t tell if she was enjoying it, hating it, or completely unhinged due to lack of oxygen.
It wasn’t long before the Twi’lek ticklers noticed Leia’s feelings as well.
“You’re looking awful horny, your majesty,” one of them remarked, noticing Leia’s slick lips as she tormented the princess’ sensitive asshole with a feather.
“Please, just stop!” Leia begged as she tried to stop involuntarily humping the pillow under her.
“I’m sorry, I don’t speak ‘pwetty pwincess,’” the Twi’lek replied, “but I know a horny tickle-slut when I see one!”
Just as the ticklers were about to subject Leia to a bantha-sized dildo, their fun was cut short by the arrival of one of Jabba’s bounty hunters, the infamous Boba Fett.
“I need that one,” Boba Fett said, pointing at the frenzied princess panting amidst a pile of pillows.
“Right now?” the blue Twi’lek purred, sidling up to Boba. “We warmed her up for you, if you’d like to join us…”
“Not today,” the bounty hunter replied, moving to pick the princess up from the pillows. She flinched involuntarily as he reached out to her, as anyone would after being tickled in such a merciless fashion, then accepted the hand up.
“And what do you need me for?” Leia asked, adjusting her gown so it provided at least a modest amount of coverage, despite the fact this bounty hunter had clearly already seen all of her as she lay collapsed on the ground. “Are you here to tickle me next?”
“As tempting as the offer sounds, I’m here to take you to your outfit fitting,” Boba replied.
“What, this gown isn’t enough?” Leia scoffed.
“Not enough utility features,” Boba jokingly replied, gesturing at his own well-equipped belt and armor.
He took her down a series of hallways until they ended up in a room full of racks of outlandish clothing. All sorts of alien shapes and sizes were represented, but Leia noticed it was mostly humanoid clothing.
When she remarked as such, Boba nodded in agreement. “Yeah, Jabba prefers humanoids. Makes him a bit of a ‘freak’ amongst his own kind, but who’s going to argue with the Almighty Jabba?”
“I have a few choice words to say to him,” Leia muttered as a fitting droid rolled up to her.
“Greetings,” the droid warbled at her. “I have been sent by the Almighty Jabba to see to your attire. Please disrobe so I may assess your measurements.”
She instinctively looked over at Boba self-consciously, but then dropped her robes to the floor with an exasperated sigh. It’s not like she had much skin left to hide from him. She was grateful he was wearing that dehumanizing helmet, but flushed with pleasure as she heard a barely-perceptible gasp escape his lips at the sight of her naked form.
The droid wasted no time gently clamping down on her body from various angles, whirring away as it calculated her measurements. She yelped with surprise when it started pinching her nipples, and she heard a chuckle come out from underneath Boba’s helmet.
“My apologies,” the droid buzzed, “but I must determine nipple size to ensure an accurate fit.”
“It’s very thorough, isn’t it?” she remarked with a scowl.
“Jabba has pre-selected the articles of clothing I am to adjust for you,” the droid told Leia once it was finished. “Please wait as I make the appropriate refinements.”
The droid left the room, leaving Leia and the bounty hunter to sit in an uncomfortable silence for almost an hour. Succumbing to boredom, she finally turned to him and asked, “how do I get out of here?”
”You don’t.”
She expected that answer, but figured it was worth a try.
”We can pay you mo-”
”No you can’t.”
Before Leia could press further, the fitting droid returned with what seemed to be the tiniest metal bikini she had ever seen.
“Oh, you can’t be serious,” she scoffed, throwing her hands up angrily.
“This is standard attire,” the droid warbled.
”I can’t wear that, there are Imperial senators here who will see me!” Leia protested.
”I believe that’s part of the point, isn’t it?” Boba said.
“Regardless, the Almighty Jabba’s requirements are firm,” the droid chimed in. “The designated garments must be worn by the designated individual, in preparation for ‘Servant’s Training.’”
“I’m no one’s servant,” Leia snarled, trembling with rage.
“Perhaps that is why the Almighty Jabba ordered this training,” the droid replied mechanically as Boba roared with laughter.
Chapter Two
Leia burned with shame as the bounty hunter walked her through the palace to where the "Servant's Training" would take place. No one really seemed to give her more than a passing glance, but she knew that with it came a silent and immediate appraisal.
The training room was empty except for a single RA-7 protocol droid. It looked similar to C-3PO, but with a more aggressive and bug-like head.
“My designation is P6-A7, I am here to instruct you on proper procedure and decorum expected from our serving-girls.” it warbled to them as they approached.
"Fantastic," Leia replied.
"That remains to be seen. In addition, will be accompanying you for the first day, to monitor and assess your performance."
"You might find I'm a slow learner," she scoffed.
“The Great and Powerful Jabba has many wealthy and influential clients," the droid warned. "It is important to Jabba, and therefore important to you, that his clients are satisfied.”
“‘Wealthy and influential’ is my specialty,” Leia said.
“Excellent,” P6-A7 said, missing the humor. “To begin, please demonstrate the proper step form while on the serving floor.”
“What?” Leia asked.
“Step form- do you know how to walk in a manner that is pleasing to the clients?”
“I imagine they want me to avoid stepping on their toes,” Leia replied.
“Yes,” P6-A7 said, “as well as a great many other things.”
The droid handed her a copper serving tray.
[His name will be P6-A7, he's an RA-7 Protocol Droid. Looks similar to C3p0, but with a more buglike head]
“Like this?” Leia asked, walking across the room blandly with the tray balanced on her left hand.
“Not quite,” P6-A7 replied. “Remember, you are a high-value asset of the Great and Powerful Jabba. Your form must exude the sensuality befitting of your status- exotic and expensive on the one hand, and servile on the other.”
“So what, you want me to strut?” Leia demanded angrily. She didn't think it was possible, but she suddenly felt even more vulnerable in this skimpy gold outfit. “You want me to sway my hips, stick my chest out?”
“Why yes,” P6-A7 replied. “That would be closer to the ideal we are endeavoring to present to our clients.”
“If you think for one second that I’m going to- AACK!!!”
Leia's retort was violently cut off as she felt a jolt at her neck.
“Did this thing just shock me?” She shouted in disbelief as she pulled at her collar.
“Insubordination will not be tolerated,” the droid said flatly.
Infuriated but unwilling to find out just how trigger-happy this droid was, Leia sashayed her way over to P6-A7, making sure to pop her hips as seductively as she knew how.
“Now, that’s more like it,” P6-A7 chirped.
“One day, I’m going to dismantle you piece by piece,” Leia snarled.
“One day, I might forget to turn off the electricity,” P6-A7 replied.
Leia screamed as she felt not only the collar, but the rest of the outfit shock her as well. Her bra jolted her nipples, while her panties sent a shock to her crotch and anus; and they lasted agonizingly longer than the last time. When it was over, she found herself on the floor with tears in her eyes.
***
It didn’t take long for Leia to learn to quietly obey P6-A7’s commands. She reconciled with it by telling herself that she’d have to be patient, bide her time, and calculate the perfect revenge on this droid. Once she was able to obey P6-A7's commands to it's satisfaction, it brought her onto the main floor.
She'd been dreading this moment. It felt like all eyes in the room were on her, and it made things worse to know that she personally knew some of them. In particular, she could see two Imperial senators in particular who were staring at her with a malicious hunger.
Their names were Jart and Undok. Jart was a Twi-lek representative of Ryloth, and wasn’t particularly popular in the senate. Nor was he popular amongst his own people- he had a reputation for mistreating his servants, though nothing has ever been definitely proven. Nonetheless, Leia had heard more than enough rumors to regard him with suspicion. Undok was a long-foreheaded Cerean, and while he was an ineffectual and rude politician, he was surprisingly adept at tax evasion, according to reports. Leia had no idea how he’d evaded prison, other than hearsay that he was particularly well-connected with upper echelons of the Banking Clan.
She tried her best to avoid meeting their eyes as she served the seedy denizens of Jabba’s saloon, but she found it near impossible as they never took their eyes off her. Eventually she decided she’d rather get this over with by confronting them directly, and made her way over to their table.
“If all the female politicians of Alderaan had dressed this way, I would have visited more often,” Jart remarked, eagerly drinking in the shapely sight before him.
“What do you want?” Leia replied, trying to convey that she was in no mood for witty banter.
"I'll tell you what we want," Jart said as he looked her up and down, "is verification."
"Some of the other girls mentioned our favorite Alderaanian princess is ticklish..." Jart continued with a malicious grin. "We want to find out for ourselves..."
Leia scoffed with disgust, but a cold trickle of fear ran down her exposed spine. The last thing she needed right now was to be utterly humiliated in front of these senators, and everyone else in the room. And yet, her stiffening nipples reminded her of the shock they'd receive if she refused.
"Look at her blush!" Undok laughed, as Leia came to the realization that the mere thought of her imminent humiliation was arousing her- and it was obvious to everyone else as well.
"Are you finished mocking me?" Leia asked, doing her best to sound confident.
"Take a seat, senator," Jart said, patting the open stool at their table.
Leia obeyed, although unsure why. Her heart started to pound as he raised her left leg, and gently tugged her boot off. She was revolted by the ravenous look he gave her naked foot, now awaiting its torment.
The senator gently and slowly dragged one finger straight down the middle of her foot, from toe to heel. Leia held her breath and clenched her mouth shut as hard as she could- there was no way she was going to give him the satisfaction of reducing her to a giggling little girl.
Unfortunately, the stubborn princess didn't notice Undok sneaking up behind her. As she focused all of her attention on the single finger attending to her tender foot, two rough hands reached around her exposed ribcage.
"What about here!?" Undok said suddenly, giving her ribs a series of pinches.
Leia shrieked in shock, and then lost all control. She screamed with laughter as the two senators unleashed a full tickle assault on her foot and abdomen. Jart scribbled his fingers across the sole of her foot, while Undok pinched his way across her toned belly, over her hipbones, up her ribcage, and into her armpits. Many others were now turning to look at what the fuss was about, and to her horror, her antics had started to draw a crowd.
"This a new girl?" one of the onlookers asked.
"She looks delicious," another added. "Good enough to eat!"
"-and clean enough to eat off of," a deep voice boomed. Through the crowd lumbered a hulking, hairy, tentacle-covered mass. Leia had never seen such a creature before.
"Would you like to join us for a meal, Grumba?" Jart asked, a malicious sneer curling across his face.
"Is she available for a platter?" the alien asked.
"Oh yes," P6-A7 replied. "I can have her prepared straight away."
***
Leia soon found herself strapped naked to a padded table, soaked from head to ticklish toe in some kind of oil that smelled faintly sweet. Small cakes had been placed on her abdomen.
“If you drop even a single one of these, you will spend the rest of the day in the torture chamber,” P6-A7 warned her.
"I'm going to reprogram you to do nothing but shovel bantha shit," Leia snarled.
"Enjoy dinner," P6-A7 replied.
The table, with her on it, was then rolled out to the room she’d just left. Despite being drenched in some kind of oily substance, she couldn't slide her hands or feet out of the cuffs that held her in place.
"I didn't think it was possible for you to look any more delicious," Jart teased her. "I stand corrected."
He picked up one of the cakes that had been placed on her armpit and popped it into his mouth.
"Better not drop any," he said through a mouthful of cake. "You heard the droid. Tickle-torture is definitely preferable to whatever they'd do to you if these cakes fall."
"What are you doing?" Leia demanded as Jart leaned in close to her exposed armpit. She was trying to remain as motionless as possible as the cakes were picked off her, and he wasn't making this any easier.
"Looks like I missed a few crumbs," he replied, and started nibbling on her armpit.
"Ack! NO! STOP!" Leia giggled, trying to fight off the aggravating sensation of his lips and tongue invading her underarm.
Her toned stomach heaved from the involuntary giggles, despite her desperate attempts to remain still. The others laughed cruelly at her efforts as they ate, prodding and pinching her helpless body as they chewed on the delicacies.
Once all the cakes had been eaten off her, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't get too comfortable, princess," Undok warned her. "Grumba hasn't eaten yet."
"What's left?" Leia asked, her heart sinking.
Undok didn't respond, but ran a finger down her ticklish arm, collecting up some of the sweet oil that she was completely covered in.
"No..." Leia pleaded, her eyes widening in fear.
"Yes..." Undok said, his eyes gleaming with malice.
Leia's lithe body began to tremble as Grumba lumbered towards her; his disgusting, hairy tentacles swaying back and forth. They coiled up seemingly on their own, reminding her of an octopus, or a bundle of snakes. The panicked princess strained against her bonds as hard as she could, but couldn't escape the impending feast.
She screamed as the tentacles engulfed her foot, and thrashed about like an animal. All pretense of dignity was gone, she was reduced to an animalistic desire to make the overwhelmingly ticklish sensations stop as she felt hundreds of tiny, hairy suckers gently peck at every inch of her sole, heel, and toes.
By the time Grumba had made his way up her leg, she thought she was going to piss herself. When he started on her other foot, she *did* piss herself-but all she could think about was how she couldn't stop screaming with laughter. Grumba didn't seem to mind at all, as when he finished with her second leg, he started in on her crotch.
What happened next was, for Leia, nothing short of a sexual awakening. The feeling of Grumba's tentacles in her ass, in and around her slick pussy, and caressing her ticklish hip bones, left her nearly screaming in ecstasy. Unfortunately for her it was over as soon as it began, as Grumba's needs weren't sexual- he merely viewed the woman as an entertaining serving dish for his meal.
This gave Jart and Undok an idea, however. As Grumba made his way up the helpless princess's stomach and ribcage, they launched their own tickle assault on her feet. Jart reached over with his other hand and started toying with Leia's asshole as well, while Undok found her clit and started to gently and steadily massage it.
"YES! YES!" Leia begged as Grumba's suckers reached her upper torso, kissing her aching nipples and nibbling in her shaven armpits. A powerful orgasm ripped through her like a thunderbolt, and she squirted all over the table while the two Imperial senators continued teasing her soles with their fingers.
She came down from the orgasmic high just as Grumba was finishing up with his feast. She lay there gasping for breath, her licked-clean chest rising and falling as he paid the droid a sizable amount of credits, then lumbered off with a belch.
P6-A7 rolled the exhausted princess off to be washed and dressed, and she despaired to see a line had started to form.
"What do they want?" she panted, terrified of the answer.
"I imagine they want their turn with our newest talent," the droid replied.
Leia groaned, and tried to console herself with fantasizing about how she would destroy this damned droid.
To be continued...
Now I feel like it has too much story and not enough tickling lol.
I’ll try and strike a better balance in the next installment!
Chapter One
“We have powerful friends,” Leia hissed. “You’re going to regret this!”
Her desperate attempt at intimidation didn’t seem to have much of an effect as the Gamorrean shoved her up against Jabba’s repulsive bulk. His deep, booming laughter echoed across the chamber as he sneered at her, his slime-covered mouth breaking into a cavernous grin.
“We shall see,” he replied. “In the meantime, let’s see what our thief looks like in the flesh.”
“What are you talking about?” she snapped at him, trying to maintain authority and composure. “My name is-“
“I don’t care what your name is,” he interrupted, waving one of his massive arms as if to swat away such a trivial bit of information. “Strip for us. Now.”
Leia flushed red as fear and rage coursed through her body in equal measure. She attempted to regain her composure as quickly as she could, glaring defiantly back at him.
“I won’t… I won’t be… paraded about your palace like one of your servant-girls, Jabba,” she stammered, trying her best to sound authoritative. “I’m an Alderaanian diplomat, and you will treat me with the respect and reverence such a distinguished title dema--.”
Jabba boomed with laughter, as did the rest of the room.
“This is the Outer Rim,” he scoffed. “We recognize no ‘diplomats’ here.”
“Regardless, I refuse to indulge you in your perversions,” she retorted, her confidence growing. “You’ll just have to--“
But what Jabba would just have to do, the room never found out. Two of Jabba’s Gamorrean guards had approached the brazen princess from behind, and taken ahold of her arms. She struggled in vain as their powerful paws ripped open her shirt.
Overcome with shock, Leia marveled at both their astonishing strength and the cool air she was now feeling on her nipples. The room hooted and hollered in appreciation of her assets as the humiliation sank in.
“Not bad,” Jabba sneered. “Now let’s see the rest of what our pretty little ‘diplomat’ has to offer us.”
With a wave of his hand, Jabba signaled the Gamorreans to continue. They eagerly tore the clothes from Leia’s body, despite her yelps and protestations. She landed a kick on one Gamorrean’s snout, for which she received a sharp smack on her peach-shaped ass. Her squeal of pain was drowned out by the laughter of the onlookers.
Leia continued to shout in protest, burning red with shame and rage as more and more of her milk-white body was exposed to these hardened criminals. Leia knew she had to fight this to the end- it was the only way she could preserve a shred of her dignity. The irony was that the exposure of her pure, creamy skin and entitled personality only stoked the desire of the onlookers to see her brought to heel.
“Now, enough games,” Jabba boomed as the laughter died down. “Clearly, you are in no position to negotiate, thief.”
Standing naked in front of a room full of people, her arms held tight by large and powerful pig-men, Leia grudgingly agreed, although she refused to let him hear her say it out loud.
“Nevertheless, the Great Jabba is known to be generous. I shall give you a choice. You can either be sent to my interrogation droids, where we will extract all you know, and then- eventually- kill you. Or, you can voluntarily submit to my rule, and serve as one of my personal dancers. You will be fed well, clothed, and under my personal guards’ protection- but you will submit to me on demand. What say you?”
Leia shuddered at her prospects. She’d seen the interrogation droids on her way in, her death would not be quick or pleasant. And there was no telling how long it would take for Luke to get here. She’d be better off biding her time as his slave-girl, she reasoned. At the very least, she’d be easy for Luke to find.
She couldn’t give Jabba complete control so easily, though- she had to keep something in her hand. She blurted out the only thing left she could think of:
“I’ll serve you, Jabba,” she said, trying to sound confident. “But I won’t dance for you.”
It was a risk, but maybe he’d respect her for her attempt to retain some measure of control. She wasn’t an object, she was a person, and not just any person, but a princess- and he would treat her as such.
Jabba laughed a long, deep laugh that reverberated across the room as everyone else watched in silence, not daring to interrupt him or miss his response.
“All in good time, thief,” he responded. “All in good time…”
***
After being unceremoniously dumped in a private servants’ quarters, Leia stopped to take stock of her situation. The room she was in was a glorified jail cell, but she noted it was still far superior to the cell Vader had kept her in. There was a bed, a ceiling light, and a wardrobe she was sure was filled with the degrading outfits Jabba would attempt to make her wear if she didn’t escape quick enough.
As there was nothing else to see, she opened the wardrobe, cringing in anticipation of what she would see. The wardrobe held only a collection of sheer gowns, in a variety of colors. Not tasteless, but not very protective either. And certainly leaving nothing to the imagination. She pulled out a lavender-colored one and slipped it on, as it at least gave her a semblance of being dressed in something, as opposed to completely naked.
She sat at the edge of the bed, and immediately ran over the corridors she’d just been dragged through in her memory. What passages had looked the most promising? Which doors looked like they could be picked open, or broken down? Which servants looked loyal, and which looked like they’d help in an escape attempt? She spent a few hours deliberating over this before growing weary and passing out onto the bed.
Leia woke the next morning in her cell, and waited. No one came, and it was far too easy to lose track of time when you have nothing to do but wait to see what punishments are in store for you. Growing impatient, she stood up from the bed and rattled the door, to see if anyone nearby would respond. To her astonishment, the door opened.
It wasn’t even locked, she thought. Was it a miracle of an oversight? Was she meant to escape? Had the guard simply forgotten?
She tentatively stepped out of her cell, expecting a guard to come at any moment and detain her, only to find herself in a larger, circular room that looked remarkably comfortable and well-lit. Light streamed from windows in the ceiling, and was caught by various floor-to-ceiling veils in a variety of colors. The floor was littered with pillows of all shapes and sizes, and a few small side-tables.
She heard a feminine giggle from somewhere in the room, and started parting the veils to reach it. She heard a few whispers in response, and soon found herself standing in front of three Twi’lek women pleasuring each other’s nether regions.
“Sorry- I didn’t-“ Leia stammered, embarrassed to have stumbled upon them in a moment of intimacy.
The girls didn’t seem perturbed in the slightest. “New here?” a blue one asked, sitting up and giving Leia a look of appraisal.
“Jabba’s holding me here against my will,” Leia briefed them, “I need to rescue my friends and get back to my ship as soon as possible.”
The girls giggled again. “Ooh, a woman of action!” the green Twi’lek purred as she stood up and swayed towards her. “You’re going to have to put your big, important plans on hold for a while. You’re in Jabba’s harem right now, which means you’re going to have to earn your freedom like the rest of us!”
“That won’t be necessary,” Leia replied. “I am a member of the Imperial Senate, and the Princess of Alderaan.”
“Wooooow!” the Twi’leks cooed, looking at each other in mock amazement.
“The pwetty pwincess thinks she’s better than everyone else, and doesn’t have to play by the rules!”* the red Twi’lek said, with a pouting expression on her face.
“Is the wittle pwincess ticklish?” the blue one asked, reaching into Leia’s loose gown to graze her ribcage with light, playful pinches. The Twi’leks snickered as they watched the princess’ mouth twitch and her flat, toned stomach heave with involuntary giggles as she tried to retain her composure.
“Stop that!” Leia demanded, swatting the offending fingers away. “I’m serious, I -oooh!”
Leia stumbled over one of the exotic pillows littering the floor and fell with a flop onto a cushioned rug. She didn’t have much time to be grateful for the softened fall before the Twi’leks descended upon her.
“I’ve never tickled a princess before!” one said, grabbing a foot and spidering her fingers over it, causing Leia to shriek with laughter.
“I think she likes it,” another teased, sitting on Leia’s outstretched arms to wiggle her fingers in the Princess’ exposed armpits uninhibited.
“I don’t like it!” Leia wheezed through the laughter, unable to pull her arms down to stop the fingers at her pits. “This is ridiculous, stop tickling me!”
“You better learn to like it, or they’ll throw you to the Rancor!” they responded with a laugh.
They continued to assault Leia’s ticklish body for a few minutes, leaving no part of her unexplored. The loose gown she wore was all but worthless in terms of protection, it was too easily brushed aside or tickled through to be of any help. It didn’t take much time for Leia to be near delirious with laughter, she couldn’t tell if she was enjoying it, hating it, or completely unhinged due to lack of oxygen.
It wasn’t long before the Twi’lek ticklers noticed Leia’s feelings as well.
“You’re looking awful horny, your majesty,” one of them remarked, noticing Leia’s slick lips as she tormented the princess’ sensitive asshole with a feather.
“Please, just stop!” Leia begged as she tried to stop involuntarily humping the pillow under her.
“I’m sorry, I don’t speak ‘pwetty pwincess,’” the Twi’lek replied, “but I know a horny tickle-slut when I see one!”
Just as the ticklers were about to subject Leia to a bantha-sized dildo, their fun was cut short by the arrival of one of Jabba’s bounty hunters, the infamous Boba Fett.
“I need that one,” Boba Fett said, pointing at the frenzied princess panting amidst a pile of pillows.
“Right now?” the blue Twi’lek purred, sidling up to Boba. “We warmed her up for you, if you’d like to join us…”
“Not today,” the bounty hunter replied, moving to pick the princess up from the pillows. She flinched involuntarily as he reached out to her, as anyone would after being tickled in such a merciless fashion, then accepted the hand up.
“And what do you need me for?” Leia asked, adjusting her gown so it provided at least a modest amount of coverage, despite the fact this bounty hunter had clearly already seen all of her as she lay collapsed on the ground. “Are you here to tickle me next?”
“As tempting as the offer sounds, I’m here to take you to your outfit fitting,” Boba replied.
“What, this gown isn’t enough?” Leia scoffed.
“Not enough utility features,” Boba jokingly replied, gesturing at his own well-equipped belt and armor.
He took her down a series of hallways until they ended up in a room full of racks of outlandish clothing. All sorts of alien shapes and sizes were represented, but Leia noticed it was mostly humanoid clothing.
When she remarked as such, Boba nodded in agreement. “Yeah, Jabba prefers humanoids. Makes him a bit of a ‘freak’ amongst his own kind, but who’s going to argue with the Almighty Jabba?”
“I have a few choice words to say to him,” Leia muttered as a fitting droid rolled up to her.
“Greetings,” the droid warbled at her. “I have been sent by the Almighty Jabba to see to your attire. Please disrobe so I may assess your measurements.”
She instinctively looked over at Boba self-consciously, but then dropped her robes to the floor with an exasperated sigh. It’s not like she had much skin left to hide from him. She was grateful he was wearing that dehumanizing helmet, but flushed with pleasure as she heard a barely-perceptible gasp escape his lips at the sight of her naked form.
The droid wasted no time gently clamping down on her body from various angles, whirring away as it calculated her measurements. She yelped with surprise when it started pinching her nipples, and she heard a chuckle come out from underneath Boba’s helmet.
“My apologies,” the droid buzzed, “but I must determine nipple size to ensure an accurate fit.”
“It’s very thorough, isn’t it?” she remarked with a scowl.
“Jabba has pre-selected the articles of clothing I am to adjust for you,” the droid told Leia once it was finished. “Please wait as I make the appropriate refinements.”
The droid left the room, leaving Leia and the bounty hunter to sit in an uncomfortable silence for almost an hour. Succumbing to boredom, she finally turned to him and asked, “how do I get out of here?”
”You don’t.”
She expected that answer, but figured it was worth a try.
”We can pay you mo-”
”No you can’t.”
Before Leia could press further, the fitting droid returned with what seemed to be the tiniest metal bikini she had ever seen.
“Oh, you can’t be serious,” she scoffed, throwing her hands up angrily.
“This is standard attire,” the droid warbled.
”I can’t wear that, there are Imperial senators here who will see me!” Leia protested.
”I believe that’s part of the point, isn’t it?” Boba said.
“Regardless, the Almighty Jabba’s requirements are firm,” the droid chimed in. “The designated garments must be worn by the designated individual, in preparation for ‘Servant’s Training.’”
“I’m no one’s servant,” Leia snarled, trembling with rage.
“Perhaps that is why the Almighty Jabba ordered this training,” the droid replied mechanically as Boba roared with laughter.
Chapter Two
Leia burned with shame as the bounty hunter walked her through the palace to where the "Servant's Training" would take place. No one really seemed to give her more than a passing glance, but she knew that with it came a silent and immediate appraisal.
The training room was empty except for a single RA-7 protocol droid. It looked similar to C-3PO, but with a more aggressive and bug-like head.
“My designation is P6-A7, I am here to instruct you on proper procedure and decorum expected from our serving-girls.” it warbled to them as they approached.
"Fantastic," Leia replied.
"That remains to be seen. In addition, will be accompanying you for the first day, to monitor and assess your performance."
"You might find I'm a slow learner," she scoffed.
“The Great and Powerful Jabba has many wealthy and influential clients," the droid warned. "It is important to Jabba, and therefore important to you, that his clients are satisfied.”
“‘Wealthy and influential’ is my specialty,” Leia said.
“Excellent,” P6-A7 said, missing the humor. “To begin, please demonstrate the proper step form while on the serving floor.”
“What?” Leia asked.
“Step form- do you know how to walk in a manner that is pleasing to the clients?”
“I imagine they want me to avoid stepping on their toes,” Leia replied.
“Yes,” P6-A7 said, “as well as a great many other things.”
The droid handed her a copper serving tray.
[His name will be P6-A7, he's an RA-7 Protocol Droid. Looks similar to C3p0, but with a more buglike head]
“Like this?” Leia asked, walking across the room blandly with the tray balanced on her left hand.
“Not quite,” P6-A7 replied. “Remember, you are a high-value asset of the Great and Powerful Jabba. Your form must exude the sensuality befitting of your status- exotic and expensive on the one hand, and servile on the other.”
“So what, you want me to strut?” Leia demanded angrily. She didn't think it was possible, but she suddenly felt even more vulnerable in this skimpy gold outfit. “You want me to sway my hips, stick my chest out?”
“Why yes,” P6-A7 replied. “That would be closer to the ideal we are endeavoring to present to our clients.”
“If you think for one second that I’m going to- AACK!!!”
Leia's retort was violently cut off as she felt a jolt at her neck.
“Did this thing just shock me?” She shouted in disbelief as she pulled at her collar.
“Insubordination will not be tolerated,” the droid said flatly.
Infuriated but unwilling to find out just how trigger-happy this droid was, Leia sashayed her way over to P6-A7, making sure to pop her hips as seductively as she knew how.
“Now, that’s more like it,” P6-A7 chirped.
“One day, I’m going to dismantle you piece by piece,” Leia snarled.
“One day, I might forget to turn off the electricity,” P6-A7 replied.
Leia screamed as she felt not only the collar, but the rest of the outfit shock her as well. Her bra jolted her nipples, while her panties sent a shock to her crotch and anus; and they lasted agonizingly longer than the last time. When it was over, she found herself on the floor with tears in her eyes.
***
It didn’t take long for Leia to learn to quietly obey P6-A7’s commands. She reconciled with it by telling herself that she’d have to be patient, bide her time, and calculate the perfect revenge on this droid. Once she was able to obey P6-A7's commands to it's satisfaction, it brought her onto the main floor.
She'd been dreading this moment. It felt like all eyes in the room were on her, and it made things worse to know that she personally knew some of them. In particular, she could see two Imperial senators in particular who were staring at her with a malicious hunger.
Their names were Jart and Undok. Jart was a Twi-lek representative of Ryloth, and wasn’t particularly popular in the senate. Nor was he popular amongst his own people- he had a reputation for mistreating his servants, though nothing has ever been definitely proven. Nonetheless, Leia had heard more than enough rumors to regard him with suspicion. Undok was a long-foreheaded Cerean, and while he was an ineffectual and rude politician, he was surprisingly adept at tax evasion, according to reports. Leia had no idea how he’d evaded prison, other than hearsay that he was particularly well-connected with upper echelons of the Banking Clan.
She tried her best to avoid meeting their eyes as she served the seedy denizens of Jabba’s saloon, but she found it near impossible as they never took their eyes off her. Eventually she decided she’d rather get this over with by confronting them directly, and made her way over to their table.
“If all the female politicians of Alderaan had dressed this way, I would have visited more often,” Jart remarked, eagerly drinking in the shapely sight before him.
“What do you want?” Leia replied, trying to convey that she was in no mood for witty banter.
"I'll tell you what we want," Jart said as he looked her up and down, "is verification."
"Some of the other girls mentioned our favorite Alderaanian princess is ticklish..." Jart continued with a malicious grin. "We want to find out for ourselves..."
Leia scoffed with disgust, but a cold trickle of fear ran down her exposed spine. The last thing she needed right now was to be utterly humiliated in front of these senators, and everyone else in the room. And yet, her stiffening nipples reminded her of the shock they'd receive if she refused.
"Look at her blush!" Undok laughed, as Leia came to the realization that the mere thought of her imminent humiliation was arousing her- and it was obvious to everyone else as well.
"Are you finished mocking me?" Leia asked, doing her best to sound confident.
"Take a seat, senator," Jart said, patting the open stool at their table.
Leia obeyed, although unsure why. Her heart started to pound as he raised her left leg, and gently tugged her boot off. She was revolted by the ravenous look he gave her naked foot, now awaiting its torment.
The senator gently and slowly dragged one finger straight down the middle of her foot, from toe to heel. Leia held her breath and clenched her mouth shut as hard as she could- there was no way she was going to give him the satisfaction of reducing her to a giggling little girl.
Unfortunately, the stubborn princess didn't notice Undok sneaking up behind her. As she focused all of her attention on the single finger attending to her tender foot, two rough hands reached around her exposed ribcage.
"What about here!?" Undok said suddenly, giving her ribs a series of pinches.
Leia shrieked in shock, and then lost all control. She screamed with laughter as the two senators unleashed a full tickle assault on her foot and abdomen. Jart scribbled his fingers across the sole of her foot, while Undok pinched his way across her toned belly, over her hipbones, up her ribcage, and into her armpits. Many others were now turning to look at what the fuss was about, and to her horror, her antics had started to draw a crowd.
"This a new girl?" one of the onlookers asked.
"She looks delicious," another added. "Good enough to eat!"
"-and clean enough to eat off of," a deep voice boomed. Through the crowd lumbered a hulking, hairy, tentacle-covered mass. Leia had never seen such a creature before.
"Would you like to join us for a meal, Grumba?" Jart asked, a malicious sneer curling across his face.
"Is she available for a platter?" the alien asked.
"Oh yes," P6-A7 replied. "I can have her prepared straight away."
***
Leia soon found herself strapped naked to a padded table, soaked from head to ticklish toe in some kind of oil that smelled faintly sweet. Small cakes had been placed on her abdomen.
“If you drop even a single one of these, you will spend the rest of the day in the torture chamber,” P6-A7 warned her.
"I'm going to reprogram you to do nothing but shovel bantha shit," Leia snarled.
"Enjoy dinner," P6-A7 replied.
The table, with her on it, was then rolled out to the room she’d just left. Despite being drenched in some kind of oily substance, she couldn't slide her hands or feet out of the cuffs that held her in place.
"I didn't think it was possible for you to look any more delicious," Jart teased her. "I stand corrected."
He picked up one of the cakes that had been placed on her armpit and popped it into his mouth.
"Better not drop any," he said through a mouthful of cake. "You heard the droid. Tickle-torture is definitely preferable to whatever they'd do to you if these cakes fall."
"What are you doing?" Leia demanded as Jart leaned in close to her exposed armpit. She was trying to remain as motionless as possible as the cakes were picked off her, and he wasn't making this any easier.
"Looks like I missed a few crumbs," he replied, and started nibbling on her armpit.
"Ack! NO! STOP!" Leia giggled, trying to fight off the aggravating sensation of his lips and tongue invading her underarm.
Her toned stomach heaved from the involuntary giggles, despite her desperate attempts to remain still. The others laughed cruelly at her efforts as they ate, prodding and pinching her helpless body as they chewed on the delicacies.
Once all the cakes had been eaten off her, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't get too comfortable, princess," Undok warned her. "Grumba hasn't eaten yet."
"What's left?" Leia asked, her heart sinking.
Undok didn't respond, but ran a finger down her ticklish arm, collecting up some of the sweet oil that she was completely covered in.
"No..." Leia pleaded, her eyes widening in fear.
"Yes..." Undok said, his eyes gleaming with malice.
Leia's lithe body began to tremble as Grumba lumbered towards her; his disgusting, hairy tentacles swaying back and forth. They coiled up seemingly on their own, reminding her of an octopus, or a bundle of snakes. The panicked princess strained against her bonds as hard as she could, but couldn't escape the impending feast.
She screamed as the tentacles engulfed her foot, and thrashed about like an animal. All pretense of dignity was gone, she was reduced to an animalistic desire to make the overwhelmingly ticklish sensations stop as she felt hundreds of tiny, hairy suckers gently peck at every inch of her sole, heel, and toes.
By the time Grumba had made his way up her leg, she thought she was going to piss herself. When he started on her other foot, she *did* piss herself-but all she could think about was how she couldn't stop screaming with laughter. Grumba didn't seem to mind at all, as when he finished with her second leg, he started in on her crotch.
What happened next was, for Leia, nothing short of a sexual awakening. The feeling of Grumba's tentacles in her ass, in and around her slick pussy, and caressing her ticklish hip bones, left her nearly screaming in ecstasy. Unfortunately for her it was over as soon as it began, as Grumba's needs weren't sexual- he merely viewed the woman as an entertaining serving dish for his meal.
This gave Jart and Undok an idea, however. As Grumba made his way up the helpless princess's stomach and ribcage, they launched their own tickle assault on her feet. Jart reached over with his other hand and started toying with Leia's asshole as well, while Undok found her clit and started to gently and steadily massage it.
"YES! YES!" Leia begged as Grumba's suckers reached her upper torso, kissing her aching nipples and nibbling in her shaven armpits. A powerful orgasm ripped through her like a thunderbolt, and she squirted all over the table while the two Imperial senators continued teasing her soles with their fingers.
She came down from the orgasmic high just as Grumba was finishing up with his feast. She lay there gasping for breath, her licked-clean chest rising and falling as he paid the droid a sizable amount of credits, then lumbered off with a belch.
P6-A7 rolled the exhausted princess off to be washed and dressed, and she despaired to see a line had started to form.
"What do they want?" she panted, terrified of the answer.
"I imagine they want their turn with our newest talent," the droid replied.
Leia groaned, and tried to console herself with fantasizing about how she would destroy this damned droid.
To be continued...
