r/jabbaleia

Was a special hair remover used, so she never had to shave her legs or any body part?

The dancers gyrated with the music reverberating through the audience chamber. The palace's many guests and residents gaped, transfixed at the raw sensuality of their erotic movements. They maneuvered among the crowd, their flesh displayed by their garish outfits.

Lana watched from her seat of honor, the narrow perch in front of her Master. Like her, the dancers had fallen into Jabba's clutches, but whereas their servitude was a result of misfortune or debt, her captivity had been engineered by the crime lord for months. And now, far from her seat of influence in the galactic Senate, she found herself collared, dressed in regal lingerie, and exhibited as a testament to her Master's geopolitical reach. The conquest of such an illustrious beauty was a power move, a demonstration of Jabba's sway.

His beefy hand rested on her waist, his pudgy fingers idly stroking her bare back and abdomen. His other fist clinched her chain, the tension suspending her as she sat straight-backed, inches in front of his monstrous bulk. Jabba had been friskier than usual today, his glee at the execution and successful smuggling enterprises evident. He swayed in time with the music, his focus on the lithe dancers nervously flaunting their bodies. His tail wriggled, its muscled length rubbing against her bare leg and teasing her thigh. Flecks of spittle sprayed onto her smooth back as he belched, and she uneasily noted his growing arousal. More than a few eyes watched her greedily in her flimsy outfit despite the dance, and she felt Bib Fortuna's hungry gaze on her bounteous breasts as he watched from the shadows. The bulge of Jabba's rising erection protruded from the rolls of fat.

Her Master's pawing at her grew more enthusiastic, his hand sliding down her side to grope her hip and the curve of her ass. She had hoped the dancers might draw attention away from her, but it was not to be. With a flick of Jabba's fingers, the waistband holding her loincloth in place fell free and clattered to the floor. Panic rose in her as attention snapped to her, slurping squelches sounding behind her. Her master laughed with a dangerous purr, tensing her chain and grasping her hip. She was pulled into him with a whimper, the curve of her ass lifting off the dais and pressing against his flab.

"Chone manya weesh anna ma to tah, ho ho ho ho," Jabba boomed. Her hand grasped at the collar digging into her neck as she tried to steady herself. She heard the wet slurp of Jabba's tongue sliding over his lips and felt drool drip onto her ass.

"M- my Lord..." she whispered, as Jabba's hands grasped her hips. Something hard and wet pressed against her naked thigh, and she struggled uselessly against her Master's grip. The crowd jeered, and Salacious Crumb cackled savagely as Jabba maneuvered her against his mass. Her breasts, already nearly popping out of her skimpy bra, swayed precariously as she squirmed. She felt the crowd's gaze shift from the lewd dancers to her nearly naked body. The collar dug into her neck more as he tugged, his rigid erection sliding up her inner thigh. Her own arousal rose with her terror at the prospect of again publicly serving as Jabba's sex toy.

Both of Jabba's hands grasped her waist as the head of his member pressed against her vulva. She moaned plaintively as the pressure grew and shrieked as Jabba pulled on her hips, sliding into her. His girth was immense, her body straining as his warty, slimy shaft hit every nerve ending in her groin. Her legs splayed, a carnal moan escaping her throat as Jabba filled her. Her Master groaned with pleasure as he started sliding her body up and down his erection.

The sensation was overwhelming. Her chain was taut, her back arching against the pressure. Jabba's powerful hands grasped her by the waist, controlling her as she rode him. Slime from his hide coated her thighs and ass as she scrabbled for purchase, her heels planted on the dais. Laughter filled the room as she swooned, completely dominated and dwarfed by the commanding presence of her Master. Jabba's growing lust erupted onto her, and he moved in an uncharacteristically animated frenzy. His wet grunts of perverse delight mixed with the slow rhythmic slap of her ass against his bulk.

Lana lost herself in the grotesque sensations, her pelvic muscles clinching around Jabba's repulsive member. She cracked her eyes and was revolted by the stares of the court, watching transfixed as she bore her Master's appetite. Some of the dancers had stopped their routines to watch. The few unenslaved women were especially gleeful at her misfortune. It wasn't enough that Jabba used her body for his pleasure - he had to humiliate her doing so, she thought.

With an especially powerful thrust, the clasp of her bra opened and her top fell free. Lana's impressive breasts swayed with each overpowering thrust, Jabba's slime mixing with her own juices. Her hand cupped her breast, her fingertips teasing her nipple; her arousal mixing with revulsion. Lana was powerless as she rode her Master, her body an instrument for his sexual gratification. "Senator..." he groaned as his thrusts quickened.

She whimpered softly with each thrust, her pitch and volume rising. Jabba bore down on her, tugging hard on her collar as she cried out. She wailed as she pushed over the edge, her body orgasming. Jabba's frenzy grew, his hands tightly grasping her ass. Drool cascaded down his chins, splattering on her back and dripping down her crack. With a titanic roar, Jabba exploded inside her, the hot spray of his ejaculate filling her and dripping down her leg. She moaned as he stroked her naked body, his veiny shaft sliding into her.

Her dim awareness of her surroundings returned, and she felt overpowering shame as the crowd witnessed her abject humiliation. She unwisely made eye contact with Bib, who gaped exuberantly at her naked, sweaty body, his hand shoved into his robes. She quickly lowered her eyes, but the sight was seared into her brain. The dancers returned to their performances.

Jabba had slowed, his erection still rigidly stiff and sliding over her thigh as she gasped for air. His arm pulled her to him, flipping her around to face him. She gasped as her naked breasts pressed against his lips, his tongue exploring her cleavage. "Master... please..." she pleaded. He laughed as he spread her legs, lowering her onto his member. His tongue encircled her breast, his lips caressing them and sending erotic shivers through her body. She moaned with a heady mix of outrage, shame, terror, and sexual ecstasy as her Master started again.

Would anyone be interested in buying videos of their own Jabba / Leia fantasy from a couple with a jabba and slave Leia cosplay?

I've been making Jabba / Leia role playing videos with a few women in person over the last year for my own enjoyment and most have turned out awesome ! The only thing is im not really wanting to share them because i don't want to "show face" and Jabba the Hutt costumes haven't been available to buy for quite some time now.

However now there is finally is a costume available to buy again, its adult ripped looking Rotta the hutt costume which actually has a lot better tail and arms than the old Spirit Halloween Jabba the Hutt costume IMO (minus the weird hand holes but that should be an easy fix) and with some modification i think it could be made to look more like a good ol lounging obese Jabba we all love.

So anyways any interests at all out there?

I might even do a few select free videos for people just to try it out and see how many requests I get ?

Made this in chatGPT for fun. Tried to use Grok but it seems Grok is quickly losing popularity. Do you guys like the image?

Had this one idea of Oola somehow being thrown into the Sarlacc or it somehow managing to grab her on one of the usual visits Jabba would make.

And so the Sarlacc not being hungry or maybe in a breeding state would take Oola as his breeding partner for a few hours maybe even days - who knows?

Maybe you guys have some nice ideas of how she could’ve gotten there~

As Padme Amidala endures enslavement under Jabba the Hutt with Anakin Skywalker held prisoner in the dungeons, Obi-Wan Kenobi is nearly executed on Geonosis before a Jedi strike team arrives, and begins the first battle of the Clone Wars.

While the outbreak of war between the Galactic Republic and the Separatist Alliance has caused the disappearance of Amidala & Skywalker to be overlooked, a group of the former Queen of Naboo’s closest allies gather together to investigate…

Within the Varykino Villa on the Lake Retreat island on Naboo, the former handmaidens of Queen Amidala, Sabé, Rabé, Yané & Saché, along with the pilot Ric Olie & security agent Tonra watch as a J-type chromium star skiff starship arrives on the estate’s land pad, with Padme’s main aide, Dorme exiting with Captain Typho and her newly recruited handmaiden, Motee-

Dorme and her three companions meet with everyone else within the room of morning mists where Sabé rushes over to them to ask,
“Have you heard anything from her? Any clue of where she’s gone? Weren’t the Jedi supposed to protect her?”

Typho look down grimly as Dorme shakily replies,
“Nothing- The Republic’s got its attention on the war, and so are the Jedi- the only one who wants to do something is Obi-Wan Kenobi, but he’s recovering from his injuries in battle…”

Sabé clenches her fist in frustration as Tonra cups her shoulder and mutters out,
“The caretaker of the villa, Accu says that Amidala’s starship took off early in the morning, and both she and her Jedi guardian left without warning.”

Dorme shakes her head in confusion as she sits down at the main center table,
“This was supposed to be her secret sanctuary until the assassination plot was solved! Why should she leave? And where?”

“Well, we at least know where she isn’t- I checked up with Queen Jamilla and Rabé visited Padme’s family- they haven’t seen her since she first arrived.”
Saché says with a sigh as she sits down-

Captain Typho then blinks rapidly with his one eye as he looks around at the group,
“I understand Sabé & Tonra, but why are the rest of you involved? You’re tired Olie, Rabé’s a rising musician and you both have adopted children-”

“We’re here because our loyalty to Naboo’s finest former Queen takes priority- we’ve all taken risks before, and are not afraid to do so again.”
Ric remarks as he sips some vine-coffee with Saché, Yané & Rabé nodding before he adds,
“Besides, retirement’s not for me, and I’m up to fly you all anywhere, no matter what.”

Typho still looks unconvinced at Yané & Saché until they hold hands confidently with Yané uttering,
“Our children will be fine with Eirtaé watching them- Padme is the one who might need us right now.”

“What’s the point of us gathering together if we have no lead to follow?”
Sabé exhales as she leans back against a pillar, with everyone trying to come up with possible solutions before the resort waitress of the villa, Teckla Minnau walks in with more cups of vine-coffee before she stops to stutter,
“I… I think I know where the senator might’ve gone.”

With all eyes now on her, Teckla continues stammering,
“I was cleaning the sheets of her Jedi guardian’s bed when I heard him and the senator talk about leaving to find his mother…”

Sabé sits up,
“Padme tasked Tonra & I years back to go to Tatooine in order to free Shimi Skywalker and many slaves after she became preoccupied with senatorial duties- we couldn’t find her but… why did she leave her safe haven to continue the search?”

“Perhaps Senator Amidala was convinced by Skywalker to travel to Tatooine.”
Dorme remarks aloud,
“I did feel some… tension between the two before they left.”

Sabé and Typho look uncertain about Dorme’s theory before Teckla pipes up,
“One night while they were here, I overheard Lady Amidala & the Jedi have a rather… intimate conversation- not to mention they might’ve… kissed?”

“Then it looks like the Jedi seduced Padme into going to Tatooine- we need to find her before the assassins or worse do!”
Sabé says standing up, and everyone scrambles to prepare, with Teckla beginning to do the same before Typho utters,
“Don’t you have duties here that require you to remain? We appreciate your help, but this mission will be dangerous.”

Teckla meekly shakes her head,
“I may have young children without their writer father around, but my sister can look after them- Padme said I had the potential to be a handmaiden of hers, and now I want to prove it!”

Sabé frantically gathers her belongings up before Tonra murmurs,
“You needn’t worry, you and Padme went to Tatooine before and Amidala is stronger than she was then.”

“Last time she was disguised as a peasant and I was stuck on the ship pretending to be her…”
Sabé says as she looks at Tonra deeply,
“We know the true horrors of Tatooine better… especially when it comes to the Hutts…”
…
In the week since her enslavement to Jabba, Padme had finally run out of outfits to wear and be stripped out of, with Minna picking out a skimpy white & gold slave girl attire with a gold collar and chain for her to wear regularly-

In this time Amidala became indifferent and almost aroused by Jabba’s lustful acts, with the enslaved senator being fucked at least twice a day, and often being forced to suck his tail, endure his fingering or simply his constant groping during a meeting or after a dance-

While Padme’s defilement was largely only for Jabba’s enjoyment, Beru Whiterun’s new role as a slave dancer and server for the Hutt’s court left her open for all of his cronies to have-

If spending a whole day getting gangbanged by gamorreans for information about her family being involved in an anti-slave movement wasn’t enough, Jabba would then fuck the enslaved moisture farmer as her parents and sibling were dropped into his beast pit, and eaten alive by his desert hyenas-

Since then Beru practically allowed every courtier to have mess around in her depressive state, with the man who killed her boyfriend Owen, Bidlo Kwerve keeping her as his main squeeze, with her feeling disgusted by her arousal of him…

With Anakin Skywalker locked in the Hutt’s dungeon, Padme became used to Jabba’s route as his throne slave girl, laying in a seductive position in front of him while he conducts his dealings, that is until an unexpected man arrives:

The courtiers ogling Padme at the center of the audience chamber scramble away as an armored bounty hunter makes his way in, with Bib rushing to Jabba, Kwerve stop pounding Beru from behind and Hat Lo halting his lapdance from Ayy as the mandalorian moves to the Hutt-

“IF IT ISN’T THE DEADLIEST BOUNTY HUNTER IN THE OUTER RIM! JANGO FETT!”
Jabba booms as his tail caresses Padme’s thighs,
“YOU’VE BEEN AVOIDING ME FOR NEARLY A DECADE NOW- FINALLY READY TO WORK FOR ME, HMM?”

Jango looks at Amidala intently before muttering,
“I’ve been working for a high paying long term client since I dealt with Gardulla for you- and I’m here for her.”

Fett’s helmeted gaze at Amidala causes Jabba to stroke her long braid of hair and chuckle,
“AH, SO MY LATEST PRIZE ALLURES YOU? SHE IS A SWEET FRUIT FROM NABOO THAT I KEEP CLOSELY… PERHAPS I’LL LEND HER TO YOU IF YOU CAN CATCH ME A PRETTIER GIRL, HOHOHO!”

“My client is the one interested… seeing her dead.”
Jango says flatly, making Amidala sweat nervously as he adds,
“If I had tracked Senator Padme Amidala down anywhere else, I would’ve shot her dead on the spot.”

The courtiers stare at Fett fearfully and more so at the Hutt crime lord as he then snorts back,
“AMIDALA IS MY PROPERTY NOW, AND YOU UNDERSTAND THAT CROSSING ME WOULD BE A GRAVE MISTAKE.”

“That I do, which makes this situation… complicated.”
Jango sighs as he begins to turn away,
“I’ll have to report back to my clients about this… what they do in response should be interesting…”

Padme watches as Fett departs before she feels Jabba tug her chain, making Amidala get up and turn around to be embraced in the Hutt’s arms as he gurgles,
“YOU SHOULD THANK YOUR MASTER FOR KEEPING YOU SAFE, SCHUTTA~”

“Of course-”
Amidala murmurs before she opens her mouth and begins to suck on his tongue as it plunges past her lips, with his grimy hands moving her loincloth side and spreading her buttocks as his tail worms its way in between-

Greedo, one of Jabba’s top new bounty hunters watches Jabba fuck and tongue kiss Padme as he wheezes with his twi’lek dancer lover Trella sucking him off under a table before Aurra Sing asks him,
“I should’ve asked earlier, but you seemed familiar with that Jedi we caught- why?”

“I knew Anakin Skywalker when we were kids- and he was a slave working for Watto, until I’m guessing the Jedi freed him.”
Greedo murmurs as he glances at Amidala’s ass bouncing on Jabba’s tail,
“Lucky bastard got to get beauty like that, at least until Jabba got her- ow!”

Trella bites on Greedo’s dick causing the rodian bounty hunter to yelp and explode in her mouth, with Sing rolling her eyes before muttering,
“Skywalker, right? Same kid who bested Sebulba ten years back at the Boonta Eve podrace- I wonder what Jabba’s got planned for him…”

Hat Lo sends Ayy Vida to straddle on Bib’s lap before he asks the twi’lek,
“Why are you looking so paranoid? Even Kwerve’s having a good time with that farmer girl-”

Fortuna reluctantly allows Vida to grind on his lap before he mutters,
“Not only is the Hutt’s majordomo returning, but I have a feeling a missing Jedi & Senator will catch unwanted attention.”

“Haven’t you heard there’s a war going on?”
Hat shrugs as he has Ayy try a deathstick,
“Besides, even if anyone does go looking, only fools would dare mess around with Jabba…”
…
Sabé paces around the docking bay of the Naboo Star Stiff with Dorme, Saché & Yané sitting around before the starship opens with a disguised Typho & Tonra entering, causing the former handmaiden to ask,
“Did you learn anything useful?”

Tonra takes Sabé’s hand as Typho slowly murmurs,
“The Mos Espa locals spoke about a Hutt’s casino being ravaged by a man wielding a lightsaber- specifically Jabba the Hutt.”

All of the women gain fearful expressions at the news with Dorme trembling before she utters,
“But that doesn’t mean she’s dead- maybe she was only taken by Jabba- he’ll want to ransom a former Queen and Senator, right?”

“No- I’ve learned a lot about Jabba being undercover in his slave markets- that Hutt has made her his personal slave girl, especially if she’s valuable.”
Sabé says in a grim voice-

Typho takes out a transmitter,
“I’ll contact Panaka on Theed, and a strike force should arrive in a few days-”

“No! Even if we manage to free Padme from Jabba’s army of thugs, the Queen won’t allow Naboo to risk the wrath of the Hutts- and I won’t let Amidala suffer any longer.”
Sabé states aloud facing everyone else,
“We can infiltrate his palace and free her ourselves- and I have the perfect means to do so, so if everyone is willing to take that chance…”

Jabba enjoys being fed his lunch of muja fruits & a dewback egg by Padme while Beru serves him some spiced ale as his majordomo, Naroon Cuthus arrives bowing down as the Hutt burps,
“YOUR NEGOTIATIONS WITH THE CRYMORAH SYNDICATE TOOK LONGER THAN EXPECTED, AND MORE IMPORTANTLY, HOW IS MY SON?”

“Other than the Droid Gotra with their dislike of the Sepertist droid army, the Crymorah Syndicate has agreed to your terms of a joint expansion with the Hutt Cartel, especially with this Clone War.”
Cuthus remarks as he gets up,
“As for Rotta, your nephew Gorga is watching over him on Nal Hutta.”

Padme’s face fills with confusion over hearing about war before Jabba pulls her close and Beru down as he bellows,
“YOU’VE DONE WELL OLD FRIEND! THIS CALLS FOR CELEBRATION- PERHAPS YOU’D BE INTERESTING IN HAVING MY NEWEST PLAYTHING-?”

Naroon gives Beru an uninterested stare as he begins to walk away,
“You know I don’t like your used up girls, nor do I want to hear Tulla’s band perform-”

Hat Lo notices Jabba’s annoyed expression before he moves up to Cuthus and utters,
“If you aren’t interested in a party, then why not relax in the private bathing chambers with some twi’leks? Trella and my girls won’t bore you like Ann & Tann…”

Cuthus notices Jabba’s insistent stare before he sighs wearily,
“Very well…”

Once Hat Lo & Naroon go up the private elevator, Jabba tugs on both Padme’s & Beru’s chains as he rumbles aloud,
“PLAY SOMETHING SENSUAL FOR MY SEXY SLAVES!”

With Tulla beginning to sing a soft tune that her droid band plays along with, Padme hops off of Jabba’s dais and joins Beru on the center grate dance floor, moving her body to the rhythm as Ann & Tann act as backup dancers-

The Hutt’s patrons begin to catcall and whistle at Amidala & especially Beru as they prance around the audience chamber seductively, most getting excited about messing around with Whitesun after the performance ends-

While Padme dances to the expectation of giving into Jabba’s usual lust, Beru found herself going through the motions with the loss of Owen and her family filling her with more despair until a tug on her chain pulls her out of her thoughts-

Thoroughly aroused by his slave girls’ dancing, Jabba pulls on Padme & Beru’s chains as he gurgles aloud,
“STRIP DANCE BEFORE ME!”

Amidala, while not still understanding Huttese, rightfully assumes Jabba’s intentions and begins to sensually dance back to the dais, but Beru doesn’t, instead pulling on her leash defiantly-

Jabba plays along with Beru’s sudden resistance as he pulls harder chuckling,
“COME TO ME GIRL AND I MAY PLEASURE YOU BEFORE MY MEN DO!”

“No! I’m sick of you! All of you!”
Beru shouts as she stares at Jabba with absolute contempt-

“IF YOU WILL NOT SERVE ME, THEN YOU SHALL SHARE YOUR FAMILY’S FATE!”
Jabba booms as he slams his fist on the dais controls, activating the trapdoor that sends Beru down below with a loud gasp-

While Padme jumps back onto the dais in shock at Beru being dropped, with only Ann & Tann looking down in disbelief as the Hutt’s cronies excitingly gather to watch as Whitesun rolls down into the beast pit, where they laugh and jeer at the doomed slave farm girl-

Beru scrambles to her feet upon landing on the bones of her parents before the gate opens, releasing a pack of Tatooine hyenas that immediately charge at the half-naked slave girl-

Amidala closes her eyes as Beru’s screams are cut off as the unfortunate girl is torn apart by the savage animals down below, to the cheers of the courtiers with Jabba pulling Padme close in order to finger her as his tail throbs against her feet-

Before Jabba can continue, the gathering court watching the carnage down below are pushed back by two armored guards that escort a regally dressed and masked woman up to the Hutt, along with several masked servant girls heavily covered following close behind-

The masked woman and her entourage seem drawn to Padme being pulled against Jabba before the Hutt notices his unfamiliar guests and grunts,
“BIB! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO KEEP UNEXPECTED ARRIVALS FROM INTERRUPTING! CUTHUS WOULD’VE REMEMBERED!”

Fortuna quickly rushes over to Jabba and stutters,
“Apologizes master! Their chromium starship landed before the hangar could close! I’ll fetch the translator droid!”

Jabba then narrows his eyes at the masked woman and her companions,
“I DEMAND AN EXPLANATION FOR THIS DISRUPTION, AT ONCE!”

“I am the Baroness Martano of the Kobola Spice Mines on Rori.”
The woman confidently utters, causing Padme to jolt up with wide eyes upon hearing Sabé’s voice, and attempts to cover herself with a flush-

Once TC-70 arrives, Jabba gurgles curiously at Sabé,
“MARTANO? I’VE HEARD MUCH OF YOU FROM BORVO WHEN HE HAD POWER ON NABOO- YOU STILL LOOK DESIRABLE IN YOUR OLD AGE.”

Sabé notices Jabba leering at her curvy form through her fancy attire before she retorts,
“Then you should be aware that I’ve been purchasing colonies worth of slaves from your markets as labor for my mines- until I heard about the mass escapes that have occurred.”

“THE CULPRITS RESPONSIBLE FOR THAT HAVE BEEN DEALT WITH PERSONALLY.”
Jabba booms back as he pets Padme’s braided hair,
“I AM MORE THAN WILLING TO SELL MORE SLAVES TO YOU, IF THE SPICE YOU DELIVER TO ME ARE FREE OF COST!”

“That is unacceptable- if you won’t conduct a fair deal with me, then perhaps the Pyke Syndicate will…”
Sabé replies coldly as she begins to turn away with her group, confusing Padme to their actions-

“I AM WILLING TO NEGOTIATE… IF YOU HAVE THE PATIENCE TO WAIT UNTIL THE MORNING TO COME UP WITH FAIR TERMS!”
Jabba bellows as his tail slaps against Padme’s belly-

Sabé nods in agreement and before Bib can escort her entourage to some sleeping quarters, she stares at Amidala before asking,
“Is that not the former Queen and current senator of Naboo?”

Jabba excitingly forces Padme to stand up to show off her scantily clad body to Sabé’s group before he fondles her chest and hips as he chuckles,
“INDEED SHE IS! I AM QUITE FORTUNATE TO HAVE HER- DOES SHE INTEREST YOU?”

“Yes… having such a notable figure until my control could increase my influence on Naboo- if you are willing to name a price.”
Sabé responds cautiously, with the disguised Typho & Tonra look anxious about her risky ask-

“EVEN IF YOU OFFERED MY YOUR ENTIRE MOON, IT WOULD NOT BE ENOUGH FOR THIS PRICELESS BEAUTY~”
Jabba laughs as he licks Amidala’s face before waving a hand at Fortuna,
“MAKE SURE MY ESTEEMED GUESTS CAN SLEEP SOMEWHERE SECURE!”

Jabba then watches Sabé leave, suspicious and also leering at her shapely rear before Hat Lo returns down the private elevator and utters,
“My girls are escorting Cuthus to his quarters after he fell asleep satisfied- did I miss anything?”

“TELL ME EVERYTHING YOU KNOW ABOUT BARONESS MARTANO.”
Jabba grumbles back as he caresses Padme’s shoulder and sips some wine as Hat Lo gains a confused look before he whispers something very important to the Hutt…
…
Within one of the given sleeping chambers, Tonra notices Sabé pondering hard before he mutters,
“I know we have all night to come up with a plan, but if we don’t come up with something, Typho will-”

“I won’t risk Padme’s life in a blaster fight- and we can’t simply free her either, not without risking Jabba’s wrath…”
Sabé murmurs before she looks into Tonra’s eyes,
“Theres only one thing that will work… a switch.”

“No- even if it were possible, Padme would never agree to it, and I won’t either…”
Tonra retorts as he pulls Sabé close, only for the former handmaiden to caress his face and sigh,
“I still look like her, right? It’s not like Jabba will notice her face looks a little different…”

Tonra cups Sabé’s chin,
“I… you’re willing to endure under that Hutt? Even with the risk of him knowing you are someone else, or that we might not be able to rescue you?”

“I will endure, just as Padme has- I’m her shadow after all… but I at least owe you a possible goodbye~”
Sabé murmurs as she pulls Tonra into a kiss, quickly leading to the security agent going on top of the former handmaiden as they undress on a bed…

As the night deepens within Jabba’s palace, many of his courtiers fall asleep after enjoying the sight of the Hutt sharing a feast with Amidala before messily defiling her and going into slumber-

Padme, still wearily awake slowly pulls the Hutt’s tail out of her slime filled snatch in order to allow it to spill out onto the pillowed dais, and as she begins to join her master in sleep, a hand caressing her shoulder, causing the enslaved Senator to jolt awake-

A hand muffles Amidala’s mouth before she opens her eyes to the sight of a now unmasked Sabé along with her entourage who looks at her with a saddened yet relieved expression as she whispers,
“Get undressed as quickly and quietly as you can- I’ll take your place.”

Complex thoughts overwhelm Padme as she looks at Sabé sorrowfully, first tugging in her gold metal collar before she manages to whisper,
“I can’t… Anakin-”

“If your Jedi guardian is still alive, he’d want you to escape this hellhole- and I have a deactivator that would take your collar off…”
Sabé says as she raises the device up to Padme’s neck-

Before Sabé can remove Amidala’s collar, Jabba booms awake, with his tail wrapping around the former handmaiden as he then pulls on Padme’s chain hard with dozens of his henchmen suddenly charging in from all sides-

While Typho & Tonra move around and begin to open fire on the Hutt cronies, Dorme gets grabbed by Bidlo with Sache, Rabe & Yane getting taken into the arms of the gamorreans, with Teckla gasping out as Fortuna fondles her against him before she can escape-

As Sabe struggles to escape the tightening coils of Jabba’s tail, Typho is stunned unconscious by one of Greedo’s stun blasts with Tonra managing to shoot two nikto guards before Aurra Sing fires a blaster bolt at his head, instantly killing the security agent-
Sabe lets out an anguished yell as tears stream down her face before she looks up at Jabba with both fury and confusion as she screams,
“How could you-?!”

“If you’re asking about your baroness ruse, then I’m afraid that the real Martano passed away in her sleep a few months back- it was private and not well known, but luckily I have a close connection with the Kobola spice miners.”
Hat Lo remarks as he gets up and sips a drink from Lunae’s tray,
“I like to be up to date on everything as Jabba’s chief informant.”

Jabba licks his lips as he looks down at the beautiful faces of Sabe, Dorme, Sache, Yane & Rabe before booming,
“THEN TELL ME LO, DO ANY OF THESE LOVELY WOMEN LOOK FAMILIAR TO YOU?”

“Not personally, but it's widely known on Naboo that the royalty and other notable figures are always accompanied by handmaidens…”
Hat Lo replies amusingly,
“I’m guessing Amidala’s most loyal supporters decided to attempt this foolish rescue.”

“HOW BOLD OF THEM… HAVE SOME OF MY MEN SEE IF ANYMORE OF AMIDALA’S ALLIES ARE IN THEIR SHIP- AND DISPOSE OF THE BODIES.”
Jabba says waving a hand as a guard pulls Sabe out of the Hutt’s grasp, with the lead former handmaiden giving Tonra’s body a sadden look as it and the nikto corpses are dragged away, with another gamorrean pulling an unconscious Typho up-

At the Star Skiff within the palace hangar, the landing pad is suddenly swarmed with Hutt enforcers that take Teckla & Motee captive, with Ric attempting to free them by shooting the intruders, only for one of them to stab him with a pike, killing the retired pilot-

Once Teckla & Motee are brought into audience chamber, Jabba has the seven nabooian women lined up in front of him before the Hutt pulls Padme back and gurgles in her ear,
“THESE WOMEN CAME HERE TO TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME, DIDN’T THEY?”

“No… they came to say goodbye.”
Padme says in a pleading voice upon hearing the translation, causing Jabba to tug on her leash, choking Amidala as he bellows,
“DO NOT LIE TO YOUR MASTER! I HEARD THE FALSE BARONESS PLAN ON TAKING YOUR PLACE… PERHAPS THEY CAN JOIN YOU IN SERVICE TO ME…”

Amidala shakes her head frantically before Jabba laps at her ear,
“IF YOU THINK THEY ARE NOT WORTH KEEPING, THEN MY HYENAS WILL HAVE THEM INSTEAD.”

“Please… master, keep them… they can serve you well, as they have served me…”
Padme begs in a small voice, causing all of the captive handmaidens to gain fearful expressions as Jabba then chortles out,
“THEN I WISH TO SEE IF THEY FIT MY NEEDS- STRIP THEM!”

Padme looks down as Sabe and the rest of the women begin to be ripped of their clothes by the grabby guards holding them, with Typho being taken away as the seven captives’ skin is exposed, causing Jabba to lick his lips until he booms,
“STOP! I WISH TO HAVE A TASTE OF MY NEW SLAVES BEFORE BETTER CLOTHES ARE PUT ON THEM- START WITH THE BARONESS!”

Sabe is pressed up against Jabba’s front before the former handmaiden growls at the Hutt,
“You won’t get away with this!”

“MY FOOLISHLY LOVELY GIRL, I ALREADY HAVE~”
Jabba burples as his long slimy tongue emerges and slithers across Sabe’s face, causing the woman to let out a groan as Dorme gains a disgusted expression watching the Hutt slobber on her face, with the other girls staring either shocked and scared-

After covering Sabe’s face in drool and fondling her barely covered chest and backside, Jabba tosses her back in the arms of a guard before he has a taste of the rest, forcing Dorme to suck on his tongue, mouthing Teckla’s supple breasts, fondling Rabe’s buttocks, covering Motee in his tail’s slime and then groping Sache & Yane’s slits and licking their mouths-

Jabba then waves a hand, causing the guards to escort the newly enslaved women away before the Hutt mutters to Padme,
“YOU SHOULD THANK ME FOR BEING MERCIFUL~”

Amidala closes her eyes and nods before she crawls down on all fours, with her dripping cunt facing Jabba as she murmurs,
“Take me~”
…
Within the dungeons, Typho is tossed into a cell, with him seeing Anakin Skywalker in a cell across from him, causing the captive bodyguard to call out,
“Jedi! How could you let Senator Amidala leave safely so recklessly? Now most of us are captive as well! Do you realize this is entirely your fault?”
“I’m aware… but don’t worry, I doubt Jabba will keep you around and make you listen or watch all of the horrid things he’s done to Padme…”
Anakin replies in a quiet broken voice.

Back in the harem showers, Minna does measurements on the seven newly enslaved nabooian women for outfit sizes before she notices the singer Trella joining them in the bathes causing Valorum to utter,
“You seem interested in the master’s new catches- see potential in what roles they’ll serve?”

The naked purple skinned singer smiles back before looking over at Rabe,
“I’ve heard her music- I think she’d make a fine addition to my band.”

“I’m sure you’ll have time to convince her about the role later, right now Jabba wants to see his latest slaves in their attire with his late night party.”
Minna hums as she faces Sabe and the rest,
“And luckily their starship offered me the perfect material to make matching outfits, for almost all of them…”

An hour later, Jabba smokes his hookah impatiently before Minna enters the throne room, holding seven chain leashes brings Dorme, Rabe, Sache, Yane, Motee & Teckla now dressed in scantily clad versions of the royal handmaiden outfits, with only Sabe now wearing Padme’s slave attire, with it being repainted black-

Padme, now naked and still chained to Jabba doesn’t bother to cover her soiled bare body as Jabba has her lay against his belly before he booms out,
“YOU’VE DONE WELL MINNA! THEY ALL LOOK SO TEMPTING, AND YET I ONLY WANT THREE TO ACCOMPANY ME AND MY LOVELY…”

Jabba then gives Amidala’s right breast a squeeze,
“THE ONE WHO WANTED TO BE YOU SO BADLY SHALL HAVE MY COMPANY, BUT WHICH TWO WOULD YOU LIKE TO CHOOSE? THE REST WILL BE LEFT FOR MY MEN TO ENJOY~”

Once TC-70 translates this, Padme looks out at the six other women, all of them having pleading stares, with Amidala tempted to pick Teckla & especially Motee, until she notices Sache & Yane and points to them murmuring,
“Those two, master… they have yet to know the pleasures of any man, let alone you~”

Jabba notices Sache & Yane still wearing matching marriage rings causing him to chuckle aloud,
“A SLAVE COUPLE? THAT I MUST TRY- BRING THEM TO BE FIRST!”

Minna hands Jabba three of the leashes before the Hutt quickly pulls Sache & Yane towards his tail, with Sabe being tugged into embracing Padme as Jabba curls his tail around the married enslaved women-

Pulling on their chains encourages Sache to begin to stroke then lick on the Hutt’s appentage, with Yane watching in saddened disgust before a tug on her leash forces her to join her wife in lapping at Jabba’s throbbing sex organ-

With the rest of the slave handmaidens open for the rest of Jabba’s court, they are quickly taken into the arms of the Hutt’s top men, with Rabe getting licked by Chokk, Motee ending up in the arms of Bidlo, Bib getting his hands on Dorme while Teckla is left with the gamorrean Lomrokk-

Sabe looks away repulsed with Padme watching sadly as Jabba piles Sache on top of Yane before ramming his tail deeply into the former, making her scream out before he pulls out and jams his wiggling appendage into the other’s tight snatch-

As Jabba fucks the enslaved former handmaidens, Chokk pounds Rabe from behind, with Kwerve having Motee ride his dick, Fortuna forcing Dorme to suck him off while Lomrokk and another gamorrean double team Teckla-

Even after Jabba finishes and leaves Sache & Yane in a slimy semen mess on his dais, the Hutt finds himself grow aroused once more as he watches the rest of the enslaved women endure the court’s debauchery before he pulls Padme & Sabe close as he slithers off his throne and gurgles,
“NOW LET US SEE IF YOUR WOULD BE PRETENDER CAN TAKE ME~”

Upon entering his private chambers, Jabba forces Padme to strip Sabe naked, making the former close handmaiden blush slightly, something the Hutt notices as he orders them to make out as his tail wiggles between their pressed up naked bodies-

While Padme’s nervous, Sabe almost leans into kissing Amidala, passionately embraces the former Queen and senator as the Hutt’s tail brushes against their cunts, then thrusting in between their pressed together breasts until he explodes, covering their chests in his seed-

Jabba then has Padme finger Sabe as her cunt is positioned over his tail before Amidala thrusts her down, causing Sabe to let out a loud wail as the Hutt’s appendage fills her up more than any man before, with the crime lord thrusting deep as he fondles Amidala and forces his tongue down Sabe’s throat-

It doesn’t take long for Sabe to repeatedly orgasm with the Hutt’s tail impaling her insides, with Jabba shooting some semen into her walls before tossing her down and making Padme lay on top of her as his tail begins to wiggle between her buttocks-

Padme hugs Sabe closely before murmuring,
“I’m so sorry…”

Sabe gives Padme a kiss before uttering,
“Don’t be~”

Amidala gives into Sabe’s desire and kisses her former close handmaiden and now slave girl lover as Jabba thrusts his tail deep into her cunt, causing her to moan into her mouth as the Hutt continues to ravage his lovely Nabooian enslaved concubines…

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