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Oola felt numb as her sandaled feet slid across the stone floor. Her legs seemed to move on their own, separate from her mind or her will, with only the steady pull of the leash attached to her collar keeping her moving.
It almost seemed that she was watching her body from afar and that the green twi’lek following the entourage of burly guards was someone else.
It couldn’t be her. The green twi’lek was near naked, robed in the netted garb of a lowly pleasure slave, her intimate regions only guarded by the barest of leather thongs. Her face was garishly painted, a thick sheen on her full lips, her eyes dark and sultry, and her cheeks pink and alluring. Most noticeable of all was a fresh mark on the small of her back, still red from the needle that had put it there. The mark of a slave.
And Oola was not meant to be a slave. Oola was meant to be a star.
Fortuna had promised her. Arranged for everything, taking her far away from the harsh life of Ryloth and away from the father who he claimed planned to sell her (like all twi’lek females) into slavery. He would take her to his employer, a wealthy and influential being who would make sure her beauty and talent would be shown across the galaxy. She was to be dressed in the finest silks and perform on the grandest of stages, not in some whores netting at the end of a leash.
But it was all beginning to sink in for Oola. She remembered arriving at this palace the day she was meant to meet her new benefactor. She remembered being led through hallways just like this one, dressed in finery like the starlets she had watched in the few holorecordings she was allowed as a child. She had been nervous and excited, thinking this to be the beginning of her new life, away from Ryloth and away from chains.
And then she saw him. Jabba the Hutt. The kind and handsome lord Fortuna had described was nowhere to be found and in his place was a corpulent monster. A giant slug, with slime oozing from every pour and orange reptilian eyes that stared at her with unquestioning hunger. She had screamed and tried to run only to be grabbed and brought struggling towards the horrific creature.
Her clothing was torn away from her body and the crowd cheered around her while the slug licks his lips at the sight. His pudgy hands had caressed and violated her, inspecting her like a fine piece of cattle. Oola could only whimper as the hutt’s booming voice had then declared his intention for her. She would be his personal slave. His favored pet. He then ordered the guards to take her to be prepared and then brought to his chambered to be taught her new role.
In a bath house other slave girls had washed and dressed her, sympathy and sadness on each lovely face as they took turns telling her that it was better not to fight. That it would be easier to let Master Jabba have what he desired from her.
Now she was being brought back to this monster, to be leashed to his side and serve the twisted desires the slaves had warned her of.
As she and her guards came to a large metal doorway, Oola felt the shock begin to wear off only to be replaced by fear and panic. She wanted to run but knew she would not get far with the collar around her neck. She wanted to cry but she had already been told if her tears ruined her carefully painted makeup, that she would be severely punished. She couldn’t even cover herself, already having been whipped lightly for trying to use her lekku to hide her naked breasts.
Oola could only tremble as the metal door opened and she was led inside. At the far end of the room the hutt reclined on a pile of cushions, just as revolting as she remembered. He stared at her with same hunger as before, and she became acutely aware of his gaze on her swaying breasts. She blushed in shame and closed her eyes, hoping this was all some horrific dream.
But when she opened them again, she still stood before the hutt only the guards had vanished and Jabba now held her leash in his slimy grasp.
She was all alone with him.
His tongue rolled suggestively over his scum covered lips as he gave an experimental tug on her tether. <Ah, you look quite delicious my pet.> He spoke in his guttural language <Your performance will be the highlight of my evening festivities.>
Despite knowing she would be punished, Oola could not fight the tears as the full weight of her fate came down upon her. “Please…” She desperately pleaded, taking a small step backward.
Jabba only chuckled, his laugh deep and frightening. <Do not cry pet, you will soon learn to appreciate your new master.> He then gripped her leash tight, not allowing her any more slack. <And tonight will be your first lesson!>
The slug’s fetid body shifted on its side revealing something stiff and long underneath the hutt’s fat. Not understanding at first, Oola’s eyes went wide and her breath caught in her chest a she realized what she was seeing. A long horrified scream escaped the helpless dancer’s lips.
<Now come and serve your lord’s ‘scepter’!>
Her face filled with panic Oola grabbed her leash and struggled, but her sandals gave her no purchase on the smooth stone. Horrified, she found herself slowly being dragged into her captors clutches.
Her next scream could be heard throughout the catacombs of Jabba’s palace, a sound that would continue to echo through the halls for that night and many nights after…
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I've always wanted to see that scene where Oola was first presented to Jabba. When she realized her dreams had been a lie and that her fate would be far more horrible than she could have ever imagined.
This is one of many traditional art projects that I currently have in the works. Not sure when each will be finished but I will be certainly putting them out more frequently that I have in months past. The first few will be a bit rough but I'm hoping to continue to get better throughout this process.
Love it 😍