Shielded from the unforgivable heat of the twin Tatooine suns, the throne room of Jabba the Hutt was dark and cool with only a few shafts of light filtering through holes in the palace ceiling. The setting might even have been serene if it had not been from the shouts and cries of the perverse creatures that now lay within. The loud almost annoying sound of Jabba's band echoed through every hall in the place as Sy Snootles sang a vulgar remediation of "Lepti Nek". While the music blared scum from all over the galaxy sat in different corners of the room drinking, smoking, and heckling at Jabba's many slaves dancing erotically for their master in the center of the room.
At the head of this gathering of debauchery, looking over the wild party from atop his wide dais, Jabba himself rocked to the alien beat, moving as much as his obese slug like body would allow. As he shifted from side to side, he shook the leash he held playfully, his eye's intently following the beautiful creature he kept collared at its end.
Dancing over the grate in the middle of the room, an alluring young woman, her head haloed with almost fluorescent blond hair, moved in a sensual ballet to please her huttese master. The scant costume she was forced to wear barely clothed her captivating body, and the intricate dance she performed only helped to expose more to Jabba and his many guests. To Jabba each movement was an invitation, and as he felt his tail swell, it was an invitation he could no longer refuse.
Leaning against the back of his stone dais the fat gangster yanked the chain he held taught and pulled the lovely slave from the dance floor. He caught her in mid-step, her collar going tight around her slender neck and sending her sprawling towards her master, over the lip of his throne, and into his slimy clutches. Jabba's hands immediately began to roam over her curvaceous body, caressing her wonderfully smooth skin as he pressed her scantily clad form against his flabby mid-section. The girl, however, did not struggle or cry out in disgust, instead accepting her master's touch. Sadness was etched across her beautiful face as one of Jabba's stubby fingers slid between the slit in the crotch of her costume, grazing the sensitive lips of her vulva. She gave no hint of protest and opened her legs invitingly for her hutt master, Jabba chuckling at her obedience. After months of serving his desires she knew better than to resist Jabba the Hutt.
Her legs still wide, Jabba began to slide his thick tail up and between her thighs, feeling her tremble against him in anticipation for what she knew would come next. The skin from Jabba's tail peeled back and slid inside her, his girth causing a muffled gasp to escape his blonde servant as she pressed herself tighter against him. Ignoring her small pleas for him to go slower Jabba pumped quickly in and out pushing his rod deep inside her squirming body.
As she writhed against him, rolling her hips and attempting to please him, Jabba absent mindedly flicked his wide tongue across her pert breasts. The girl had served him well during her time in his palace, having been leashed as his favorite since her arrival. Still even as she desperately rode his tail, Jabba found himself growing bored. She had become too obedient. There was no amusement anymore in humiliating her, forcing her to make love to him, or having her debase herself for him and his guests. He needed new meat, a new girl to break and bend to his desires, another innocent to make into his whore.
Jabba knew Fortuna was visiting his home world of Ryloth and his major domo always brought something tasty back with him. Jabba smiled at the thought of fresh twi'lek pussy and decided to amuse himself a little longer with his blonde slut until his new gift arrived.