The plan had gone disastrously wrong.
“Orgo, Reishmi, Get her to the processing chamber.” The Twilek Major Domo yelled authoritatively from one of the sides of the room. Leia, of course, didn't hear him. It was much too chaotic for Leia to be able to keep track of what was being said by who. A colorful assortment of every type of alien or creature ever to crawl out of some inhospitable corner of the galaxy was loudly laughing or jabbering in their native vernaculars. And the disorientation was only aided by the helplessness of her predicament. She would do just about anything to get the slimy monstrosity Jabba calls a tongue out of her face. It made her almost relieved when she felt grubby hands pull her backwards by her wrists, forcing them behind her back. That is until she realized the implication of the uncomfortably cool durasteel cuffs that replaced those hands.
The proceeding ten minutes had been a hard time to think. The span of time from her freeing Han to the point where a storm of hands roamed her body, to the present tense had left her to focused with trying to stop the hands of the guests, and the tongue of the host from getting to points on her body that she didn't want them to touch. Even by the most liberal of standards, that task had been a failure. The tentacle like appendage of what she could only assume was a Sikurdian scumbag snaked it's way between her legs and gave an annoyingly effective caress, while her arms were busy stopping a Rodian from trying to grab her breasts from behind. A rough smack on the ass from an unseen patron had made her hop much too close to that bastard Crumb for comfort. And worst of all, at one point when Jabba's tongue had managed to sneak itself over the sensitive skin of her ear, she had inadvertently let out a pleasured groan. And unfortunately for her, it seemed that the Hutt had noticed, because she had to increasingly let some of the others touch her in alarming ways just to stop that infernal tongue from getting to her ears again.
Whoever it was who was pulling her out of the chambers was doing a good job of it. If Leia wasn't dazed and disturbingly aroused by her ordeal, she might have even recognized it as the strong arm of a Gamorean. And thankful as she might be to escape the vicinity of Jabba and his entourage, she probably would realize that being dragged off by one of his guards probably wouldn't be taking her to a much better place. A second set of arms joined those pulling her backwards, each guard holding her by her forearms. At this reality reintroducing jolt, Leia attempted to fling her arms wildly in a helpless show of resistance. Her frantic eyes scanned the receding room for any sign that Han might still be there. But, in the time she had been getting groped, Jabba's men had obviously taken him away.
The struggle surprised her guards, letting Leia run forward for a moment. Even in her confusion and fear, the possibility of escaping her inevitable captivity seemed slim to none. Her shakes legs almost buckled beneath her with each stride towards the staircase. Her ears couldn't assemble any single voice from the chorus of sound from the scum. Her brain found it hard to concentrator on even getting as simple an act of running correctly, with the thick stink of cum and grease and grime bombarding her nostrils. Her brief flight only reached it's end when right as she reached the door, Leia was stunned by a sharp pain at the back of her head. Slowly the world around her went dark, and the last sensation that reached her before unctuousness overtook her, was the accidental taste of the stone floor, when her tongue accidentally touched it's unwashed surface. |