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Having grown up in the pleasant climes of Alderaan, the oppressive heat of Tatooine had, and still was, taken time for Leia to adjust to. Even in the skimpy gold and silk bikini that the Hutt had forced her to don, the temperature was barely tolerable.

To say nothing of the predicament she found herself in. Lando was under constant watch, Jabba's suspicion obvious. Chewie was in a dungeon cell thanks to her and the droids were being even more than less than unhelpful. So now the plan to rescue Han from the crime lord's clutches now all hinged on Luke.

Not that she doubted he could save them. He was just taking his sweet time about it like he had at Yavin.

Right now her only friend was the twi'lek girl whom Jabba would have fed to his pet rancor had she and Chewbacca not arrived when they did. The wookie's capture had overshadowed any slight against Jabba for the time being. Though that had been complete fluke, she had made sure to convey her appreciation. She spoke only basic... Basic, having spent most of her life up to now on Ryloth, but it had been enough for them to commune. Oola was her name, tricked into thinking she would become a galaxy renowned dancer. Not a slave girl, private entertainment for a piece of worm ridden filth.

The sail barge currently cruising over the sand dunes hadn't the space however for the usual form of entertainment. With dancing off the cards, the pair were ordered to entertain in a less conventional way.

Leia sighed contently as Oola's fingers gently massaged her midriff, softly rubbing in the exotic oils over the smooth skin of her stomach and sides.

"You enjoy?" Oola asked in a hushed whisper.

"Mhm," she nodded by way of response. The twi'lek's clever fingers felt amazing. Even if her hands were chained above her. Even if she knew what was coming. If a massage by such a talented creature was all she was getting today, she'd take it.

"Jabba not stare too much today. You not have to fake this time."

"I wasn't... I didn't fake anything." Leia replied, slightly confused as Oola screwed the lid back on the glass. She shot her an inquisitive look.

"You really that teeklish?" She giggled, "No fake?"

"No fake," the princess nodded. Oola gave her another quizzical look, not sure whether to believe her or not. An expression that turned to fear as Jabba's voice boomed.

"Remember," Leia whispered as Oola adopted her position beside her manacled friend, "I have a friend coming who'll save us. All we need to do till then is put on a show."

A smile returned to Oola's face and as she wriggled her fingers and lekku closer to Leia's helpless, supple skin, she got the distinct impression that she found more enjoyment in this than she'd let on.

That made two of them.

"Make me beg." Leia whispered.

"You teeklish as you say," Oola beamed, "You more than beg..."

Commission kindly done by who will also have a topless Oola and HD versions available elsewhere.

Description
Having grown up in the pleasant climes of Alderaan, the oppressive heat of Tatooine had, and still was, taken time for Leia to adjust to. Even in the skimpy gold and silk bikini that the Hutt had forced her to don, the temperature was barely tolerable.

To say nothing of the predicament she found herself in. Lando was under constant watch, Jabba's suspicion obvious. Chewie was in a dungeon cell thanks to her and the droids were being even more than less than unhelpful. So now the plan to rescue Han from the crime lord's clutches now all hinged on Luke.

Not that she doubted he could save them. He was just taking his sweet time about it like he had at Yavin.

Right now her only friend was the twi'lek girl whom Jabba would have fed to his pet rancor had she and Chewbacca not arrived when they did. The wookie's capture had overshadowed any slight against Jabba for the time being. Though that had been complete fluke, she had made sure to convey her appreciation. She spoke only basic... Basic, having spent most of her life up to now on Ryloth, but it had been enough for them to commune. Oola was her name, tricked into thinking she would become a galaxy renowned dancer. Not a slave girl, private entertainment for a piece of worm ridden filth.

The sail barge currently cruising over the sand dunes hadn't the space however for the usual form of entertainment. With dancing off the cards, the pair were ordered to entertain in a less conventional way.

Leia sighed contently as Oola's fingers gently massaged her midriff, softly rubbing in the exotic oils over the smooth skin of her stomach and sides.

"You enjoy?" Oola asked in a hushed whisper.

"Mhm," she nodded by way of response. The twi'lek's clever fingers felt amazing. Even if her hands were chained above her. Even if she knew what was coming. If a massage by such a talented creature was all she was getting today, she'd take it.

"Jabba not stare too much today. You not have to fake this time."

"I wasn't... I didn't fake anything." Leia replied, slightly confused as Oola screwed the lid back on the glass. She shot her an inquisitive look.

"You really that teeklish?" She giggled, "No fake?"

"No fake," the princess nodded. Oola gave her another quizzical look, not sure whether to believe her or not. An expression that turned to fear as Jabba's voice boomed.

"Remember," Leia whispered as Oola adopted her position beside her manacled friend, "I have a friend coming who'll save us. All we need to do till then is put on a show."

A smile returned to Oola's face and as she wriggled her fingers and lekku closer to Leia's helpless, supple skin, she got the distinct impression that she found more enjoyment in this than she'd let on.

That made two of them.

"Make me beg." Leia whispered.

"You teeklish as you say," Oola beamed, "You more than beg..."

Commission kindly done by who will also have a topless Oola and HD versions available elsewhere.