ROTJ: I'm sure it's nothing, plus I don't want to keep Jabba waiting.
From Create Your Own Story
You nod to the guard. "I'm sure."
"OK then." He answers. He opens his mouth to say something, but decides against it, instead leading you out by your collar.
As you walk through the halls of the palace, you become more and more aware of your lack of clothing. Not that you normal wear much, but the difference is still striking. The cool air washing over every inch of your skin, the bounce of your breasts with each step you take, the way your nipples begin to harden. It's all so... invigorating. If it weren't for the sound of the throne room's occupants getting ever closer, you'd find your nakedness rather freeing.
But as you step into the throne room and hear the room slowly go quiet, as the various guards, bounty hunters, criminals and other entertainers stop to gaze at you, lust in their eyes. Some try to hide it, try to look away. Others, mostly the Gamorreans, don't bother, displaying their erections proudly as they practically drool over you. And at the far end of the room, laid across his dais, is your master. Jabba the Hutt. The guard leading you hands him your chain, though Jabba never breaks his gaze on you.
Time seems to stand still as you wait for his reaction, to see if you've done a good enough job of pleasing him. Your eyes flick down to see that you're standing on the trapdoor. With Jabba's pudgy arm resting on his dais' armrest, all it takes is a slight move to sent you falling down into the pit below. Come on. You think to yourself. Say something! Eventually though, Jabba begins to speak.
| Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga |
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