Jabba the Hutt reclined in his opulent chamber, the haze of incense and the pulsing beat of exotic music filled the air. The walls, adorned with tapestries and murals depicting scenes of ancient Huttese glory, cast a seductive glow that danced across Leia's bare skin. She stood before the grotesque beast, her eyes widening with a combination of fear and intrigue as Jabba's gnarled fingers beckoned her closer."You have served me well, Princess," Jabba rumbled, his voice like gravel in a slow-moving stream. "Now, I have another task for you."Jabba's milky eyes twinkled with amusement, or perhaps it was something darker. She felt a flutter of panic. Was it the power of his will over her, or the sheer audacity of the situation?"You are to bathe me," Jabba continued, his breath a putrid fog that clung to Leia's face. "Scrub me clean."With a trembling hand, she reached for the basin of scented oils and began to carefully anoint Jabba's scaly skin."And take your bikini off."Leia hesitated, clenching her jaw. Not wanting to give more satisfaction to Jabba by resisting, as she knew he would enjoy that far more, she undid her metal bikini and pushed it aside. Now she was fully nude, her breasts chilly as she stepped into the large cleaning bath Jabba already was sitting in.Leia scrubbed the creature, as he watched her with hooded eyes. Both didn't talk, and surprisingly, he didn't make any further comments.As the layers of grime and despotism peeled away, Jabba's true form emerged—a creature of opulent curves and sinewy power. Leia worked tirelessly, her hands exploring the ridges and crevices of his body, her movements both delicate and assertive. The mixture of disgust and fascination warred within her, consuming her every thought.Finally, Jabba spoke, as she creaked her neck from the exertion, taking a quick rest from the ministrations."You are a devoted servant," Jabba praised, his tail twitching with delight. "There is a reward for your diligence." His eyes, now mere slits of predatory intent, fixed upon her with an unspoken promise of carnal pleasure."Lay back, Princess," he commanded, his voice a low rumble that sent vibrations through her body. "Let me show you the true meaning of pleasure."Leia hesitated, her mind racing fearfully. All of this was wrong. Yet, as his lips grazed her neck, she surrendered to the moment. She knew how his mind worked. The more she showed resistance, the more he would be happy. So she relented externally, keeping her mind strong.The sound of Jabba's laughter filled the chamber as he towered over Leia, his bulk almost overwhelming in its grotesque sensuality. With a manicured hand, he traced the outline of her shapely body, causing a shiver to run down her spine. His touch was both repulsive and alluring, a contradiction that seemed to amplify the intensity of the moment.Leia's eyes closed involuntarily as she felt the weight of Jabba's coils wrapping around her, his tail delving into her as he rubbed her clit. The rhythm was relentless, and she couldn't help but moan loudly.When Jabba heard that first moan from Leia, his breathing grew ragged, and he joined in groaning at the sensation and unexpected satisfaction at seeing Leia being pleasured.Leia could feel the heat of his body, the pulsating life force that belied his otherwise amorphous and imposing form. Despite being disgusted with the experience, her moans grew only louder, bouncing off the walls of the large bathing house.She finally came. He came on her breasts and face. While he did so, instead of looking away, she willed herself to look at Jabba in the eye. "It seems like we're done with your bath. Am I to be dismissed?" She recomposed herself, and started tying her bikini back on. Processing the experience, Jabba had an uneasy feeling about the Princess's cold behavior and what was going through her mind. After a moment of silence, he spoke. "You are officially going to be the only slave who bathes me everyday going forward. Dismissed."

Jabba the Hutt reclined in his opulent chamber, the haze of incense and the pulsing beat of exotic music filled the air. The walls, adorned with tapestries and murals depicting scenes of ancient Huttese glory, cast a seductive glow that danced across Leia's bare skin. She stood before the grotesque beast, her eyes widening with a combination of fear and intrigue as Jabba's gnarled fingers beckoned her closer.

"You have served me well, Princess," Jabba rumbled, his voice like gravel in a slow-moving stream. "Now, I have another task for you."

Jabba's milky eyes twinkled with amusement, or perhaps it was something darker. She felt a flutter of panic. Was it the power of his will over her, or the sheer audacity of the situation?

"You are to bathe me," Jabba continued, his breath a putrid fog that clung to Leia's face. "Scrub me clean."

With a trembling hand, she reached for the basin of scented oils and began to carefully anoint Jabba's scaly skin.

"And take your bikini off."

Leia hesitated, clenching her jaw. Not wanting to give more satisfaction to Jabba by resisting, as she knew he would enjoy that far more, she undid her metal bikini and pushed it aside. Now she was fully nude, her breasts chilly as she stepped into the large cleaning bath Jabba already was sitting in.

Leia scrubbed the creature, as he watched her with hooded eyes. Both didn't talk, and surprisingly, he didn't make any further comments.

As the layers of grime and despotism peeled away, Jabba's true form emerged—a creature of opulent curves and sinewy power. Leia worked tirelessly, her hands exploring the ridges and crevices of his body, her movements both delicate and assertive. The mixture of disgust and fascination warred within her, consuming her every thought.

Finally, Jabba spoke, as she creaked her neck from the exertion, taking a quick rest from the ministrations.

"You are a devoted servant," Jabba praised, his tail twitching with delight. "There is a reward for your diligence." His eyes, now mere slits of predatory intent, fixed upon her with an unspoken promise of carnal pleasure.

"Lay back, Princess," he commanded, his voice a low rumble that sent vibrations through her body. "Let me show you the true meaning of pleasure."

Leia hesitated, her mind racing fearfully.  

All of this was wrong. 

Yet, as his lips grazed her neck, she surrendered to the moment. She knew how his mind worked. The more she showed resistance, the more he would be happy. So she relented externally, keeping her mind strong.

The sound of Jabba's laughter filled the chamber as he towered over Leia, his bulk almost overwhelming in its grotesque sensuality. With a manicured hand, he traced the outline of her shapely body, causing a shiver to run down her spine. His touch was both repulsive and alluring, a contradiction that seemed to amplify the intensity of the moment.

Leia's eyes closed involuntarily as she felt the weight of Jabba's coils wrapping around her, his tail delving into her as he rubbed her clit. The rhythm was relentless, and she couldn't help but moan loudly.

When Jabba heard that first moan from Leia, his breathing grew ragged, and he joined in groaning at the sensation and unexpected satisfaction at seeing Leia being pleasured.

Leia could feel the heat of his body, the pulsating life force that belied his otherwise amorphous and imposing form. Despite being disgusted with the experience, her moans grew only louder, bouncing off the walls of the large bathing house.

She finally came. He came on her breasts and face. While he did so, instead of looking away, she willed herself to look at Jabba in the eye. 

"It seems like we're done with your bath. Am I to be dismissed?" She recomposed herself, and started tying her bikini back on. 

Processing the experience, Jabba had an uneasy feeling about the Princess's cold behavior and what was going through her mind.  

After a moment of silence, he spoke. "You are officially going to be the only slave who bathes me everyday going forward. Dismissed."

"You have served me well, Princess," Jabba rumbled, his voice like gravel in a slow-moving stream. "Now, I have another task for you."

The Bath

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