Dizziness. Headache. Disorientation.
Han stirred from what felt like a year-long slumber and his lungs sucked in humid air.
Humid? This was the opposite of Tatooine. His last memory was on that arid, desert world. What happened? He'd been on Jabba's barge, outside the palace and above the Sarlacc pit. He was about to be executed. There'd been a battle and then...
Nothing. That must have been when he lost consciousness.
'Where the fuck am I?'
He rose from the simple bed and observed his surroundings. It was a basic room, not too different from the adobe buildings common on Tatooine. He might have thought it a prison cell if not for the tub on one side of the room. Bath tubs were hardly a common amenity in the many holding cells he'd spent time in. Not to mention he wasn't chained or shackled. A pleasant change from his previous predicament.
He stood, moved to the room's only door and pulled on the handle. Locked tight, of course. He turned and resumed his inspection. Other than a toilet, a table and a couple simple chairs, there was nothing. He walked to the other end where the tub and the room's solitary window resided. The basin was half full of blackish muck. A mud bath?
The window offered a wide view of a bustling, smog choked city. A quick look down revealed the room was dozens of floors up. That explained the lack of restraints. The only way out was a thirty floor fall to instant death. He watched hovercrafts and small ships whiz through the sky. They whistled gently in the distance, their exhaust mixed with the city's bog-like stench.
'Nal Hutta?'
As if the universe had heard his question and was prepared to answer, the door unlocked and opened. Han whirled around. He was ready for a fight, if need be, but was confronted by...
"
LEIA
?!?"
She closed the door and turned back to him. The loud clank of a lock being secured resounded behind her.
"Yup. It's me" she said with a broad smile, placing her hands on her hips.
It was her alright, but something was off. Very off. The longer Han studied her, the more changes he noticed. She was wearing a ridiculous
slave bikini
getup, no doubt furnished by Jabba. It was made of bronze and golden plate that barely covered her feminine assets and a long crimson cloth that dangled between her thighs. She had the same luscious dark hair and sparkling eyes. That much was normal. The odd thing was her aforementioned
assets
were so much bigger than they'd been previously.
Her breasts were roughly four times the size he remembered her having. Leia's hips were noticeably wider. Her abdominal muscles were taught and strong. She had the six pack Han had never quite managed. She even seemed taller by a considerable degree. What the hell was going on?
"Leia... You're alright?"
"Never felt better, if I'm honest. They gave me some weird drugs and I was out for a while, but I feel incredible."
"Wish I could say the same" he replied. Han cradled his forehead with his right palm before running it through his hair. "Is this Nal Hutta?"
"Yes, though I'm not sure which city. Haven't heard anyone slip the name yet."
"
Fuck!
" he cursed, shaking his head with sardonic half-smile. "Into the garbage chute again. This place is the worst. The
one
planet I never wanted to come back to! The Empire's trash compactor was less filthy than this hell hole."
"Oh, stop it" she snapped. "At least our lives aren't in danger. We almost died in that thing."
Her words made Han think. "Yeah, we're alive. Why is that? I mean, I know why
you're
still alive" he said indicating her slutty outfit. "But why am I? What happened at the pit?"
Leia sighed and folded her arms below her newly expanded bosom. She turned and looked away as she spoke. "I saw one of the palace guards knock you out and then the battle went to shit. Luke is dead. Lando was swallowed by the Sarlacc. Chewie was captured. He's probably working in some mine on Tatooine or... who knows where."
Han's face was a blank slate. Shock overtook him as he tried to process all she'd just said. Two comrades gone. At least Chewie was still alive. He could be found and rescued, potentially.
Leia turned back to him, her expression soft and her voice sullen. "After the battle, Jabba'd had his fill of death and carnage. His mind turned to his other appetites. The ugly worm announced he'd thought of another use for
the lovebirds
."
Han's eyes went wide. "Meaning... us?"
Leia unfolded her arms and strode to him, placing her right hand on his side.
"Yes."
"So, what does he want?"
She pressed her buxom curves on him and their lips met. They entered a long, deep tongue kiss as the metal of her costume dug into his body. She broke the kiss and spoke into his ear at a hushed whisper.
"They want to watch us. That's the only reason you're still alive."
Leia nodded her head back and to the side. Han's eyes followed her movement and he saw what she meant in the distance. Holes for hidden cameras. Peep holes in the walls too. They
were
in a prison, of a sort. Some kind of sick, sex slave brothel cell. The Hutts were going to profit by selling access to two famous survivors of the Rebel Alliance putting on a show for their degenerate clientele.
He shook his head. "This is crazy. We have to think of a way out of here."
Leia raised a finger to his lips, silencing him. "It's over Han. It's been almost a week since the rescue attempt. Without us, Luke and Lando, the resistance is doomed. And besides, I don't care about that anymore..."
She took a step back and made a show of tearing off the dark, red loincloth. Leia tossed it aside. A long, thick, veiny cock was revealed, hanging from her pelvis. A weighty set of fleshy cantaloupes, glistening with sweaty musk, lay just beneath it.
"I just want to
