A week ago

Leia had been discovered and taken to Jabba the Hutt's harem, far from Lando's help, who wouldn't return until he could alert Luke. Why had she had this idea without warning Luke? She cursed herself for once again wanting to have her own way. She thought she'd suffered the worst with Darth Vader, but now she doubted it. Servants removed her mercenary armor; she was now naked under the gaze of a Gamorrean guard who would have asked only for an order to subject her to the ultimate outrages. The dim lights of Jabba's harem cast eerie shadows on the walls while the Hutt, lying on his platform, watched her with a lecherous smile.

The servants washed her with such sensuality and experience that Leia was disturbed, a fact not lost on Jabba. The Hutt let out a hearty laugh, visibly amused by her discomfort, while beckoning one of the handmaids over. The latter, a Twi'lek with downcast eyes, complied without hesitation, bringing a steaming drink that Jabba downed in one gulp. His gaze never left Leia, whose skin glistened in the dim light, and he absentmindedly stroked the head of his favorite handmaid, who snuggled up to him with disconcerting submission.

He gave orders that the droid C-2ZO translated:

• The magnificent and illustrious Jabba the Hutt demands that you dance naked to show him. If you refuse his every command, he will throw Yann Solo into a volcano in his carbonite straitjacket.

Leia felt a cold sweat run down her spine as Jabba's eyes continued to devour her. The music began, a slow, sensual melody that seemed to mock her distress. The handmaids surrounded her, their hands caressing her skin, urging her to move. But Leia refused, despite the fear that gripped her. She met C-3PO's gaze, his golden eyes expressing silent compassion, and shook her head imperceptibly. She knew any rebellion would be futile, but she couldn't help resisting, even in this small way.

Jabba sneered, a greasy, repulsive sound, and raised a hand.

A Gamorrean approached Leia with a whip, C-2ZO.

• I advise you to obey, the guard will whip you with a nerve-wracking whip that will unleash horrible pain on your nerve endings.

Leia felt the weight of their stares on her, the thick air of the harem thick with threats. The Gamorrean's whip cracked through the air, making the handmaids jump. C-2ZO, motionless, seemed paralyzed with horror. Jabba, on the other hand, seemed to savor every moment, his smile widening. "You refuse to dance for me?" he muttered, his voice like a huge stone rolling over sand. He raised a hand, and the guard approached.

Without mercy, the whip came down and struck her from head to toe, leaving burning red marks on her skin. Leia suppressed a scream, gritting her teeth to prevent Jabba from the satisfaction of seeing her suffer. The Hutt sneered, clearly pleased by her endurance, and waved his hand for the guard to approach again. The handmaids backed away, their eyes lowered, while C-3PO, motionless, muttered unintelligible words, unable to intervene. The pain was intense, but Leia knew that giving in would be worse. She raised her head, staring defiantly at Jabba, though she knew it would only excite him more.

The guard hit her five more times, knocking her to the ground. She wanted to be finished off. Each blow made her grit her teeth, but she refused to scream. Blood flowed from her wounds, and the pain was unbearable. Jabba sneered, clearly pleased by her endurance.

Jabba signaled to a man who placed a collar on Leia. C-2ZO translated,

• What you could have freely given will be taken from you. This collar will take control of your body ; you will be imprisoned within it. Dance sensually now.

Leia didn't want to, but to her horror, her body rose like a puppet and began to dance as she would never have dared to dance without dying of shame. She began to sway her hips as she approached lasciviously, dropping to her knees, spreading them, running a finger over her exposed intimate area, moving up her body, licking her fingers at the taste of her sex, arching her back as if to offer herself to Jabba.

Leia, under the influence of the collar, continued to dance with a sensuality that revolted her. Each movement was **** for her soul, but her body, controlled by Jabba's will, exhibited itself without restraint. The Hutt, entranced by the spectacle, leaned back on his platform, his eyes shining with pleasure. The handmaidens watched, some with envy, others with compassion, but all remained silent. The Gamorrean guard, satisfied to see Leia submissive, stood at a distance, his whip still in hand, ready to intervene at the slightest sign of rebellion.