Audience with Jabba

With that Darth Maul let her leave, and she hurried back to the palace. When she got there Sio Bibble, Rabé, and Sabé were waiting for her.
Bib led Padmé back to the audience chamber. The room was alive with alien music as she and R2-D2 entered and stood near Sio Bibble, Rabé, and Sabé. The Neimoidans were there as well, though on the other side of the room. For two days they had gone back and forth over every detail of a peace treaty. It had put Jabba to sleep several times and nearly driven Padmé to total frustration. But right now there were no negotiations taking place. Now Jabba had something in mind for his guests.

The criminal scum all gathered around the Hutt's throne as the music suddenly changed tempo and became a soft, sensual beat.

A voice rang out from the crowd in a pure, beautiful note that nearly took Padmé's breath away. An overhead spotlight illuminated a blue-haired woman wearing what looked like a metal bikini. The woman began to sing in a language Padmé had never before heard. But it seemed that every beautiful note from the blue-haired singer spoke directly to Padmé's soul of both sorrow and loss. It was a ****'s lament...but there was hope in her voice. Padmé was in awe that such incredible talent could be found in a place such as this.
Diva Shaliqua." Bib Fortuna explained as he gestured to the singer, who was now captivating the room. Especially Jabba, who was slavering at the singer.

"She's a Theelin I think," Rabé whispered into Padmé's ear. "Or maybe half-Theelin. Look at her feet."

Rabé was right, the woman's feet betrayed some alien heritage. But a Theelin HERE? Padmé could hardly believe one of the most talented creatures in existence, and possibly one of the last of her kind, was a **** to Jabba the Hutt.

As the singer moved across the center of the room, her voice was so beautiful and pure that it nearly moved Padmé to tears. It seemed so wrong that this amazing talent was being **** to perform here, **** to wear such an uncomfortable and revealing metal bikini, attire that only a Hutt could have designed.

"YUKA!" Jabba ordered in Huttese. A series of magnetic clasps attached to wires in the ceiling were suddenly lowered above the Diva. As she continued her performance the magnets clasped to her metal attire and her metal leg-bands. Suddenly the Diva was lifted into the air as she continued to sing, hitting a higher note than ever before. The assembled criminals all cheered at the display, which seemed to Padmé more fitting for a cultured opera house on Coruscant or Naboo, than this awful place. Padmé looked to the back of the room and saw the 8D8 droid from the basement dutifully cranking and moving the wires that suspended the Diva over the crowd, giving them the illusion that the blue-haired beauty was floating over their heads, carried along by the sound of her voice alone.

"What's this?" Qui-Gon asked, joining the group late. Shmi stood behind him. Worried that she had overstayed her welcome, but drawn to the sound of the Diva's voice nonetheless.

"A performance for Jabba's guests." Padmé said absently as she watched the Diva pass them overhead.

"KONG!" Jabba suddenly bellowed in Huttese. The 8D8 droid nodded and altered the Diva's trajectory. With the precision only a droid could possess, the 8D8 had the leg wires pull the Diva's thighs apart, while suddenly sending her directly towards the slobbering mouth of Jabba the Hutt.

The Diva began to scream in protest of the violation she could see coming. The assembled court all began cheering on Jabba, as his tongue slid out in anticipation of his new meal.

"DOGA!" Jabba instructed in Huttese. The Diva struggled again in protest as the wires suspending her in mid-air brought her ever closer to the Hutt. "DOGA."

At Jabba's instruction, the Diva began to sing again. Her voice now had a strange, forlorn edge to it as she suddenly came within Jabba's reach. Pulling her body to his mouth, the Hutt's powerful arms tore away the metal bikini bottoms and threw them to the ground with a clang.

Jabba extended his massive tongue to the Diva's ass-crack and slowly licked his way forward, enveloping her entire ass and pussy with one stroke of his massive tongue. As the Diva tried to continue singing as Jabba had ordered, she found herself struggling to control her voice. Jabba lapped and licked and sucked on the ass and pussy of the blue-haired singer as he got his taste of her and began to enjoy it. The Diva moaned in wanton pleasure as the massive Hutt tongue worked its way up into her pussy and the tip parted her outer lips like a lover's cock. "DOGA!" Jabba half mumbled as he continued to lap at her nether region.

The Diva resumed her singing as Jabba devoured her womanhood. Her voice was still beautiful, but now it began to take on the huskiness of a woman in orgasmic bliss. As the once clear voice became tainted and impure, it would crack every now and then as Jabba controlled her body with his well practiced, pussy-eating tongue.

"Oh my gods." Shmi whispered, covering her mouth with her hands.

"It's unthinkable!" Sio Bibble stammered, feeling light-headed at the lurid display in front of him.

The Diva sang her new song...the song of Jabba the Hutt. It was sleazy now. It was controlled by Jabba's tongue, as he played with her pussy, and thereby controlled her voice. To Padmé, it almost looked like the Hutt had turned the woman into his own private musical instrument. Her song became more lustful, more in tune with what was happening to her body with each slime-coated lick of Jabba's massive tongue.

"He's tainting her," Padmé said almost to herself. "He's making her song his own..."

"It's outrageous!" Sio Bibble exclaimed. Sabé and Rabé had to support the older man by the arms and began leading him back to his quarters, as he was clearly getting light-headed from the spectacle.

The 'song of Jabba' was coming from the Diva more insistantly now. It was building towards a crescendo, just as his instrument of pleasure, Diva Shaliqua was building towards hers. Her voice echoed through the chamber as it suddenly became a shrieking falsetto. One pure note of pleasure and ecstasy, that Padmé would forever remember as the sound of a woman cuming. And as the Diva slumped her body down on top of Jabba's fat slime-covered head, she at last fell silent. And the crowd of Jabba's palace erupted into a frenzy of applause and cheers.

The Diva was slowly carried away by the wires, half dazed. And Jabba extended his arms to the sides, soaking up the praise of his fellow perverts.

"WONKI JABBA!" He bellowed triumphantly to the assembled patrons.

Padmé turned and left in disgust, following her delegation back to their quarters.