Fit a restraining bolt, of course

Leia slowly opened her eyes. Even the dim light in the room stabbed at her eyes. Where was she? What happened? She remembered she was in Jabba’s palace. Then they took her. Where did they take her? Some kind of…hideous modification room!

She sat up suddenly, and pinpoints of light speckled her vision for a moment. Also, her neck ached a little. She reached back to rub it, finding to her shock a metal nub embedded in her flesh. She remembered! They were drilling into someone’s neck. Someone approached her, a humanoid. She thought he might be a doctor. He said something she didn’t understand and pushed the end of a metal cylinder into her arm. That was when she lost consciousness.

They must have installed the thing in her neck while she was out. Was it some kind of tracking device? She wiggled it just a little, finding that it was firmly embedded and not coming out without medical help. Luke was still out there, but what did this new device do to her chances for escape? Or was it simply some sort of sex toy?

As her mind cleared and her eyes adjusted, she noticed her environment for the first time. They had removed her clothing while she was out, and while that wasn’t surprising, it did make her feel embarrassed. They hadn’t done anything else to her that she could tell, which was a relief. The room was little more than a prison cell, with one important exception—the door was open! Had they really been so lax? Maybe they thought she would sleep longer. Now could be her chance!

She stood. She crept toward the door as quietly as she could. She felt the dirty stone tiles beneath her feet. As she peeked out the open door, something odd happened. Her arms and legs felt sluggish at first, as though she were moving against a fast stream. Her arms drifted behind her and stayed there as though bound. She found that she could move her legs, so long as she didn’t try to go out the door. What had they done to her??

She heard a throaty laugh just outside the door. The man stepped inside, and suddenly she was keenly aware of her nakedness. She tried to cover herself, but her arms were still held fast behind her.

“Enjoying your restraining bolt, ****?” he asked. He wore little, only a tough pair of shorts and boots. His cheekbones were each marked with a small, jagged tattoo.

“Restraining bolt? Like for droids?” she asked, puzzled.

“No,” he laughed. “Not like for droids. Much more fun. Much more…intimate. For instance, why don’t you cover those lovely breasts of yours?”

She struggled once more with her arms, blushing as she felt her breasts jiggle while his eyes were on them. “I…you did this.”

“Yes. But it does more interesting things, also. How would you like a demonstration?”