Leia frozen in carbonite

"A DANCE IS A MOMENT. NOT REAL ENOUGH. SPEND A WEEK FROZEN IN CARBONITE AS A NAKED STATUE."

It was less bad than Leia expected. Almost chaste. At the rate and volume the alien senators had drooled at her striptease, she had expected a lot more tongue.

"How do I know you won't double-cross me, Mr. Watto?"

"FIRST FATAL FLAW SENT."

E chu ta! Easy as dunking a nerf herding Mon Calamari! The Empire did have a Big Flying **** Planet. Leia now had proof and a way to blow it up. Still naked, she holo-forwarded the schematics to a pre-arranged holo-drop box with her rebel contacts. Mon Mothma would make good use of this.

Sleazebaggano ushered her into the grand hall entryway of the galactic senate. He had used his senatorial page privileges to bring in a four point bondage frame. Princess Senator Leia Organa walked naked and regal to the frame. Mr. Watto had honoured his side of the deal. It behooved her to honour hers.

She let Sleazebaggano Junior bind her arms and legs to the frame, nude and spread-eagle in the grand hall. There was a flash, and she was frozen.

A week passed imperceptibly. Whatever groping, fondling, and tentacle-handling her nude body endured was irrelevant in the freeze. She existed outside time.

There was another flash. Leia wasn't in the Galactic Senate anymore. She was unfrozen naked in someone's dark, dank, damp living quarters. She narrowed her eyes. Was that Senator Jar Jar?

"Meesa buys the oopsin princess from mister Watto!" Jar Jar said, shooting out his tongue obscenely. "Meesa loves the oopsin princess mammaries!"

Leia's eyes landed on a chain next to her. She grabbed it as a coiled weapon and readied her vengeful attack on the presumptuous representative from Naboo. He was coming in for an uninvited kiss. It would be his last.