Leia's fate

Morning broke over Jabba's palace as all inside slept. In the audience chamber of the great Hutt Jabba slept along with a handful of party goers that had passed out in their seats the night before. And of course his pleasure , Leia. Still dressed in the golden outfit she had been to don 6 months earlier, still wearing a collar tightly around her slender neck with a leash tight in Jabba's hand. Sprawled out in front of her master in a pose that oozed sex appeal the young awoke before her master, as she usually did. Sitting upright in a regal pose Leia scanned the room before her. Most were asleep. Those that were awake stared at her with passion in their eyes. They wanted her and Leia knew, as disturbing as it was, they all saw her as a prize to been lusted over.

As she lay there taking in the thoughts of the night before. How she had danced for Jabba and his men after being to have some spice. How she and one of the other girls had passionately kissed, not because Jabba had commanded it but because they both did. How she had begged Jabba to let her spend some time alone with the girl only for Jabba to lick her body from head to toe while saying she could only ever be with him. How truly degrading and pathetic she had become since her slavery started.

Lost in her own shameful thoughts Leia didn't notice the commotion outside. Someone was coming to the throne room and not too subtly. They were clearly having words with the guards that seemed to be growing more violent until the Gamorreans guard finally fell through the entrance hall. They were dead!