Oola, a green member of the twi'lek species, was Jabba the Hutt favorite dancing slave girl just before the arrival of Princess Leia and her allies. Like Leia, she was leashed to Jabba's throne by a collar around her neck and forced to wear skimpy attire for her master's pleasure. Oola was the best dancer in Jabba's harem until after one performance Jabba wanted more than dance, and attempted to pull her back to him. She refused and for her disobedience she was dropped into the rancor pit to be devoured.
Before her unfortunate time as a slave in Jabba's palace, Oola was the daughter of a chieftain of one of the smaller clans on Ryloth. On the outskirts of civilization, the village and was very poor and a constant to target for slavers who came to kidnap the highly sought after twi'lek females. While her fathers position allowed her some protection from the slavers, she was not much wealthier than the other members of the village and often felt jealous of the pampered women of the Ryloth upper class. Oola dreamt of one day attracting a handsome male noble who would sweep her off her feet, taking her to his palace and doubting upon her with gifts and finery. This dream seemed impossible but she naively held onto it, even as she grew older, placing all her passion into dancing with which she hoped would one day catch the attention of some aristocrat passing through.
Arrival of Bib FortunaEdit
Oola's long awaited chance to escape her impoverished village finally came in the form of Bib Fortuna, the Majordomo to the powerful being known as Jabba the Hutt. Acting as a diplomat to the village under the false pretense that his master was interested in assisting the clan financially, Fortuna was treated like a king while he secretly studied the women, looking for a suitable slave that he could bring to Jabba as a gift.
That night, during a celebration in Fortuna's honor, Oola performed for him, a sensual ballet known as the "fertility dance" meant to show a females interest in another male. Fortuna did not know the meaning of her movements but was enticed by her grace and beauty as well as her obvious effort to please him. He knew she would make the perfect gift to present to his master.
Convincing Oola's father that if he brought Oola to Jabba that he could convince the hutt to help elevate the clans statre in the Ryloth hierarchy, the chieftain readily agreed to give up his daughter. Feeding on her fantasies of a nobility, her father and Fortuna told her she was going to live of luxury, serving a kind and handsome master. Overwhelmed that her dreams wer. .o coming, true she allowed herself to be taken by Fortuna forever leaving her home behind for what she believed would be a better life. She would never see her family again and her clan would never recieve the aid Fortuna promised.
Before presenting his "gift" to his master, Fortuna wanted to make sure Oola was properly trained and would be able to serve adequately in her new life as a pleasure slave to the hutt. So before taking her to Jabba's palace on Tatooine he first brought her to his secret penthouse on Ryloth, where he planned to teach Oola how best to amuse and satisfy her new master.
For several months Oola remained in Fortuna's penthouse, taught by some of the best dancers and servants on Ryloth. The dances she was taught were far more vulgar than the ceremonial ballets she had once performed, their moves intended to expose parts of her body as well as suggest the act of sexual intercourse. She was also required to learn how to dance on the end of a leash as well as how to strip off various costumes in different and erotic ways. Despite these obviously degrading activities, Oola worked passionately believing that these skills would eventually earn her favor with her master.After a month Fortuna brought another girl to his penthouse for training, a young twi'lek named Sienn. Jealous at first that she would have competition for Jabba's attention Oola ignored her, acting cold and dismissive to the newcomer. However, after seeing how young and frightened Sienn was Oola comforted her and became something of an older sister to the impressionable girl. Oola looked after her and helped her train for several more weeks before Fortuna finally decided they were ready to meet their new master.
Arrival on TatooineEdit
While Oola and Sienn were being trained Fortuna was unable to supervise them the whole time. While he was gone tending to some of Jabba's business he left them under the care of a human named Jerris Ruddd. Rudd was a slob of a man and made many passes at the poor girls and especially enjoyed frightening Sienn. He, however, could be trusted not to go so far as to "spoil" the merchandise so when the time came to present the slaves to Jabba, Fortuna asked him to bring them to Mos Espa where he would meet them.
Taking the girls on his ship he flew them to the small Tatooine city near Jabba's palace making sure to hide them in his smuggling holds before landing. Oola had never been off world before, and stepping out onto the dessert planet she was frightened and fascinated, only making her more anxious for her meeting with her master.
Wrapping the beautiful twi'leks in robes as to not attract attention, Rudd snuck them int the city and took them to the far edge of town where they were supposed to meet Fortuna. There in a deserted alley way they waited for Bib, and after several hours Rudd became worried that his employer might not show.
Deciding to go out to look for the absent majordomo, he left Sienn and Oola in a nearby trash bin telling them not to leave the canister for any reason unless he or Fortuna returned.
Meeting with a StrangerEdit
In the trash bin, Oola tried not to think about the smell or the contents that surrounded her, instead focusing on thoughts of her new life. It was only now sinking in that she was on the same planet as the fabulous Jabba the Hutt and his legendary palace. From all Forutna had told her it would all be worth the wait.
While he and Sienn huddled close, a shadowy figure clad in Dark robes appeared at the entrance of the alleyway. Despite their hiding spot, the figure seemed to know exactly where they were and walked straight to canister where they lay.
Hearing footsteps, Oola peered over the lid hoping to see Rudd or Fortuna coming to collect them, only to see the stranger looking directly at her. Screaming in fear, she pulled Sienn and herself from the rubbish heap, ran to the opposite end of the road, and pressed herself against the the stone wall all while brandishing the small knife Rudd had given her.
The figure was obviously not afraid of the lithe twi'lek girl, but did not attack or act in any way to threaten them. Instead he stepped back telling them that he meant them no harm and that his name was Luke. While Oola and Sienn cowered fearfully in a corner, Luke calmly explained that they could trust them and that he could take them somewhere safe. Telling them they could be free.
Something in his voice made Oola want to believe but even if he would free them, did she want to be free? She had given her freedom willingly on Ryloth so that she could live a life of luxury and then spent moths training so she could be here. There was no way she was going to throw that all away.
Sienn, however, was not as entranced by the thought of Jabba and his castle as Oola was, and she moved to join Luke hoping for a second chance at freedom. Oola grabbed her and pulled hr back telling the human that they had chosen to be dancers for Jabba, the wealthiest being or a thousand worlds.
Luke warned them that Jabba's palace was not what they believed, trying to tell them that the hutt was evil. But Oola didn't listen, unwilling to beleive everything Fortuna had told them had been a lie. But before either slaves could give Luke their answers, Rudd returned with Fortuna following close behind.
Rudd immediately fired on Luke but his blaster bolt was deflected but a glowing green rod that appeared from a weapon the human held. Rudd and Fortuna fired a continuous volley but nothing it seemed could touch the stranger. Finally one of Fortuna's shots was sent back, hitting Rudd in the chest who fell back to die in the sands.
Fortuna stepped back trying to reload but with a flick of his wrist, Luke appeared to toss the pale twi'lek with his mind sending him sprawling across ground. While the majordomo was stunned Luke called out to Sienn and Oola one more time telling them to run. Twisting herself from Oola's grasp Sienn hurried to join him, the two rushing out of the dark alley. Luke stopped for a moment and looked back at Oola with a pained expression on his face, his blue eyes begging her to come with him. Slumping to the ground, torn between freedom and the promise of luxury, her eyes brimming with tears, she shook her head and the stranger named Luke, her last chance at freedom, disappeared from sight.
Entering the PalaceEdit
As Sienn and her savior escaped, Oola continued to sit at the end of the dark alley in stunned silence, until Fortuna came and roused her. Sneering angrily at her, he slapped her harshly across her face cursing her for allowing someone to take Sienn. Fortuna had never laid hand on her before and only know was Oola beginning to doubt herself and the reality she had convinced herself was true.
Impatient and knowing that they would never be able to recapture Sienn, Fortuna grabbed Oola and forced to stand gripping her arm painfully tight. "Al the goodies for Ola" he whispered in her ear "Don't worry now you'll get Jabba all to yourself." He pushed out of the alley and towards a speeder he parked close by. Throwing her unceremoniously in the back seat he started the speeder and sped away from Mos Espa and towards Jabba's Palace.
After a half an hour of driving, Oola finally caught her first glimpse as the palace rose above the dune sea. As they moved closer, Oola wondered if they had truly arrived at Jabba's home, the plain brown castle that was nothing like the shining palace she had imagined. Indeed it was massive but it seemed solemn and lacked the elegance and grandeur she had dreamed of.
Soon it loomed over them, a giant stone monolith that made Oola suddenly feel very small. Stopping in front of the metal gate Fortuna made a quick call, speaking in huttese to someone inside the palace. After a few minutes the the door lurched suddenly and began to lift slowly from the ground. Fortuna drove the speeder into the garage and parked it before yanking Oola out of the car and pushing her in front of him, silently directing her where to go.
The inside of the palace was dark and foreboding, the corridors damp and frigid causing Oola to shiver as she stepped inside. As she walked through the maze like hallways she looked for some semblance of the place of her dreams but all she found were blank walls, that made it look more like a prison than a place of pleasure.
Oola wanted to ask Fortuna what was going on, wanting him to disperse her doubts but 0t afrad to risk angering hiim again. So they continued to walk until they finally came to another door with two large pig guards carrying massive axes standing on either side. Seeing Fortuna they stepped aside allowing the Majordomo to type a code into the control panel next the door. With a beep of recognition the door unlocked and Fortuna ushered Oola into the brightly lit room.
Giving her eyes time to focus, Oola found herself in a large oval shaped room, nested with dozens of soft multi-colored cushions that lay spread across the tiled floor. Scantily clad females of many different species lounged peacefully on their beds of soft pillows while other waded in the warm waters of the pool in the center, all looking up with interest to see the new arrival.
Fortuna explained to the attentive girls the Oola was Jabba's latest "gift" and that she was to prepared to be presented to him. At the word gift the slave's eyes suddenly turned side and they seemed to stare at Oola with pity, though she could not understand why. Fortuna then left them to their task closing and locking the door behind him as several girls led Oola to the pool.
Stripping her of her plain tunic three girls gently directed her into the warm waters as other girls went to fetch something more fitting for her to wear. Oola relaxed in the water as the the slaves bathed her, believing this would be her new home, and though it wasn't as extravagant as she hoped it was a much better life than the one she had had on Ryloth.
Oola's moment of bliss did not last long because as soon as the slaves finished they hurried her from the pool not wanting to keep their master waiting. Quickly drying her with a towel, the harem girls who had been sent to fetch her attire for the night returned from their search presenting Oola with a scandalous red dress. Stepping into the dress she pulled it over her body, the tight cloth fitting forming perfectly with her body. As her make up was applied Oola looked at herself in the nearby mirror, shocked and pleased with what she she saw in the reflection.The dress was snug against her supple curves advertising ever fine point of her femininity, and ended barely half way down her thighs, showing off her long attractive legs. Two thin straps looped over her shoulder straining to hold the cloth to her buxom bust. The material was extremely low cut and showed plenty of her deep green cleavage that strained against the confining dress with each excited breath she took. The make-up one her face was heavily applied with bluish tinted blush on her cheeks that gave the appearance of embarrassment and innocence and deep red lipstick that showed experience and sensuality. Eye shadow was abundant along her eyes, her eyelashes given extension that made every look she gave sultry and sexy. Gazing at herself and turning slowly in the mirror suddenly feeling seductive and confident, certain now that Jabba would be pleased with her form.
Lastly the girls gave her gold high-heel pumps to slip on while they adjusted her headdress, placing a comfortable fur lined piece decorated with gold and beads. As one girl straitened it on her head she whispered Oola's ear "I'm so sorry." Oola turned in confusion but the girl was already scampering away as Fortuna returned to collect Oola for her introduction to Jabba.
Introduction to her MasterEdit
Fortuna reentered the room and the girls around Oola moved quickly away bowing respectfully to their master's second-in-command. Looking at Oola, Fortuna was stunned momentarily by her striking appearance and felt a pang of jealousy that she was all Jabba's. He shook the feeling off and smirked knowing that Jabba would reward him greatly for bringing him a slave of such beauty.
Telling her that she will please Jabba greatly he motioned for her to follow him and together the two left the harem. With Fortuna leading her and a pig guard named Jubnuk following close behind her, Oola felt her stomach turn with anticipation, the quiete halls of Jabba's palace echoing with the sound of revelry nearby. She quickened her step to move closer behind Fortuna knowing that they were coming close to the throne room, to where she would meet the illustrious Jabab the Hutt.
Oola and her guides soon came upon an alcove where loud music, laughter, and cheers were evident. Before they arrived Fortuna held up his arm for her to stop. "Come when I call for you" He told her before vanishing into the smoke filled den. Breathing heavily, Oola heard the music stop and Fortuna's voice though she could not understand what he was saying. Finally she heard Fortuna, the twi'lek switching from huttses to basic, "May I present to you, Mighty Jabba, the lovely and talented Oola!"
Recognizing her que, Oola took a deep breath, closed her eyes and turned the corner into the throne room. Keeping her eyes half closed, to nervous to take much notice of her surroundings, she strutted into the room, swaying her hips as she stepped lightly down the stairs. She walked deliberately slow through the path the surrounding crowd had made, keeping one hand on her hip and moving like a runway model down a strip. When she finally reached the center other room she stopped, taking a seductive pose facing what she thought was the throne that she had first glimpsed as she had entered.
Oola stood in her pose for what seemed like minutes, her eyes closed tight, waiting for the approval of her new master. Suddenly a deep booming laughter that seemed to reverberate through her entire being shook the room. Surprised she lost her poise and opened her eyes to find the source of the noise.
At first she thought what she saw was a giant pile of cushions atop a stone throne and she squinted trying to find Jabba among them. But then the pile moved and Oola's entire body went numb. Lounging on the dais, its girth almost overflowing from the lip of the slab was the most disgusting creature she had ever seen. The beast was shaped like a rotund slug a thick muscular tail draped over the far end of the throne leading back to a corpulent mid-section that bulged grotesquely. Its skin was wrinkled and fetid, a thick coat of slim covering its entire body that glistened in the dim light and almost seemed to give it a sickly glow. A bulbous head sunk against its fat belly, a wide toothless mouth stretch across it, drool continuously pouring from its maw. Orange reptilian eyes stared unnervingly at her, glinting with unfathomable intelligence and lust. Two stubby arms reached eagerly for her, and a large scum-coated tongue slid across its lips.
Oola's arms went to her mouth and she stepped back a frightened scream escaping her lips, her face a mask of terror. Her body shook and tried to turn and run but felt Fortuna's clawed hands on her back keeping her in check. Leaning over her should her grinned evilly "Oola meet the kind and handsome Jabba the Hutt." The entire court burst into laughter, the revolting creature that was Oola's master joined with them in mocking her.
Bondage to the BeastEdit
As the laughter died down, Jabba the Hutt's lascivious gaze once again found Oola's trembling form. Motioning with one flabby arm he belched words in huttsese "Ama walta muna Oola" His voice rumbling deeply. Oola had been taught very little huttsese during her training but she knew the hutt was calling to her, ordering her to come to him.
She felt a sensation of fear and disgust at the thought of being near the monster, not sure what he wanted from her. Oola shook her head pleading in twi'lek for the denizens to allow her to leave, struggling in Fortuna's grasp. This was not what she had wanted and now all she wished was to leave this place, to be free again.
But Fortuna held her tight while Jubnuk, the pig guard that had lead her here, along with another guard, came from behind each taking one of her small arm and leading her forwards. Twisting futilely between them, Oola's cries became more frantic looking behind her to beg Fortuna to stop them. But the devious twi'lek only stood laughing as she was dragged toward Jabba, and only then did Oola realize how foolish she had been in trusting him.
Roughly the guards pushed her onto the unoccupied space on the throne, where Jabba waited hungrily for his prize. unable to keep her balance Oola fell forward onto Jabba's slimy girth squishing disgustingly against his blubbery skin. Oola felt the slime soak through her thin clothing, the cloth sticking to her skin. Sickened Oola quickly moved to push herself away but felt something powerful and strong hook around her waist pulling her close. She looked up to find herself face to face with her master, Jabba's evil eyes staring down at her, carefully inspection his his new slave.
Jabba was indeed pleased with what he saw, enjoying the feeling of her feminine form against his mass. She was beautiful and he could see some resistance in her, something he would enjoy breaking her of. He had not had a slave by his side since he "retired" his last pet several weeks ago, but now it seemed he had found a suitable replacement. His mouth curled in a lecherous grin, drool running down his chin as he thought of his plans for his new slave.
Oola tried to look away, but Jabba reached out cupping her chin and forced her to gaze into her eyes. "So lovely." The hutt rumbled, stroking Oola's cheek as the slave girl trembled in his grasp. " you will look fine wearing my leash."
Oola did not understand what he meant but had little time to contemplate it, as Jabba's fat dripping tongue exteneded from his wide mouth, swiping over her luscious lips. Oola cried in surprise, but was was quickly silences as the tip plunged into her yielding mouth, muffling her screams of protest. Jabba enjoyed his dominance over the lovely twi'lek he held, her soft moans only urging him to continue his assault. He did this with all the girls he procurred, to show them how weak and helpless they were against his demands and if even if they refused to be willing that he could easily take from the what he wanted.
Finally Jabba retracted his slimy appendage from Oola's dripping mouth, gasping and coughing as she tried to get as much of the residue from her mouth as she could. Tears streamed freely down her face but she no longer struggled against her master allowing him to hold her close against him realizing her hopeless situation.
Jabba chuckled feeling Oola submit to his control, only giving small whimpers of discomfort as his fetid hands roamed over her, feeling her through her dress. He continued to relish her until Fortuna drew near looking for the approval. Jabba saw him come close and congratulated him on finding such an excellent gift. Fortuna agreed, enjoying Jabba's praise knowing that he would be rewarded. Still when Oola turned to look at him, her eyes still blurry with tears, looking at him with sadness and betrayal even he felt guilty for a moment.
Fortuna decided to bring Jabba's the second part of his gift an suggested that perhaps the hutt would like to sse his twi'lek in more "appropraite" attire for a slave.
Oola saw Jabba nod excitedly and was surprised when the hutt released her, allowing her to step of the edge of his throne. She did move far as the Fortuna wrapped his his clawed fingers around her arm and moved her back into the center of the room. In a stunned silenced, slime still dribbling from her lips and down her front, Oola followed still hoping that this was all just a perverse nightare.
Over the metal great, Fortuna stoped and called for Yarna. From the crowd a large woman with six breasts and wrinkled skin, materialized bringing with her a neatly folded pile of clothing, carrying it gently where Oola and Fortuna stood.
Handing it to Fortuna, the woman Yarna than moved in front of Oola smiling wickedly as she past. Fortuna began to unfold the clothing, holding it from the top and allowing it to unravel in front of Oola's figure, gving Jabba a good look at the costume and how it well it would accentuate the beauty of his new slave.
Watching the material fall in front of her, Oola could not help but gasp. The cotume Fortuna was proposing was little more than a scant net covering the many holes in the mesh making it practically transparent. She had seen such clothing before on her only trip into one of the numerous underground cities of Ryloth with her father. There they had passed through the lower district of the city and despite her fathers warnings she had watched the slums go by through the speeders window. Outside the cockpit she had seen numerous twi'lek girls in the same cheap netting, leaving them practically naked. The sad eyed girls were chained to the walls, signs hanging from their necks displaying their costs to the various customers that passed by.
Oola had felt pity for those girls once, believing that world was so far away from hers. But with the costume now displayed before her, she realized what her purpose in this palace would be. She saw Jabba's hungry stare through the netting and lost all composure, breaking down crying, giving choking gasps of despair as watery streaks ran freely down her face.
Jabba, however was quite pleased with Fortuna's selection. "Very good, Bib, but I would like to see how it looks on my pet before I make my final decision." His majordomo nodded in agreement motioning to Yarna and handing the netting to her.
Yarna then moved to Oola who had fallen to her knees, her hands over her face shaking her head in anguish. Yarna was disgusted by her lack of appreciation for her situation. So yong and only having just een presented to the master and she would already receive the privileged and pleasure of being his favorite. Yarna did not understand why the hutt would chose this skinny creature with only two if admittedly shapely breasts, while she had for years vied for his attention. And here she was bemoaning th Master's gift? Yarna would enjoy teaching her a lesson in appreciation when the time came, as she knew it would.Her tear streaked face still buried in her hands, Oola felt someone nudge her shoulder and a raspy voice telling her to stop crying. She ignored not wanting to face the reality she had naively brought on herself. The voice came again more commanding, anger obvious in the tone, but Oola refused to hear it.
Suddenly her left lekku was yanked painfully up, Oola crieing out as she was forced to stand, coming face to face with the wart covered harem mistress. "You will appreciate what your master gives you." Yarna seethed pushing the netting into Oola's hands. Once she took it the oldwoman finally released her vice-like grip on her sensistive lekku. "Now put it on."
Oola looked around at the crowd of perveted creatures who stared, drooling over her, trying to find a place where she could change in private. Not finding any she looked back at the impatient snarl of Yarna. "Where am I supposed to..." She asked blushing slightly. Yarna just laughed "Right where your standing."Jabba and the rest of the crowd joined in laughing,and Oola trembled in revolution at the thought of these creatures gazing over her nude body. When she did immediatly comply Yarna looked to Jabba who nodded with an amused grin on his wide face. The harem keeper foreward and before OOla could back away swung her thick arm, the back of her hand catching Oola hard across her face.
Stumbling back, Oola hand went to her throbbing cheek fresh tears trickling from her eyes, her eyes as wide and frightened as an infant feeling pain for the first time. Yarna cocked her hand back again more as a warning and more frightened and hurt then ashamed, Oola began to undress.
"Make it slow." Jabba called to her and Oola gave one look at Yarna who still stood close by ready to punish any disobedience. Reluctantly she slipped the thin straps of her dress from her shoulders, and began to slowly and teasingly pull her dress down. Inch by by inch more of her gorgeous body was exposed and Oola blushed deeply at the hoots and whistles from the crowd, crude comments coming from every corner of the room. She bent forward wiggling her hips as it slid down her thighs,
Jabba was drooling at the show, his eyes wide as he leaned closer to get a better look. She was certainly a fine specimen and he knew he would enjoy her for a long time.
Her clothes and dignity now stripped away, Yarna took Oola's costume and forced it over her head the netting falling over her figure. She then took the leather bands and began pulling them painfully tight around her ankles, legs, and thigh. When she finished it now no longer hung loosely around her and fit well with contours and shape of her body. As she worked, Oola tried desperately to move the mesh to cover herself as much as possible, moving it over her breasts and tugging at the bottom piece, but it did very little.
Yarna then gave her a leather thong and Oola quickly put it on. Even as she did she had to remove her hands and was met with a fresh wave of teasing that made her skin burn. As the finally piece of her costume Yarna removed her glamorous headdress and put on the shoddy-looking leather piece. Immediately as she felt it touch the skin of her lekku she grimace, the rough texture uncomfortable against her sensitive head-tails. The cones fit of her her hears extremely tightly and as they were fitted Oola gasped in pain, the sounds of the palace dieing down as they muffled her hearing. The pain did not die down over several moments and the horrible things began to make her ears throb. This was more a torture device than a casual decoration and she soon began to dread the days ahead she would have to wear it. The costume was complete, or so she thought. Suddenly from behind her she felt something cold and metallic began to move around her neck and before she could scream or jump, it snapped around her throat. She pun around to find Fortuna fitting a collar to her neck, the band locking as it closed. She was surprised at first until she saw Fortuna walking back to his place by Jabba carrying a long leash that connected to her new collar. Fear filled as she realized what was happening, the hutts major-domo leaning over to latch the end of the chain to something on Jabba's throne. Fortuna handed the leash to Jabba and the hutt gripped it in both fat hands as he turned to once again stare at Oola in her semi-nude appearance. She felt the metal dig into her neck and saw the beast beckon her to come close. Her body went numb again and her face twisted in despair. Not only would she never leave this palace again but now she could never leave Jabba's side.
Oola's FateEditLater that day, Oola was able to speak briefly with C-3PO, who told her that Luke was indeed going to return to rescue them, and her hope was renewed. Her spirits high for the first time since her imprisonment, Oola performed the best dance of her life, which unfortunately would also be her last.
While dancing for her master, the graceful moves of her supple green body caught the Hutt's lust-filled gaze, and Jabba attempted to pull her close by tugging on the leash around her neck. Oola refused her master's advances, knowing all too well what would happen if she complied. In a fit of defiance, Oola pulled against the leash, shouting at the hutt in an attempt to defend herself. Amused by the slave's sudden spirit, Jabba pointed and mocked the slave's efforts, slowly inching her by force towards the seat of his throne. Unmoved by the hutt's words and gestures, Oola continued shaking her head and refusing to budge, moving up and down to make it harder for Jabba to pull. The crowd of onlookers jeered and mocked the slave's efforts, hurling insults and laughs at the unfortunate dancer. After many days of defiance and constant refusal of Jabba's advances, the hutt's patience was finished despite his attraction to Oola's lithe form and limber, beautiful body. In one more attempt to get the slave to fall in line, Jabba yanked the chain with a mighty pull. Oola had endured enough of the hutt's fury to know what he had planned for her, and had seen it done far too often to Jabba's other dancing girls. She held her ground, trying to keep away, causing her breasts to fall out of her costume in humiliating fashion while the onlooker's snickered. Oola felt her feet slide over the edge of the trapdoor through the bottom of her cheap leather sandals, but thought little of it, convinced that the hutt would rather punish her instead of kill her. Jabba continued to pull, but still she rebuked him, yelling "no, no, never" in Huttese. Angered by the humiliating display of the slave's defiance, the hutt had finally reached his breaking point. Activating the trap door in front of his dias, Jabba watched the twi'lek suddenly lose balance. The floor beneath Oola shuddered and she staggered backwards, toes curling against the flat of her sandal. Suddenly, the floor beneath her dropped, sending her flailing into the depths below with a gasp and high pitched scream. The flimsy netting of her costume did little to protect her as she sailed down a stone slide, a metal grate blocking the end of the chute. As she approached, the metal grate opened, spitting the twi'lek out of the stone slide and onto the sandy floor of a bone-laden pit that smelled heavily of rotten meat and sweat.As Oola landed, she tried to keep herself on her feet, but smacked hard onto the floor and rolled helplessly into the sand. She groaned, suddenly realizing where she now found herself. Oola dusted herself off and looked above to see Jabba and his goons laughing and mocking her through the grate above. Her body trembled with fear, her hands absently stroking her wounded thighs that now throbbed with pain from her awkward landing. The onlookers pointed and laughed at her misfortune as the green dancer sucked in the gravity of her situation. The hutt's lust was far too great, she reasoned. No amount of anger would cause him to merely throw her away like all of the others. The cold air of the pit below made her tender nipples harden and portrude out from under her costume, a sight she hoped would convince Jabba that he still desired her. Most of his favorite whorish makeup had already washed off of Oola's face, but she puckered her lips together to keep the lipstick thick and radiant for her master. He still wanted her. She knew he did.
But then the large metal door in the wall behind her started to rise. Oola jumped in surprise. Turning in apprehension, Oola watched the gate ponderously screech open. Her face twisted into a mix of emotions as she heard a low growl eminate from behind the rising wall. Then Oola saw the beast slowly step out of the blackness and towards the light from the party above. Her face contorted in fear, her breathing constricted, mind recalling how the monster fed so many times before. Any thought of salvation was long gone. She screamed. The onlookers applauded as the beast charged, roaring as its thunderous steps shook the palace. Oola scrambled for any cover she could find, crawling behind rocks and clawing at the walls. She made one more crying plea for Jabba to save her, reaching a hand up to her master with loud sobs and streams of tears. But Jabba only laughed obscenely at her hopeless pleas for mercy, licking his lips at what fate awaited her.
She turned towards the rancor. By now the beast had cornered her, and with nowhere left to go, Oola pressed her back against the wall, closed her eyes, and whimpered out a prayer in her native tongue. The claws of the beast wrapped around her slender form and scratched against her body. The touch of the massive, sharp claws tore the cheap costume like a piece of paper. Normally Oola would be ashamed of revealing her spry, green-skinned body, but as far as she knew, this would be the last time anyone would ever see it. The rancor squeezed the dancer tight, pushing the air from her lungs, nearly suffocating her. Oola's feet flailed in hopes of kicking free, but all her efforts did was highlight the beauty of her shapely thighs and legs for the onlookers above, who cheered in response. The brute held her aloft for a moment, eyeing her as a morsel while the twi'lek sobbed for her goddess to help her. She could smell the putrid stench of the rancor's breath as it opened its mouth. The rancor then lifted her struggling, naked body towards its gaping maw. Oola screamed and struggled as she moved ever closer to the razor sharp teeth, her hands pulling at the tightly wrapped fingers of the beast.
Head first she plunged into the Rancor's salivating maw, its tongue curling around her, savoring the taste of the latest treat from its master, tongue sliding across her upper body with a mess of saliva. Oola's feet kicked wildly as she felt the putrid warm tongue slobber across her body, reminding her immensely of the hutt's own thick tongue. The first bite came just bellow her breasts, teeth penetrating through her chest, nearly cutting her in half. A loud cracking sound inside of the pit made the crowd above wince and hoot with approval. Abruptly, Oola's muffled screams ceased. Blood swirled through her throat and coughed out of her mouth as blood mixed with her thick lipstick and ran down her chin. She tried to breathe, but her ribcage had turned her lungs into a bloody, agonized pincushion. Regardless if she could accept it or not, the twi'lek's fate was sealed. The rancor sucked the dancer's body deeper down his throat, taking a second bite into the pelvis region. The two legs still dangling from the rancor's mouth twitched as her muscles tensed, feet flexing in a last sign of the dancer. The rancor tilted his head back and let the desecrated remains of the twi'lek's body slide down his throat, the last sign of Oola's toes vanishing as the rancor closed his mouth and sauntered back towards his sleeping area. In two delicate bites, Oola was swallowed up. The rancor belched in approval.
Although the dying screams and naked, struggling body of his favorite slave greatly aroused the obese hutt, a brief feeling or regret crept through the hutt's subconcious as he realized he was now without his personal pet. Never did Jabba let the feeling show through his jovial facade, however, his face maintaing the false, enthusiastic grin. What he did realize, however, was how hungry the rancor's performance had made him. He reached a hand into his personal snackquarium and tightly grasped a paddy frog. With one gulp, he swallowed the paddy frog and exhaled with contentment.