Infiltrating The Palace - Sex Stories

Infiltrating The Palace

... and they hoped that forging a link with the Mighty Jabba would be the stepping stone needed to make a name for themselves. As you can see, I've brought a sample of their stock, an offering I believe reflects the quality of the girls they are ready to ship out to prospective buyers. I present to you...Arica."

"And what a fine offering she is," Jabba's mucus-smothered lips curled up at the corners, staring at Mara as though she was nothing more than cattle being sized up for the slaughterhouse. "I've owned countless human females over the course of my lifetime, but never one which such a fiery head of hair. Tell me, does she speak the Glorious Tongue? Or will she need breaking in?"

"I was trained to speak and understand Huttese, Lord Jabba," Mara uttered in the language of the Hutts, much to the relief of the distressed protocol droid. She left Giretti's side and stepped up to the empty space just in front of the dais, throwing herself to her hands and knees reverently, offering Jabba a sultry grin. "I was taught to serve a Hutt master, and nothing will please me more than to wear the collar of the Exalted Jabba Desilijic Tiure. If you'll have me?"

"Ho-Ho-Ho, already as obedient as a pet Womprat. I've thoroughly enjoyed the holo-vids Giretti here sent ahead of our meeting, you'd make a fine addition to my collection, my pretty, but I require more than just a beautiful face," Jabba shifted his bulk and lowered his head, giving the emerald-skinned Twi'lek a nudge. ...

... "Oola, why don't you put Arica here to the test? I wish to determine whether she's suited for my harem, or destined for the brothels in Mos Espa."

Mara was surprised to pick up on a flicker of resistance from the Twi'lek, watching as the girl who appeared fresh from Ryloth made no attempt to leave her master's side. But Oola's defiance only seemed to amuse the Hutt, who took great delight in yanking the chain linked to her decorative collar, forcing her to face him.

"My apologies, Arica, this one still has some fight left in her. She's still needs to learn her place," Jabba swept his pudgy fingers across Oola's check, stroking her soft lekku. "Maybe she'll be more appreciative of my tenderness if I throw her to the wolves? My guests do enjoy staring at her, perhaps it's time to let them act out their greatest desires with her."

The dark laughter that erupted from the crowd elicited a fear in Oola that shattered her resistance, worsened by the grotesque jeers that were sent her way. She slid away from Jabba and rose to her feet, but the Hutt's impatience got the better of him, giving Oola a shove that sent her flying off the the dais and stumbling towards the prostrating redhead. A snap of the chain stopped Oola from moving too far away, placing her side by side with Mara.

"Now, why don't you show us what you can do, Arica?" Jabba asked, though Mara knew it was foolish to assume that she had the option to turn him down. "And I must warn you, Oola here is a trained ...