The DVD menu appeared as soon as the loading was complete and Jim pressed play. The film started normally with the blaring music and the title screen rolling up past the screen. More interested in seeing the changes he had made, then re-watching Return of the JEdi forth 50th time Jim skipped through the first scenes until he found what he was looking for.
Jabba's rotund face appeared, stretched across the television, his wide mouth suckling the pipe of the hookah on his dais. As he sucked the drug laced vapor into his lungs the camera zoomed out panning into the center of the throne room an giving Jim a perfect view of Jabba's throne.
Jim grinned wickedly as the he saw who know shared the stone slab with hutt, the three harem sisters laying in seductive poses aginst there master's disgusting body. They wore the revealing clothing of hutt pleasure slaves completely topless with their wonderfully shaped tits bare for the entire court to see, gold rings gleaming as they hung from their erect nipples. From their previous costume only the harem pants and veils remained, the pants now as transparent as the veil was, making practically naked through the diaphanous colored cloth. A few new additions had been made as well, most striking were the gold metal collars that hung around theirs neck each connected to a chain leash that led to Jabba's armrest.
The coloring or each harem girls clothes was the same, the slaves spread across the dais while they pleased their master in different. The girl in red, who seemed to have the prettiest features of the three, leaned against Jabba's hookah, her legs spread without modest allowing Jim to drool over her gleaming pussy clearly visible through her silk garments. When Jabba tugged her chain, she would reach and toss a grape from the plate next to her into Jabba's cavernous mouth. The sister in purple, who obviously had the best ass, sat closest to Jabba laying against the hutt’s bulbous belly. His pudgy right hand teasingly cradled her bare melon sized breasts, his fondly causing her to squirm submissively against him. Lastly the youngest, clad in pink ,sat at the far end of dais, straddling her masters tail and gently massaging it. As she rubbed the wrinkled skin the tip would often lift between her legs, pressing against the thin costume, eliciting a moan from the leashed slave.
Al three seemed forlorn and broken, obviously having become accustom to their new lives and their treatment by the crime lord and his men. If Jim remembered correctly Oola had been in Jabba's place for several months before Luke and the others arrived, meaning the harem girls must have suffered Jabba's perversions for just as long.
Jim would have liked to see how Jabba had enslaved them (perhaps the tv had some option for this) but seeing the three snooty bitches in chains was enough to get him rock hard again. Now how to care of that?
Mon Apr 04 21:45:11 2011