From the wide archway Lyn watched in surprise as a floating dais hovered down the inverted stair case. The metal dais, molded in much the same way as her master’s, hovered a few feet from the ground and seemed to strain under the weight it was carrying.
Laid across the flat top was a truly massive hutt, almost rivaling Jabba himself in size. In fact Lyn had trouble telling this newcomer apart from her master, the only truly distinctive features differentiating the two hutts being Jabba’s darker skin and the light scars that crossed over the strangers face.
They even seemed to have similar taste. Surrounding the large slug on his mobile throne were three lovely women, all in similar states of undress with black slave collars tight around their slender necks. The slaves that shared the hutt’s dais were all human, their young bodies draped in small scraps of cloth and veil, lovely decorations for their masters floating seat.
One slave’s hair was a deep glossy black, her skin an exotic mocha coloring. Two transparent skirts draped over her tits and waist, the piercing on her clit and nipples glimmering beneath the scant clothing. Her painted eyes were closed as she stood behind her master gently rubbing his flabby shoulders in a sensual massage.
The other two had brilliant, almost platinum blond hair, and looked similar enough to be sisters. One wore her hair in a pony-tail while the other’s cascaded loosely down her shoulders, both wearing a matching pink nightgown with a hem that barely reached past their waist. Two thin straps that looked as if they would slip from their shoulders at any moment kept the costume up, the cool silk clinging to their hard nipples. They both sat against their master’s belly, the hut runny his pudgy fingers through their soft golden hair.
“Ah Kalu, my beloved cousin, welcome once again to my humble palace” Jabba boomed opening his arms in welcome.
Kalu, the other hutt, momentarily moved his hands from around his lovely slaves to open his arms in return. “It has been far too long Jabba.” He said with a deep laugh “The many luxuries of your home have been sorely missed.”
Kalu’s mobile dais finally came to a stop over the grate in the middle of the room, the low humming of the hovering slab filling the room as it slowly lowered to the ground. His fat fingers moving deftly over the controls on his armrest, the device powering down with one last whine before quieting.
Now level with Jabba’s throne, Kalu eye’s shifted over the room quickly finding their way to where Lyn sat nestled close to her master’s belly. Lyn felt herself shiver under his hungry reptilian gaze.
“Hmmm…” The massive creature mused as he stared over the lewd display of white skin the twi’leks costume left bare. “When I talked to you last cousin a green wench wore your collar. Are you so careless with your toys that you already broke your last one?” He continued to stare wantoningly over Lyn, drool hanging from the corner of his mouth.
Jabba rumbled with amusement his stomach sending tremors through Lyn’s body. “My last pet was disobedient so I traded her for one that is more…appreciative of her position.” With that Kalu saw Jabba’s tail slide between the twi’leks sepsilk leggings, her face flushing and her thighs trembling as she shifted on the throne.
Kalu watched her writhe intently, his grip tightening on the blonde hair of his two slaves, causing the two lovely girls to whimper in pain.
“What about you Kalu.” Jabba said, his now glistening tail sliding back across the dais. “I don’t remember ever seeing these golden haired beauties with you before.”
Kalu smiled as he listened the white twi’leks mewles of disappointment as she was deprived of her master’s tail , but refocused on his conversation with his cousin. “Yes I only procured them a few weeks ago. They’re the daughters of a business rival on Coruscant.” He said, his hands slowly moved down across their shoulders, his fat fingers playing with the straps that barely kept the costumes from falling from their gorgeous bodies.
“Their daddy couldn’t keep off my turf so I had to take his girls as an insurance policy. Make sure he understood what would happen if he decided to cross me”
Lyn, still coming down from the all too brief thrill of having Jabba’s tail between her legs, looked over at the slave’s across from her. Even if they had only been slaves for a short time they already seemed broken, with a sad, submissiveness in their young features.
They cringed at their master’s touch but did not pull away. Lyn remembered Oola being very similar after a week as their master’s favorite, pouting prettily at the end of her leash until Jabba called for her to service him.
“When I saw how beautiful they were I decided it would be a waste to have them sitting in one my cells.” Kalu continued, leering down over them. “I’ve taken a personal interest in making sure all of their needs are satisfied while under my care.”
As he said the word “needs” the hutt’s tongue moved suggestively from his mouth and both girls shivered against their master. Lyn new exactly which needs he spoke of and wondered if these girls felt the same shameful pleasure with their owner as she did with hers.
They might look sad and disgusted now but how would they look with a hutt tail deep within them?
“But you girls enjoy serving your new Daddy” Kalu said with a cruel laugh, drool sliding down his chin as he tugged roughly at their hair “He takes good care of you doesn’t he?”
The blonde with her hair in a ponytail looked up towards her master “Y-yes Daddy, you take such good care of us…” She said with fear in her voice.
“You make us feel so good Daddy. Please keep us forever.” The girl’s sister practically sobbed beside her.
The whole thing sounded rehearsed to Lyn but she still felt a mingling sense of disgust. It made her suddenly feel uneasily conscious of how others might view her when they saw her obediently fulfilling Jabba’s often degrading orders.
But Jabba and Kalu seemed pleased with their pets’ performances and both hutt’s broke into deep booming laughter that reverberated throughout the room.
As their merriment died Jabba wiped the slobber from his chin and waved his hand toward. “Come let us retire to a more private setting so we can discuss business.” He said. “I’m sure you did not travel all the way to my backwater planet to simply discuss new slaves.
Kalu nodded companionably and tapped one of the buttons on his armrest, causing the throne to once again lift his massive body. Jabba did the same with his own dais and slowly the hutts and their slaves floated towards one of the larger doors in the back the throne room.
Jabba’s dais led the way and Lyn took the chance to look up towards her master. He glanced down at her and smiled, reaching down to stroke her lekku with this slimy hand. Lyn purred at his touch knowing now that she had done well. She nestled deeper into hutt’s rotund belly, curious to where her master would take his guest next.
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