Diva Shaliqua

Degradation

It didn't take long for the palace guards to come once Sabe and her friends had escaped.  Shaliqua had just tugged on her pink leggings when a human and a Gamorrean bashed in the door of her tiny room and seized her.  The young slave girl was tightly held between the two guards as they marched her through the dark corridors of Jabba's Palace.  Shaliqua felt an odd sense of detachment, she had feared a moment like this for so long she was experiencing something akin to relief now that her death was almost upon her.  The trio descended a flight of stone steps, emerging within the immense throne room of Jabba the Hutt.  

The obese crimelord was smoking angrily upon a water pipe, glaring at anyone who passed within his field of vision.  The dancers, bounty hunters, and smugglers kept to the shadows of the large chamber, leaving the harshly-lit center space deserted.

The two guards jostled Shaliqua into the near-blinding light that beamed down from the ceiling sky-light.  The face of Tatooine's primary sun stared down at the trembling slave girl, sweat broke out on Shaliqua's alabaster skin.

Jabba simply glared at Shaliqua for a long time, licking his slimy, fat lips, wheezing softly for air.  Bib Fortuna glanced from his master to the shivering girl, wondering if he should suggest a punishment or just allow Jabba to stew.

"Whip the bitch," ordered Jabba in his native tongue, flapping one pudgy hand dismissively.

The two guards smiled before they started ripping away Shaliqua's bikini top and leggings.  Bib Fortuna left Jabba's throne and supervised the arranging of manacles and chains through a set of iron rings fastened at the top of one of the throne room's arched niches.

Stripped naked, Shaliqua was led to the waiting chains, her arms were held up so Bib Fortuna could snap tight, iron manacles around her slender wrists.

Bib Fortuna leered down at the naked slave girl, he raked one hand through her thick, blue head crest, baring his fangs as he whispered in her left ear, "Perform well for our master and he may spare your miserable life, slave."

Shaliqua stared up at the major domo with wide, terrified eyes, she had been expecting a quick death, the thought of slow torture horrified her.

Jabba motioned to Bib Fortuna.  The tall, lean Twi'lek accepted a coiled, leather whip from one of the Gamorrean guards. Bib Fortuna snapped the whip across the floor several times, Shaliqua flinched every time the lash cracked behind her. Raising the whip high, Bib Fortuna slashed across Shaliqua's milky flesh from right shoulder to left hip.  Shaliqua screamed in agony, Jabba licked his lips and growled with pleasure.  Panting with excitement, Bib Fortuna flogged Shaliqua again and again.  The naked slave girl's screams faded into pain-filled moans, she hung limply from her wrist manacles, her back and buttocks covered in long, angry, red welts.  Shaliqua whimpered when Bib Fortuna snapped his whip across the back of her left thigh.  The hardened killers and smugglers of Jabba's court leered and laughed at the sight of Shaliqua hanging from her wrists, her nude body bruised and dripping with sweat.  The dancing girls looked away from Shaliqua, unable to watch one of their kind tortured for the amusement of others.

Gasping from the exertion, Bib Fortuna wiped at his pale brow and turned to face Jabba.  "Shall I flog her to death, Lord?"

Jabba mused over the idea, sucking wetly from his water pipe.  He motioned with his hand, "Bring her to me."

The guards freed Shaliqua's wrists and half-carried, half-dragged her to the enormous Hutt.  The human and Gamorrean lifted Shaliqua's limp body onto the throne dais, she collapsed upon Jabba's wide belly.

Jabba reached out with a pudgy hand and stroked Shaliqua's bright blue head crest.  Shaliqua felt Jabba's tail rub against her right leg, it slithered up to caress her bare pussy.

"You are my favorite, Shaliqua," growled Jabba softly, his hard eyes boring into the girl's.  "I broke you myself, no one else had tasted you until that little bitch Sabe arrived."

"I'm..I'm sorry, Master!" sobbed Shaliqua, her bright eyes brimming over with glittering tears.

Jabba caressed Shaliqua's soft, left cheek.  The Hutt's tail-tip slid up and down the slave girl's moist cunt, Shaliqua gasped softly as her sex began to grow warm.  Jabba's eyes glowed with lust, he extended his long, slimy tongue, sliding it across Shaliqua's warm throat, then down between her small breasts, tasting her hot, sweat-soaked flesh.  As he ran his bloated, dripping tongue over each of Shaliqua's pert tits, Jabba coiled his tail around the slave girl's tiny waist.  From the heavy folds of fat that hung from Jabba's body, a long, engorged, pink cock extended between Shaliqua's slim legs.  Shaliqua was holding onto Jabba's flabby flesh, her eyes squeezed shut while she arched her back, offering her breasts for her master's pleasure.  Jabba lowered his wedge-shaped head and drooled over Shaliqua's quivering breasts, he enfolded each pliant mound with his agile tongue, soaking them in his slimy saliva.  

The fat Hutt's cock stabbed into Shaliqua's soft pussy.  Shaliqua grimaced in pain but did not complain as Jabba rammed himself into her vagina repeatedly, the tip of his member swelling inside her belly.  Shaliqua opened her legs wide and dug them into the folds of Jabba's stomach to take some of the weight off of her sore crotch.  Shaliqua's little ass pumped like a piston, taking in the length of the Hutt's shaft, then rising, leaving the prick coated in her sticky honey.  Jabba's tongue flicked across Shaliqua's tiny, pink nipples, then he caressed the slave girl's taut belly, circling her little belly button with the tip of his tongue, drool splashing across her flushed, smooth flesh.

Eager to placate her master, Shaliqua rode Jabba's cock, letting it slide deep into her cunt, using the muscles of her vagina to squeeze and milk the fat creature's pulsing shaft.  Jabba licked the naked slave girl from crotch to throat, groaning in bliss, reveling in the taste of Shaliqua's young skin, the grasp of her pussy as it sucked his prick into her slim body.  Jabba and Shaliqua writhed together, their lustful moans filling the throne room, the other dancers kept busy satisfying the aroused on-lookers.

Jabba slipped out his long cock just before he climaxed and released his cream over Shaliqua's belly and thighs.  The slave girl grasped Jabba's shuddering member and stroked it with her gentle hands, coaxing more cum onto her small, trembling breasts.

Jabba's elongated cock retracted back into his folds of flabby flesh.  Shaliqua rested atop Jabba's belly, panting sharply, her back still throbbing with pain, her crotch burning and tender.

Bib Fortuna brushed away the kneeling dancing girl who had been sucking his stiff cock.  The Twi'lek adjusted his long robes and cleared his throat.  "What is your will, Lord?"

"Shaliqua shall be spared," declared Jabba.

The criminals within the throne room whispered loudly amongst themselves.

"She did not flee with the intruders and she has been punished for aiding them indirectly," growled the Hutt, daring anyone to argue with him.

The whispers died away, Jabba nodded in satisfaction.

"Go and rest until I summon you again," murmured Jabba, running his fat fingers through Shaliqua's silky head crest one last time.

Shaliqua nodded gratefully, slowly climbing off of Jabba and swaying as she descended gingerly from the throne dais.  Bib Fortuna helped Shaliqua into her bikini top and loose, pink leggings, she ignored the Twi'lek's lewd, caressing hands as he helped her dress.

"Do you require an escort to your room?" grinned Bib Fortuna wolfishly.

"No, Master Fortuna," stammered Shaliqua, backing away from the leering major domo.

Shaliqua stumbled out of the throne room, grateful to leave the stinking, hot press of criminals and servants.  The slave girl leaned upon one of the corridor walls and followed it to a tall, arched window that looked out over the cool, desert night. Shaliqua closed her eyes and allowed the desert wind to caress her feverish skin.  The girl's flesh felt clammy, stained with Jabba's saliva and cum.  The sticky remnants of her coupling with Jabba did not disgust Shaliqua, her performance had saved her life, she had kept her Master's favor.  

Regaining a measure of strength, Shaliqua left the window and followed the dark passageway back to her tiny room.  

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