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Ann didn’t dare say a word. She held her breath. Faye noticed where she was looking and clapped a hand over her mouth to avoid giving the game away. For a moment, time seemed to freeze as Yukari, Rise, and Chel emerged from the kitchen, hidden from Jabba’s own men by his sheer bulk.
Their footsteps and the hiss of the automatic door to the kitchens was hidden too by the noise in the throne room, the screams and hoots of triumph from Jabba’s men, as well as the crackling of flame flaring from the side hallway where the thermal detonator had exploded.
Then the silence was cut throat as Yukari screamed, “EAT SHIT, SLUG!” And she and Rise opened fire, the roar of their twin blasters echoing, thundering, through the throne room.
Jabba gave a garbled bellow of rage, twisting about as much as he could toward the sound of blasters firing behind his corpulent mass. Distracted, he lost his controlling grip on Faye and Ann’s chains. Faye seized the twin chains and with a firm yank, managed to wrestle them free of Jabba’s fat fingers, shuddering in disgust his slimy, sausage-like fingers brushed against her own hands. Jabba bellowed in rage, trying to re-establishing his controlling grip on his unruly slaves but Faye bashed his hand with the chains and he howled, pulling backward.
The blasters struck his personal energy shield and bounced off it, repeated shots ricocheting off the shield. Chel called over the blaster fire, screaming to Faye and Ann, “The controls, the controls-!” Ann grabbed her own chain, leaping across the dais, her skimpy outfit flaring and bouncing around the buxom blonde. She swung her chain into Jabba’s armrest controls and the controls exploded in a spray of sparks, destroying them with repeated, savage bashes from Ann. Jabba squealed in horror as his personal energy shield flickered then died, leaving him vulnerable.
Ann attempted to leap off the throne, to finally escape her wretched master. But although fat and immobile, Jabba wasn’t helpless. Like a rattlesnake backed into a corner, he proved he could be a fighter too, when all was seemingly lost and he was desperate. His tongue shot out from his bulbous, warted lips like a frog’s, snaking around Ann’s head and coiling around her. Ann gave a startled “MMMMPH” as her senses were drowned in Hutt tongue and she was yanked off her feet, dragged backward and landing on the pillows of the dais, Jabba’s sleek, revolting appendage squeezing her head to keep her ensnared. Her fists beat desperately at his tongue, but only succeeded in coating her soft hands in copious amounts of slime.
“Gross!” Faye cried, flinching at Ann’s predicament. Yukari and Rise tried to shoot again, to free their friend and finally kill the seemingly helpless Jabba. But Salacious B. Crumb suddenly leaped from the rafters and jumped on Rise’s head. He grabbed a fistful of her pigtails and YANKED on them hard. Rise shrieked in pain, her head wrenched backward from the sheer force of the monkey-lizard’s yank. She stumbled around and collided with Yukari as she tried to fight the monkey lizard off. Yukari’s aim was thrown off and her shot zipped over Jabba’s shoulder, flying over the heads of numerous courtiers.
Faye tried to help Ann, swinging her chain at Jabba’s tongue. She bashed his tongue with the links, Jabba bellowing in pain. But his fat tail swung, knocking Faye’s legs out from under her. She toppled backward with a yelp, her enormous tits bouncing around as she landed in the curl of Jabba’s tail. His massive tail wrapped around her like a serpent and ruthlessly squeezed, crushing Faye in his enormous coils, harshly punishing her as she struggled for breath.
Jabba’s men ran up the stairs, a Gamorrean lunging at Yukari. Yukari fired at him but her shot was ill placed and hit the Gamorrean’s shoulder, bouncing off an armored shoulderpad. The Gamorrean tackled her and pinned her to the floor beneath his hulking body. Chel lunged forward and grabbed the nearest weapon, the roast spit behind Jabba’s throne. Wielding it like a spear, she lunged for the Gamorrean but another smuggler raised his blaster and fired a stun shot. Chel was hit in the belly and she toppled forward, rolling unconscious down the stairs past Yukari as Yukari desperately tried to overcome the Gamorrean but she was pinned fast.
Rise grabbed at Salacious, trying to fight him off, managing to seize the little pest. She wrenched him free, Salacious coming away with locks of her hair, and threw him to the floor, kicking at him as Salacious fled, the monkey lizard cackling as he darted off. She sputtered and saw Yukari was pinned beneath the Gamorrean, Chel was unconscious, Jabba was holding Ann and Faye in his grip even as they struggled to get free. It was up to her. Rise trembled as she raised her blaster, one finger stroking the barrel. The guards ran up at her but they would be too late. Everything rested on her. Even if they couldn’t escaped, she could at least take vengeance on Jabba, the monster who had debased her and the others.
“DIE!” She cried. But before she could fire, Jabba make a retching noise and fired a glob of slime from his throat. It hit Rise in the face, blinding her and she stumbled backward, hitting the wall. Her shot went wild, hitting the ceiling and exploding, before she was dogpiled by several guards.
Fuming with rage, Jabba threw Ann and Faye into the arms of his guards, other guards unhooking their chains from his throne. The guards yanked up all the girls, forcing them to their feet before the Hutt, Jabba fuming with rage as he glared down at all of them. He was seething with anger, recognizing just how close he had come to death, to be being assassinated by his own, lowly slavegirls. Mere concubines had organized this rebellion and nearly KILLED him. It was unheard of!
“Take THEM to the dungeons!” Jabba thundered, too enraged to think properly but wanting to think of a proper punishment for this outrage. All five girls were dragged struggling, kicking, and cursing out of the room, Ann, Yukari, Rise, Chel, and Faye manhandled, shoved, and groped by the guards as they were pushed down a hallway, their screams echoing in the darkness as they disappeared from sight, joining Gwen and Shego in the dungeons below to await punishment from their master…
An hour later…
Jabba was fuming on his throne, examining his bruised fingers where Faye had struck him. His guards were busy putting out the fire in his hallway, spraying it with foam and hurling buckets of water over the flames. An astromech droid was tending to the damaged armrest controls, sparks sputtering beside Jabba’s bloated body as the droid did its best to fix the damage done by Ann. Jabba’s minions gave him a wide berth, knowing he was enraged beyond measure and knowing they could easily end up on his shit list if they dared to provoke him.
Bib Fortuna stumbled into the room, a medical clasp around his missing hand, his sleeve covered with bloodstains. He walked with a certain elegance, despite all the humiliations he had suffered in the past few hours. The Twi’Lek stood before Jabba and bowed to his master, rising up with as much dignity as he could muster. Jabba fumed down at him and rumbled, “Where is Fett?”
“In his quarters,” Fortuna cleared his throat and drummed his fingers on the medical clasp. “He has locked the door and demanded not to be disturbed.”
Jabba sucked in a breath, knowing he had betrayed Boba Fett’s sense of honor and potentially severed their relationship entirely by sending him to the rancor pit. It had been a hasty decision and one Jabba could see was a poor move on his part. He simply grunted, knowing he could do nothing but wait to see what Fett decided to do next. “Give him whatever he wants. And leave him alone. I am sure he will see reason and continue to serve me.”
“Yes my lord,” Fortuna said, baring his teeth.
“Doctor X0-1A is dead, I’m afraid. Her lab was trashed and despite her cyborg components, she was unfortunately killed.
“Bah!” Jabba swung a fist at the closest target to vent his rage on, bashing the astromech droid, sending it toppling sideways with a wail of dismay. “How could this happen?! Such a rebellion, staged by those lowly girls! My favorite playthings almost KILLED me. Pitiful! Unheard of!”
Fortuna licked his lips. “We thought we had them under control.”
“Clearly NOT, you fool!” Jabba thrusted a fat finger at Fortuna, making the Twi’Lek cower. “They did so much damage! My operation could be in jeopardy thanks to their actions. I will devise a fitting punishment for all of them! I only need time to brood on something appropriate…”
Fortuna said nothing, waiting in silence as Jabba huffed and puffed. Jabba drummed his fingers on the hem of his dais before snarling, “The interstellar transport device. Is it still working?”
“Fortunately yes, my master…it was undamaged.”
“Good,” Jabba rumbled and clasped his hands together, a smirk coming to his features. “Power it up.”
Fortuna blinked in surprise. “...Now, master?”
Jabba’s glare could have killed Fortuna. Fortuna swallowed and rubbed his missing hands’ medical clasp before hurrying off to do as he was told. Jabba leaned back on his throne and huffed deeply. Yes, he would need time to devise an appropriate
punishment for his slaves locked in his dungeons. For now, he could use a distraction. Another world to conquer, to drain of resources, and perhaps…
Perhaps find another girl to take for his own. Now THAT would be a way to calm his anger…
The End.