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Who was she? She was someone important. Yes. She was Leia Organa. That was her name. She was one of the leaders of the Rebel Alliance. She could only remember her name. Her name and fleeting images, sounds, names.

Bespin.

She was on Bespin. She and her friends had come there to hide from someone. But from who? She couldn't remember who they were running from. It was something big, something terrible. Something so massive that it devoured whole star systems.

The Empire. That's what it was called. They were running from the Empire. Darth Vader was hunting them, was chasing them through an Asteroid Field. They had escaped by hiding in the garbage of an Imperial-class Star Destroyer. Then they had decided to go to Bespin. Han had an old friend there. He'd said it was safe for them.

All of them.

She had not been travelling alone. Han and Chewie had taken her and her droids away from Hoth after the Empire found the rebel base there. But there was someone missing, someone she had thought about every moment since they had parted ways.

She could not remember much of anything, but she remembered the last things they had said to one another.

“Hurry," she had said longingly. “Whatever quest you have to go on, you better make it quick! You can't miss-…"

“I won't," he assured her as his X-wing snubfighter peeled off in the opposite direction. “I wouldn't miss it for the world. But this is something I have to do. I'll find you when it's over, it shouldn't take long."

Then the X-wing had vanished and Imperial ships began chasing the Falcon. The hyperdrive had been damaged, she remembered now. Chewie had been working on it before the attack. Suppose he hadn't fixed it. That must be it.

The flight to bespin had been long and boring. She spent much of it trying to fix the broken systems on board the Falcon, but when she wasn't helping out, she was thinking of Luke.

Bespin had been the oasis they were hoping it would be. It was warm, the people were nice, and Han's friend Lando had given them everything they asked for and more. By the force, he'd been hitting on her the entire time! She'd played it up, of course. She let his hand brush her ass, allowed him to touch her belly. She had even let him fondle her ample breast before dinner that last night.

She remembered needing the contact. It wasn't Luke's hands. But she could distinctly remember wanting to throw off the clothing he had given her and fuck him on the Balcony while Han watched.

Then they had gone to dinner and the calm they had begun to feel came crashing down around them.

Darth Vader had been there waiting for them. Han had tried to shoot the dark lord, but Vader deflected each shot with his gloved hand.

The smuggler grabbed her, yanked her back toward the doorway to escape. A running lightfight carried them through the city in the clouds. She had split off in another direction after Han and Chewie finally released her. She'd hoped to draw the Imperials away from her friends.

It worked. They had captured her and taken her in for questioning. She could remember the pain wracking her entire body. She could remember hot, cold, pierces and cuts, impacts and bludgeons. And then they took her into a dark, steamy chamber.

The heat was stifling. She could barely breathe. A bounty hunter and Vader had been discussing something. What were they talking about? It was a dull memory she could barely grasp. They had forced her into the middle of a large platform and removed her manacles.

Lando called for them to wait. He stepped forward and ripped her top open to reveal her ample breast and her belly. His hands lewdly roamed her belly and fondled her bust. She wanted to spit at him but she had seen something in the palm of one of his dark hands. There was a little flashing light. What was it?

That hand disappeared into her pants and she writhed away from him with a whimper. His fingers probed her labia and slipped whatever he had been hiding into her body. She stared at him in disgust. Most of it was genuine, but a part of her knew Lando had just saved her life. She wasn't sure how she knew, but she did.

When Lando stepped away, she cradled her belly and the platform she stood on began to sink into the floor. Steam stuck her from every direction at once. She opened her mouth to scream…

Suddenly she felt the pull of gravity, felt her body falling forward. She wanted to reach out and catch herself but her muscles wouldn't respond. Panic filled her as the hot air rushed past her. Somehow, she felt her body turning so she landed safely on her side.

Little by little, she felt the feeling return to her extremities. Gloved hands gripped at her shoulders and helped her to sit up. Fear filled her as she opened her eyes and saw only darkness. Her body began to shake and shiver out of both panic and the sudden cold permeating her every pore.

The air around her was hot against her skin, but her body felt so cold. She clutched at the globe of her belly and was rewarded with a little kick. Thank the Force! The hands pulled her torn shirt closed and helped her to lean back against a rough stone wall.

“Just relax for a moment," a voice she didn't recognize said. “You're free of the carbonite."

“I can't see," she said with a shaky voice.

“You have hibernation sickness."

“Where am I?" She turned her head, trying to see something, anything. There was only darkness around her, the stone at her back, and a hard sand covered floor beneath her.

“Jabba's Palace."

Her blood would have run cold if it didn't already feel like ice. She knew the name. Jabba was the crime lord that had put a large bounty on Han's head. She could guess why she was here. The bounty hunter with Vader must have brought him as bait. Then that would mean…

She lifted her hand toward the source of the odd voice, hoping to feel a familiar face beneath her fingertips. All she felt was a leathery muzzle and metallic protrusions at the front. That wasn't what she had expected at all.

“Who are you?"

Both gloved hands left her body and she heart a short rustling.

“Someone getting quite the reward for sticking my neck out for you," a familiar voice responded smugly.

“Han!"

He gave a short, quiet laugh but she could see that smirk in her mind's eye as clearly as if her eyes hadn't been blinded.

She felt Han's hands again, one looping around her shoulders while the other cradled her belly gently to help her up. “C'mon. Let's get out of her."

“HOHOHOHO! HOHOHOHOHO!"

“What's that?" Leia asked and pressed herself tighter against Han's side.

“I know that laugh…" her rescuer said grimly.

“AT LAST I HAVE YOU!"

She heard curtains being drawn, the deafening laughter of dozens of denizens of the crime lord's hive.

“YOU HAVE NOWHERE TO RUN, SOLO."

“Wait, Jabba!" Han was calling out desperately to the hutt and turned them around. Jabba had been behind them, Leia realized. When they had rotated to a stop, she clung to Han with one hand and tried to maintain as much modesty as she could with the other.

“Leave Leia out of this! Your issue was with me! And better still, I can pay you back triple! Just let me take Leia back to the Falcon and I'll-.."

“IT'S TOO LATE FOR THAT, SOLO. YOU MAY HAVE BEEN A GOOD SMUGGLER IN THE BUSINESS, BUT NOW YOU'RE BANTHA FODDER!"

“Look," Han said, clinging to her all the more tightly. She heard weapons being drawn nearby and her heart skipped a beat.

“TAKE HIM AWAY!"

Footfalls rushed to them and several hands, large and small, tore them apart. She was pitched to the side and landed hard against the first step of what felt like a stone dais. She grunted at the impact and clutched protectively at her bulging belly.

“Wait, Jabba!" Han called. “You're throwing away a fortune here! Don't be a fool!"

“BRING HER TO ME!"

More hands hefted her to her feet and pulled her up to the dais. She felt the stink and body heat of the large crime boss assault her exposed flesh and turned her head away in disgust.

“We have powerful friends!" she warned in a desperate attempt to sound unafraid. “You're going to regret this!"

“OF THAT, I'M SURE. BUT, IN THE MEANTIME, I SHALL THUROUGHLY ENJOY THE PLEASURE OF YOUR COMPANY…" Leia gasped and tried to pull away as she felt his large, slimy tongue slide from the front of her round belly up over her breasts. Strong hands held her steady, however. “…LEIA…"

Somewhere behind Jabba, Leia heard “Oh, I can't bear to watch!" in a familiar, metallic voice. Threepio was here!?

“HAVE OUR GUEST GIVEN NEW CLOTHES," Jabba said and the people holding her tugged her away roughly. “AND A NIGHT'S REST WITH THE OTHER GIRLS. SHE HAS EARNED IT FOR BRINGING ME SOLO."

Her handlers yanked her away and she stumbled after them. As they left the cacophony of voices behind and ventured deeper into the palace, she fumbled along and stubbed her toes on many things. She was certain she didn't want to know what many of them were. Some gave startled or pained yelps when she kicked them. Others didn't budge a centimeter.

A metal door screeched open loudly ahead of them and soft, gentle murmurs filtered into her ears. She stumbled inside beside her rough guard and they came to a stop.

“Lord Jabba wants a change of clothes and a night's rest for this one," a voice said that she would swear belonged to Lando Calrissian if she didn't know better.

“Of course. We'll have her cleaned and given more appropriate attire," a woman said.

The door screeched and slammed shut, leaving her standing alone without any support or point of reference. For a few moments. Then warm, gentle hands touched her belly. She quickly wrapped her arms around her middle as much as she could protectively.

“You're rather far along, aren't you?" the woman asked. “That or you've got twins in there." The hands returned, this time to her shoulders. “Come on, let's get you cleaned up and dressed."

Again she found herself stumbling along, but this time the ground felt soft, covered in something that felt like blankets or cushions. She desperately wished she could see what was going on around her! Instead, all she heard were the soft murmurs of women's voices and an occasional moan or sigh.

“Where are we?" she asked her new, much gentler guide.

“Jabba's harem." The woman turned Leia this way and that, maneuvering her around unseen obstacles until finally sitting her down on the softest bag chair Leia had ever felt! It was even softer and yet supportive than anything she'd had on Alderaan!

“What's your name?" the woman softly asked as her hands started to gently pull Leia's tattered top off of her body. “My name is Ahsoka."

“Leia." She tried to keep her modesty, but soon relented and let the woman pull her torn top away. The warm air danced over her suddenly bare breast and belly and, coupled with the soft fur under her, she felt the stress melt away.

Not to say she wasn't worried about Han! But she knew, somehow, everything would be okay. And if she was getting new clothes, her nakedness was only temporary.

She gave a start and jumped lightly as she felt warm, moist lips touch her belly. She reached up to push Ahsoka away, but when her fingers touched warm, soft Togruta montrals (she had been expecting hair!), the woman gave a gentle moan against her taut flesh.

The vibration coursed through her body and relaxed her all the more. The Togruta trailed soft little kisses up along the globe of Leia's tummy as gentle hands worked at her trousers. When those skilled lips closed around one of the peaks of her laden breast, Leia didn't mind at all that her pants and panties were being pulled away from her body, as well as her boots!

Ahsoka suckled like a pro. Her tongue swirled around Leia's nipple and her teeth grazed over the sensitive nub again and again. She tenderly cradled the Togruta's head against her bosom and a soft moan escaped her lips.

A pair if slender fingers pressed into her pussy and Leia instinctually spread her legs wide for her tender intruder.

Those fingers immediately retreated and removed the little device Lando had left there. Leia's eyes shot open and for a moment she was shocked to find only darkness. Oh yes, she thought. Hibernation sickness. She had been so lost in the woman suckling at her breast and the fingers inside her that she'd momentarily forgotten.

“So this is how your friend found you," Ahsoka whispered. “Best not let Jabba find it."

Leia felt the harem girl's weight shift away from her and disappear quickly. Then a startling revelation struck her. How did she know that's how I got here!?

Her wonderment lasted only a moment. Soon enough those soft lips returned, this time pressed against her own in a gentle but impassioned kiss.

Leia melted into the touch and her curiosity melted away. It almost seemed unnatural how quickly she forgot about her troubles while this woman was touching her, caressing her, kissing her.

Their lips parted and another soft moan passed Leia's lips as she again felt a pair of warm fingers press into her body. She arched her back and reached down to gently touch the hand exploring her intimacy. The other reached up and pressed tightly against the woman's smooth, bare back.

Is she naked too? Leia wondered. Her hand between her legs slowly followed Ahsoka's arm up to her shoulder then down to her indeed quite bare breast. Wow, she's got braggable endowments. I'll bet she's a popular girl for Jabba. Then again, Leia realized she had no idea if Jabba enjoyed breasts as much as males in the rest of the Galaxy's species did. He must if he'd licked her from naval to breast earlier.

Good, she thought as she explored Ahsoka's toned body. I can use that to my advantage. Not that she hadn't done so in the past. To say Luke was her first would have been a dramatic understatement.

She was snapped back to the present when Ahsoka's thumb began rubbing at her clit. Her back arched almost violently and pressed her belly tightly up against the Togruta's ample bust. “By the Force, yes!" she cried out.

The slave girl gave a small laugh and kissed her again. “Does the princess want more?"

Leia groaned and nodded her head desperately. She pressed her palms to her own laden breast and squeezed firmly. “Yes. Please give me more, Ahsoka."

She felt like she should be doing more, felt like she should be touching and kissing the Togruta, but she knew she would only fumble about like a fool.

Ahsoka pulled away from her and began to move around strangely. Where was she going? Leia wanted to look around for the alien woman, but instead she sighed and waited. The woman's weight returned, pressing down on either side of Leia's head. More of the weight shifted on either side of her hips and things began to click.

Her suspicions were confirmed when those succulent lips pressed to her soft, bare flesh just above her opening and Ahsoka's warm, heavy breasts rested against the top of her belly. She gave another needy moan and wrapped her arms around the Togruta's midsection.

She experimentally lifted her head and found Ahsoka's own hairless slit only a centimeter or so above her face. Grinning, Leia traced her tongue over the soft, sweet flesh there and delved into the kind slave woman's welcoming depths. She was rewarded with a deep moan that vibrated into her pussy as the Togruta reciprocated the action and pressed her tongue deep inside of Leia's dripping folds.

Leia smiled against the moist lips above her and nibbled gently at the alien's little clit. Another moan reverberated through the alien and into her pussy, which in turn made her moan.

It was a vicious cycle. Each moan spawned another, which kept the cycle going. Ahsoka's moan turned into a squeal, however, when Leia began to gently nibble upon her little nub with a lustful vigor.

Leia didn't expect her new lover's revenge. She felt Ahsoka's lips and tongue focus on her clit, sending little bolts of electricity through her gravid form. She arched her back lightly, totally unprepared for what she could only assume was one of Ahsoka's montrals pressing deeply into her.

It only got wider and wider as more of it disappeared into Leia. She squealed loudly against Ahsoka's pussy and arched her back again when she felt the thing bottom out within her. Ahsoka was always gentle, always mindful of her belly, thank the Force. As soon as the montral pressed against Leia's cervix, her alien lover started to gently thrust the thing into her again and again. The tip only just tickled at the entrance of her decidedly occupied womb.

As if in response to the knock at the door, Leia felt her baby kick against one of the weights pressing down from above.

“Well hello to you too!" Ahsoka chuckled. Her hand reached up and pressed gently against where the baby was kick-kick-kicking away at her breast. “I remember when I had one of these."

Leia's attention piqued at that comment. “You have a baby?"

“Had," Ahsoka corrected. “I ran across a… bad group of individuals when the Empire took control of the Galaxy." She smirked and kissed Leia's clit again. “I had to persuade them not to kill me somehow. The result was one of these." Leia felt the other woman's fingers dance over the swell of her belly, each touch like the caress of the softest Alderaanian silk.

Leia didn't give the explanation a second thought. She just smiled and sucked Ahsoka's clit back into her nibbling teeth once again. As she nibbled and made her lover squirm, she pressed two fingers into the quivering slit above her. It was no montral, but she still thrust her digits into the woman in time with the appendage fucking her own pussy raw.

She felt Ahsoka suddenly pull away from her and a startled gasp assaulted her ears. Leia was about to sit up and ask what was wrong when two cold hands gripped her arm tightly. The vice like grip yanked her into a sitting position and she grit her teeth. Who was this?

“You were told to get her cleaned up and dressed, shu'ta!" a gravelly male voice snarled. “Not fuck the bitch and keep her up all night!"

The grip constricting Leia's arm slackened and the hand's claw-like digits began gliding over the tingling skin there. “But since you've already got her worked up…" The man dragged his sharp talons over her large tummy and she cringed inwardly. This had taken a turn for the worst. The man squeezed her breasts tightly and she hissed sharply. “I may as well finish what you started."

“Don't touch her!" Ahsoka snapped.

One of the hands at her bust released her and a picosecond later Leia heard the sharp smack of what she assumed was this man's palm against her temporary lover's face. Again she could only cringe.

“You're next if you don't keep your mouth shut!"

There was a pause before the togruta whispered “My apologies, master Fortuna."

Leia's captor harrumphed and grabbed her shoulders tightly. “If you demonstrate any more disobedience, I will throw you to the guards for the night! If you don't want another piglet in your belly, you'll sit over there like a good slave and keep your mouth closed!"

Before Leia could protest, the man Ahsoka had called 'Fortuna' sharply turned her. Her head swam and panic welled in her chest as the world spun around her. Sharp claws on her hips steadied her and forced her onto her hands and knees. Her belly hung heavily beneath her, straining her back uncomfortably as it brushed against the soft cushions beneath her.

“Please don't do this," Leia said. Her mind raced, trying to think of something, anything to convince this creature not to violate her vulnerable body. “I'm sure your master will be upset with both of us if you do anything to me."

The sickening laugh that oozed into her ears churned her stomach.

“Then I suggest you keep this to yourself if you know what's good for you."

Cold lips and sharp teeth assaulted her neck. She tried to pull away but one of Fortuna's claws curled around her throat and held her steady. His tongue left a trail of foul smelling slime across her shoulder and down her bare back.

Leia groaned and shuddered beneath her attacker but her body stiffened when she felt his stiff rod press into her body. He wasn't big. Not compared to the other men she'd had in her life, and he couldn't hold a glow rod to Luke's dick. But the pain was real. She was sure it was in her head, or perhaps something in the Force, as Luke was always going on about.

Whatever it was, Fortuna's cock felt like fire in her pussy. His fingers clawed into her hips like sharp needles as the slave driver forced himself into her hard and without mercy. He grunted and hissed as his hips slapped against her rump with unrelenting lust.

She could only whimper and lower her shoulders to the cushion below. As fast as a lightwhip, one of the hands on her hip lashed out and curled in her long hair. She cried out as her head was yanked back and her shoulders forced up once again.

With every shallow thrust into her pussy, Fortuna yanked her hair back a little. Her neck was straining and her throat was nearly kinked shut. It felt like an eternity and she was sure she would black out at any moment but at long last, she felt Fortuna's heat rush into her belly.

The slave driver gasped and groaned, hissing in dark pleasure as he filled Leia's canal. She felt relief for only a moment as he pulled his cock out of her. It was replaced by dread when it pressed against her tight pucker.

“No, wait!" Ahsoka called out. Leia felt sharp scratches as Fortuna's hands were yanked away from her hips. Several heavy, meaty impacts sounded behind her and she rolled onto her rump. How she wished she could see! She would strangle that slaver for hitting her only friend in this damned place!

Ahsoka whimpered and cried out. Fortuna snarled. “You will pay for your insolence! You wanted to call my bluff, well guess what sweet! I wasn't bluffing! You and I are going to the barracks and tomorrow afternoon, we'll see if we can convince Mighty Jabba to let you visit the Rancor!"

A door somewhere far away screeched open. “Lyn Me!" Fortuna cried out. “Clean and dress the new slave! She is to entertain The Master in the morning!" There was a scraping, shuffling sound and the door slammed shut again, stifling the togruta's pained cries.

A moment later, gentle hands were on her again, guiding her to her feet. “This way," a smooth, soft woman's voice whispered. “We have to get that cum out of you. Knowing Bib, he'll say you forced yourself on him if Jabba finds out what happened."

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Leia didn't sleep much that evening. The soft cushions were like boulders under her gravid body. The soft, naked flesh of Jabba's other girls huddled against her and one another did little to keep the cold at bay. When she did lose consciousness, she was haunted by dreams of her poor friend in the Gamorrean barracks, foul smelling sewers, a harrowing chase of Imperial fighters after her friends on board the Falcon over Imperial City, her heart of hearts Luke fighting a no-win battle against the evil Darth Vader. His screams of agony as he was dismembered in her dream were as real as the warm bodies on either side of him and it chilled her heart.

The restless night was cut short, or so it felt, by the stirring of the girls all around her. She could feel twi'leks, rodians, humans, theelins, and all of them awoke at nearly the same time. They called to one another in basic and huttese. Many of them, or maybe it was two, grabbed her and stood her up. They attached things to her. At first she thought they were manacles or shackles but when they were finished she was disgusted to find she had been fitted with a metal bikini.

She felt so exposed, so vulnerable. As the crime lord's harem led her through the palace, she cradled her gravid belly with a growing dread deep within. When a particularly loud door opened, Leia's senses were assaulted by the cacophony of drunken revelers, the booming laughter of the hutt crime boss, a wall of body odor that turned her stomach nearly as much as Fortuna had the night before. She felt all the eyes fall on her. She was unsure how, but she knew every eye in the throne room was staring at her.

She was guided up onto a dais where heat and stink radiated heavily. The hutt's throne, she was sure. Her suspicions were confirmed when she was helped up onto a slab covered with some sort of animal skin and a large, slimy body that undulated against her.

“OH HO HO HO! YOU LOOK RAVISHING, PRINCESS!" Jabba's voice bellowed behind her. A heavy collar was fastened about her neck and a yank on the chain pulled her back against the slimy filth of Jabba's body. “LAY HERE. LOOK PRETTY FOR ME WHILE WE ENJOY THE DAY!"

Leia sighed heavily and swallowed the bile rising in her throat. She wanted to protest, to run, to struggle, to beg for Han's safety… but sense stilled her tongue. All she would be doing is dooming Han, herself, and worse than that her baby. She laid against Jabba, slowly inching away from him under the guise of repeatedly adjusting her body into a more comfortable posture.

Finally, she was able to lay carefully on her side with a modest space between her rump, bare beneath the long loin cloth, and the disgusting hutt behind her. Thankfully, Jabba seemed content to let her maintain that posture for most of the day.

The morning reverie died away as the bounty hunters, spice runners, and other assorted scum returned to their jobs, or merely got too drunk or too invested in private conversation to continue partying. Silence seemed to rein and Leia felt like the day would never end.

Footsteps echoed from what she assumed was a tunnel to her left. There was something oddly comforting about those footfalls. Other shuffling steps rushed to meet them and hushed voices filtered down to her. She was sure she recognized them both. She was fairly certain one was Fortuna's gravelly voice while the other… she couldn't place it, though she was sure she should recognize its owner.

“…-and you will be rewarded."

LUKE! Leia tried to sit up quickly, but her belly made it difficult. She struggled to sit up and leaned toward the presence, the warmth and comfort she felt somewhere in front of her. Luke was here to rescue her! And Han!

The throne room was instantly a center of activity. She heard blasters activating, vibro weapons clinking and humming to life. Armor plates clacking against one another as their owners stood to confront the newcomer.

“Master!" Fortuna's sickening voice called behind her.

Jabba groaned loudly, startled awake by the call.

“Someone to speak with you. Luke Skywalker, Jedi Knight."

“I TOLD YOU NOT TO ADMIT HIM."

“I must be allowed to speak," Luke said with some hesitation.

Leia bowed her head and looked away. She was sure she looked terribly disheartening to her lover's gentle eyes. She was there dressed as a slave, round and full. The last time Luke had seen her, she had only just begun to show. After dodging the Empire for months, she hadn't had any contact with Luke until now.

As Fortuna echoed Luke's demand, Jabba growled.

“YOU WEAK MINDED FOOL! HE'S USING AN OLD JEDI MIND TRICK." There was a heavy impact and Fortuna yelped loudly.

Leia couldn't help but smirk. Good. At least he was getting a little of what he had given.

“You will bring Captain Solo and the wookiee to me," Luke demanded. He sounded a little closer. She wanted to reach out and touch him, take his hand, feel his face. But then it clicked. And the wookiee? Chewie was here too!?

“OH HO HO HO HO! YOUR MIND TRICKS WILL NOT WORK ON ME, BOY."

“Nevertheless. I'm taking Captain Solo and his friends. You can either profit by this or be destroyed." Luke sounded so confident, so in control of the situation. He was a far cry from the energetic Rogue Leader she knew before Hoth. “It's your choice but I warn you not to underestimate my power."

Jabba growled and behind her, Leia heard a familiar, snobbish voice call out “Master Luke! You're standing on-…"

“THERE WILL BE NO BARGAIN, YOUNG JEDI." Jabba laughed again calmly. The sound raised all the hairs on the back of Leia's neck. “I SHALL ENJOY WATCHING YOU DIE."

Voices all around cried out in surprise. Leia's heart skipped a beat as she heard one of Jabba's fists land heavily on something nearby. A door shrieked open and a blaster discharged! Leia gasped, breathing heavily as panic weighed on her. She wished she could see! Was Luke alright? What was happening?

Somehow, deep down, she knew Luke was safe. For now. The laughter and cries of the underbelly of the Galaxy all around her hinted of dooms to come, however.

Something down below, underneath where Leia was sitting roared and growled angrily. It howled and shrieked and every time it made her blood run cold. For minutes, or maybe hours this went on! Something heavy screeched and cut one of the beast's roars suddenly short.

Jabba howled in outrage. The sentiment was echoed by all of the onlookers and dread once again seeped into Leia. The chain on her collar yanked her this way and that as Jabba called out.

“BRING ME SOLO AND THE WOOKIEE! THEY WILL ALL SUFFER FOR THIS OUTRAGE!"

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The heat was stifling, even with the scant clothing she was wearing. The wind did little to cool her nearly-naked body. They were outside, on something called a sail barge. Wherever they were going, Jabba promised it would be delightful, something she would remember for the rest of her life. She had to endure his hands on her the entire trip. It made her cringe and shudder.

At the very least, her eyes were getting better. Instead of a big dark blue, she could now see a big light blur! Part of her was happy for this, the other part was disappointed she had to see her captor's blurry silhouette as he fondled her breast and belly and teased her pussy with the tip of his slimy tail.

Finally the wind stopped and the barge's engines died beneath them. She heard the whole upper deck's occupants move to one side of the barge, looking at something that snarled and squealed at them from below.

“Jabba!" she heard Luke's voice echo up to them. “This is your last chance! Free us or die!"

Jabba huffed and forced his tail tip up into Leia.

She cried out as she felt her body stretched suddenly so wide. It burned like a hot iron! He was splitting her right in two and his tip was pressed uncomfortably against her cervix! She clamped her eyes shut and willed the tears away, but the pain was all she could focus on.

“PUT HIM INTO POSSITION!"

Leia felt a tug on the chain and a push from the tail buried inside her. Her belly, breast, and palms pressed against Jabba's fat body as he leaned down to her and hummed.

“SOON YOU WILL LEARN TO APPRECIATE ME."

There was a dull thud nearby and the onlookers all gasped and cried out in surprise. Her heart leapt! Jabba pulled his tail out of her and she took the opportunity to leap up and over his large body. With a little effort, she found the chain draped over his tail and swing it up and around the hutt's neck. She braced herself against his back and pulled as hard as she could!

Jabba struggled against her, pulling back on the chain she was choking him with. She didn't relent and pulled harder.

Gargling and hacking, Jabba finally slumped. Leia, satisfied she had choked the life out of her captor, leapt over him and down to the deck. She had to find the end of the chain and-…

A beeping whistle caught her attention and a small astromech approached. R2! She grabbed the chain and held it up a few links from her neck. “Come on, we gotta get outa here!"

Artoo extended an arm and severed the links on her chain. She was free! She felt like a ton of durasteel had been lifted off her shoulders! She stood up with a hand on Artoo for support, but the droid whistled a warning and wheeled off. She was still learning to understand him, but she thought he mentioned something about finding Threepio.

Leia stumbled away from the dead crime lord toward a large, angular blur to the front of the barge. As she approached, she recognized the shape as a gun turret!

Blaster fire erupted around her, and the hum of what she assumed was Luke's lightsaber! YES! Rescued at last! She scrambled up into the turret and felt around for the controls. They were pretty easy to find. And just in time too!

“Point it at the deck!" Luke called. “Point it at the deck!"

She felt for directional controls and rotated the gun to point straight at the center of the barge's large upper deck. She gasped and gave a start as an arm looped around her waist. “Come on!"

Leia clutched at Luke's darkly clothed form and clamped her eyes shut. There was a loud explosion and they were flying through the air. When she felt hot durasteel beneath her feet, Leia opened her eyes. Lando! Han! Chewie!

“Let's go, and don't forget the droids!"

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Horns sounded up in the trees! The forest of Endor was suddenly alive with the furry little aliens known as Ewoks! The imperials turned their attention away from herself, Han, and the rest of the ground troops just long enough for them to take advantage! Leia rushed forward toward the officer who had taken her holdout blaster. She ignored the arrow shaft protruding from his neck and plucked her weapon up from the damp earth beside him.

She turned and took aim at a walker pilot struggling to close the hatch to the AT-ST he was in. He fell inward and Leia rushed toward the bunker. As she knelt down beside the control panel, Han joined her. Together, they fired at any imperials out in their line of sight for too long.

A moment later, Artoo wheeled up and Han pointed him to the control panel Leia crouched beside. “Come on, come on!" he called.

Leia risked only a glance at Artoo, but it was long enough for a blaster bolt to strike the bunker right beside her head. A shower of sparks rained down on her and a sharp pain lanced through her belly.

She stumbled back behind Artoo and clutched at the massive globe hidden beneath her camouflage poncho. Her muscles tightened painfully in her belly and rippled downward through her canal. Her trousers were suddenly soaked and a startling revelation filled her with panic.

“Han!" she choked. “Han, it's time!" She clamped her eyes shut and leaned against the bunker behind Artoo.

“What? Time?" Han asked as he knelt at her side.

“The baby's coming!"

“What, now? Not a good time, Leia!"

She opened her mouth to agree with him, but all she could do is grit her teeth and moan loudly. “I know that!" she finally spat out. “It isn't up for negotiation!" She struggled with her leggings, but with some effort and a little help from Han, she got her pants off and spread her legs wide.

The bunker erupted in sparks again and Han lifted his blaster to put an end to a Stormtrooper looking for an easy kill.

“Hey! Corperal! Over here! Quickly!" Han called to a passing rebel soldier. The man rushed over and stopped wide eyed as he spied Leia's vulnerable state. “Hey!" Han snapped his fingers and pointed them at his own eyes. “Focus! Cover the princess! She's in labor and I'm going to help her as best I can, got it?"

The soldier agreed and took up a defensive position on the other side of the bunker entry.

Leia groaned as another sharp pain coursed through her. She clamped her eyes shut and did what came naturally.

“Push, Leia!" Han encouraged. “Push, honey!"

Her eyes opened and she glared at the smuggler. “What do you think I'm doing!?" she snarled.

Taken aback, Han held up both hands and backed away.

Another powerful contraction hit and Leia reached out for Han's free hand. She cried out and squeezed his hand as she felt herself stretching to accommodate a rather impatient baby. She started breathing in short, quick bursts as her body prepared for another-…

She cried out again as another strong contraction hit. She clamped her eyes shut and pushed with all of her might.

“As much as I don't mind you crushing every bone in my hand, I need it back!" Han said. “The baby's head is coming!"

Reluctantly, she let go of Han's hand and curled her fists in her poncho. Another powerful contraction and she pushed!

“That's it, almost there!" Han encouraged. “There's the shoulders! Just a little more!"

Leia gave another powerful push and felt the infant slip free of her body. She gasped and leaned back. Sweat soaked hair hung in her eyes as she opened them to peer at Han wrapping the crying baby in his coat. Then another contraction hit!

Han leaned over her and held the baby out with that crooked smile she adored.

“No!" she gasped. “There's another one!"

“Another one?" Han asked, dumbfounded.

“I'm going to have another baby!" She cried out loudly as a contraction more powerful and painful than any of the others rippled through her.

Han blinked and gently laid the baby down beside her and crouched between her legs. She pushed again and he looked up. “Leia, there's another one comin' out!"

“I KNOW!" she snarled as another contraction tore through her.

How long the ordeal took was beyond her. But it felt like hours. She cradled both crying babies against herself as the rebel corporal helped her hobble into the trees. Artoo had the door open. When he managed that she wasn't sure. Nothing else mattered in that moment but the little ones in her arms. When they were finally behind a large fallen tree, Leia lifted her poncho out of the way and her compatriot unbuttoned her vest and shirt.

She wasn't sure, but she suspected the corporal had taken his time spreading her shirt to the side. It might have been her imagination, but she swore she felt his palm brush one of her sensitive nipples. It was not important. Han was putting charges in the shield bunker and her newborn twins were suckling at her breast.

Minutes later, Han leapt over the log and threw his body over her own. A deafening explosion thundered behind the log and fire rose into the sky. They did it! She watched the ball of fire rise higher and higher before finally slumping back against the log. Relief! Sweet relief! The shield was down and, if all went according to plan, the fleet was going to destroy the second Death Star!

She closed her eyes and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. All of their suffering was finally over. She opened her eyes and stared down at the babies suckling. So pure, so innocent of the trials the Galaxy had to endure under the Empire.

“Wow," Han said as he gently caressed one of the babies' fuzzy heads. “They look just like you and Luke."

Leia smirked inwardly as Luke's words echoed into her mind. He had spoken with her in the ewok village before he had gone to turn himself in to the Empire. The Force is strong in my family. My father has it. I have it and… my sister has it…

“That isn't really a surprise," though it had been when Luke had told her. But somehow, it didn't deter either of them. Luke told her that Yoda had assured him that they were twins separated at birth. But Leia didn't care. It only meant they were meant to be together since the moment of their birth until the day they died.

“What? Did you impregnate yourself with clones of yourselves?" Han asked with that same crooked grin.

“No, it's not like that at all!" Leia said with a mirthful smile. “He's my brother."

Han's face paled and he looked away with a slack jawed mask of bewilderment.

Leia laughed at that and reached out to turn him to face her once again. “It's a long story. Neither of us knew until an ancient Jedi Master told Luke after you rescued me from Jabba. But it doesn't matter. I love him and he loves me. And now we have twins of our own to take care of." She smiled down at the babies at her breast. A new hope, the new dawn of the Jedi.