Laura, Slave Girl and Daughter of Jabba Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Laura's life and clothes are changed

The guards let her pass immediately as she announced that she wished to meet with Jabba the Hutt, one's gaze lingering on her little chest as they opened the doors and announced Laura's presence to their Master. A few days ago, she would've found the scrutiny of her short body distasteful, but now in her current state of mind, she was flattered, amused even and with mild playfulness, swung her itty-bitty hips from side to side seductively, giving the guards a nice view to gaze at, as she entered the Hutt's chambers.

The room was spacious, opulently furnished, but still held some of the more...unconventional...decor that Hutts were known for. For one, besides the fire lit lamps and the glowing holoscreen, the room was impeccably dark, most likely lit with ultraviolet light to play to the Hutt's strengths. Various paintings and mosaics lined the walls, some depicting portraits of the Great Jabba himself and others depicting other Hutts, most likely family of Jabba, and all of them incredibly fat and grotesque.

A massive tub sat in the corner of the room, more like a pool and likely big enough to accommodate its enormous owner. Sludgy water poured in from one of its founts, and the slight hint of swamp stink greeted Laura's nostrils. Clearly, His Excellency liked to be reminded of his home world, Nal Hutta, even when at his retreat on Earth. Near the holoscreen, an expansive buffet awaited, filled with bowls and platters of various foods from all sorts of worlds. The more traditional and edible foods were located to the left, pastries and meats and vegetables that would make even a gourmand's mouth water and to the right, various aquarium bowls and murky pots resided, containing all the gross, still-living creatures that comprised Jabba's more depraved tastes. Some of the squirming appetizers were imported from off world, while others were prepared in the palace's hydroponics chamber, genetically altered to suit the Hutt Lord's decadent appetite. A massive bed lay unused in the back of the chamber, adorned with sparse amounts of pillows and blankets. Laura surmised that Jabba might've used such a bed when he was less immobile, but now preferred his throne and considered it the most comfortable place for him to reside.

Her eyes finally fell on the Hutt's throne, and the obese slug-like creature that adorned it. Jabba was spread out lazily on his dais, his heavy body resting comfortably amidst various cushions and rugs. He held his spice pipe in one stubby hand and calmly puffed on the exotic concoction as his eyes watched the pod races and their results with a hazy, borderline unfocused countenance. His other chubby arm rested on the open top of his snackquarium, the bowl filled with live Nala Tree Frogs, which he would dip into when he required a palate cleanser. Saliva dribbled down his chins as he moaned, and Laura's eyes caught the Zabrak female, scantily clad, kneeling before the Hutt's big belly, her graceful hands massaging and kneading his fetid rolls. A thick and putrid tongue escaped from Jabba's toothless maw and licked his lips in enjoyment. Another pod race finished, and Jabba roared with obscene laughter, the victory pod having been the one he'd bet a small fortune on. The fat slug rumbled in mirth at how much his accounts would be lined with more credits and wealth as he reached into his snack bowl, and seized a wiggling frog in celebration. Laura approached the overweight lord hesitantly, attempting not to flinch as the little creature disappeared down his throat. Jabba's spice addled eyes regarded her in surprise and he belched as he savored the delicious taste of success, both literally and figuratively. Laura was moderately surprised as the Hutt kept his lips sealed when he burped, the rancid air burbling in his chest instead of being blasted into her face.  

"Lord Jabba....Sorry to interrupt you, but I have a problem that needs your counsel..." Laura was still a little flustered by Jabba's disgusting mannerisms, but noted that her anger was now being fueled into her hatred towards Trudge and less towards the vile Hutt. She took a look at the Zabrak, realizing she had not once stopped in her ministrations on the slug. "May we please speak in private?"

Jabba's reptilian eyes glowed in uncertainty and then he nodded, barely. He ran a tubby hand over his slave girl's face and ordered her to leave, and hesitantly, the girl looked down at Laura in....was it jealousy? and then left in a hurry. For the first time in days, Laura and Jabba were alone. "Speak." Jabba stated bluntly.

"How long has Officer Trudge been dropping by here? I thought you held no love for that cop." asked Laura. The slobbering monarch grinned nastily and settled himself backwards on his dais, letting his bulging gut balloon out further. "When I first came to this planet, my main concern was buying off the police, but that Trudge was different. He locked me up for bribery, drug trafficking, forced slavery, & racketeering. I had to spend time in an Earth prison! I was never one for the idea....But nevertheless, I did." Not exactly the answer to the question she was looking for, Laura asked her question again, rewording, "So he's been coming by here frequently since your sentence was lifted?" Jabba chortled, consuming another frog from his bowl messily. "He likes the company my girls offer him. He is one of their favorite patrons. And if my girls are happy enough after pleasing him to please me....exceedingly well...Then I can put aside my former issues with the police." Laura noted that the Hutt Lord seemed mildly disappointed with this decision. "You don't like this arrangement?"

"I'd rather be rid of that cop for the rest of my long life, little girl. He has cost me more than credits. He has cost me my pride and reputation. It took me months to remind my sycophants that I was not a Hutt to be trifled with after I was let off the hook." He paused and then his eyes fixed Laura's in scrutiny. "Why are you here, little Robomatroid child? Trudge is not a subject I like to discuss. If you have nothing left to talk with me over, then I would ask that you leave me to my devices."

She wouldn't be denied. She had come this far. She would have what she wanted, what SHE wanted this time. Not just what Cheedi desired, what Laura desired. "My lord, Trudge said that he'd find a family & a home for me, but he has demonstrated that he holds no love for me. I feel used and rejected....And I want revenge... not just for myself, but for Cheedi, too." Jabba gave a grunt of acknowledgement. "I am no criminal anymore, little Laura, but I sometimes wish I still was. I cannot kill Trudge, though my blood boils at the prospect. That he would reject and deny a little girl of such..." The gross Hutt licked his lips lasciviously, and again Laura wasn't offended as his eyes glowed with lust as he admired her body, "desirable qualities is insulting enough, but making a good Jedi hero look like the bad guy, on the other hand, is completely unforgivable! As a powerful Lord with more money and prestige than most, I can have my pick of beautiful women in this galaxy, but you...a little Robomatroid girl with no parents... would be just as splendid, practically the ultimate prize to my collection."

Jabba basked in the thought, then added, "My glory days as a crime lord were some of my greatest, and I sometimes get caught up in what could be. Did you have anything in mind with regards to your vengeance on Trudge, to repay Cheedi? I will help in any way I can..." He remembered when a massive R.A.N.C.O.R. Maliproid almost gobbled him up & Cheedi (when it was Richard Skywalker in the armor) saved his life, thus removing a large bounty he put on his head, retiring from crime, & running the most prestigious pizzeria in the galaxy, while thinking of a way to repay him for rescuing & sparing him, despite the fact that The Cat always got his goat.

Unbeknownst to Jabba and his debaucherous thoughts, Laura was secretly flattered and gracious of the Hutt Lord's "compliments". That she would receive such commendation from an entity like Jabba, to be referred to as "the ultimate prize" was both demeaning of her worth, but also appealing. Laura's eyes crossed the vast bulk of the Hutt and then found a wardrobe behind the Hutt's dais. She approached it, earning a confused look from Jabba. It was a storage unit containing various dancing girl outfits, some sleazier and more risqué than others. A thought struck Laura's mind, that despite its audacity, would be perfect for returning Cheedi the favor of saving her from a bad man. "Great Jabba, these horrible clothes I wear were given to me by some skinflint who ran a workhouse. I could wear one of these outfits...Be your little slave girl for the day... Show Trudge what he's given up...." She turned to Jabba and gave him a playful and flirtatious look..."I bet a former crime lord like yourself would just RELISH the idea of having me with you, in a revealing costume, a trophy to show off to your men and rivals. What better possession for a great Hutt, than a little girl from the biggest beach in the galaxy?" She couldn't help it. She laughed at the plan. Jabba, for his part, was awe-struck by the prospect and she could see it as clearly on his face as the twin suns of Tatooine rising in the sky. "You would voluntarily be my slave, to get even with that cop for Cheedi, who saved my life once? Lay at my side and behave with the conduct of one of my girls?"

Laura shrugged. "For the day, it seems like a nice payoff. That pig will see that I've found a rich and powerful being who lusts for me, takes care of me, and showers me with praise. In return, your position in the galaxy will skyrocket. Nothing will matter more to the Hutts of this galaxy or the Cat than to know that The Mighty Jabba holds a little girl as a courtesan...But..."

She didn't have to push for this too, but she figured it'd seal the deal. The Hutt would most likely agree to her suggestions now, but for some reason, she WANTED to add this detail...

"I want to make this official. The girls in your harem tell me you haven't chained a girl to you in over 13 years..." She reached into the wardrobe and produced a golden metal band, large enough to fit securely around a humanoid's neck. She placed the band around her neck, lifting her hair up and felt a twinge of arousal as it snapped into place, tightly constricting her a bit. It took her a moment to get used to the sensation, but after a few moments, her breathing got used to the metal collar. She grabbed up a bundle of chain links connected to the collar and brought the leash over to Jabba, offering him the slack...

"If this is to be convincing and really carry the weight I want it to, I want to be your favorite slave girl. I want to be there throughout the day so that when any man sees me, he sees I'm more than just a pretty girl to you, but your property. He can't do anything to me, because, you, oh Mighty Jabba, own me."

Seeing Laura snap the collar and chain around her neck and then bring the leash to him, Jabba couldn't help himself and drooled copiously at the acts of the orphaned little girl. Never in his wildest fantasies would he dream of such a turn of events. "I'll gladly accept this plan...Ho ho ho..." The Hutt licked his lips as he placed his hookah to the side and snatched up Laura's chains, tugging on the leash and bringing the tyke closer to him. Still not quite accustomed to the idea of being at the beck of another, Laura resisted the tug out of instinct, but then smirked as she felt that same feeling of submission and arousal take over, and moved closer to the perverse slug. "For the day then...But first, I'll need to look more like a Robomatroid...And you'll need to pick a new outfit for me....Master.."

The girl couldn't figure out why she was acting like this, so pliant and flirtatious, but she liked the result it had on Jabba. Sending for the Robomatonian in his harem, Jabba told her that he planned on making this little girl much more beautiful. First thing she did was to perform a ritual that inflated the kid's little boobs like a pair of balloons, giving the little Robomatonian girl big breasts (45 G) which tore the front of her dress & shirt open, then Laura's butt got enhanced 'til her hip size was 50, tearing off her underwear completely. Then she ate something that made her curvy new look permanent. Laura was left with an hourglass figure, something that satisfied her. When she got up, she walked as if nothing had happened to her. Laura watched as her fellow Robomatonian slave left them at Jabba's command. When she wasn't in sight, He rumbled with glee, his tongue slathering slimy goo all over his mouth as he gestured with a rubbery arm towards the wardrobe, a mass of gold and pink peaking out from amidst the sea of color. It seemed like fate as Laura rushed towards the costume and held up a small golden metal belly dancer outfit. The top was a light pink satin brassiere with a sinuous gold design, held together by two strings so that when the child would adorn it, her back would be bare and completely exposed. The bottom was two golden plates that rested securely on her hips by two gold loops, with two long pieces of light pink satin covering her crotch and her rear. The bottom was devoid of any sort of underwear, and minus the scant covering of her butt and her groin, along with her huge new breasts, she would be completely naked. It's sounding perfect already, she thought.

Finally, Jabba said, "Laura, you do realize that if you were to be my slave, I would own you, do you not? What you said would rob you of your liberty." Laura said, "I'm fully aware of that, Master. Nevertheless, I am serious."

Shooting her new "master" a knowing glance, she disappeared behind a changing barrier and changed out of her ratty old destroyed clothes, slipping into the skimpy bikini. The top was at parts uncomfortable and fit her massively ballooned chest a little too snugly, but as she looked at herself in the mirror, she was surprised to see how much fuller her new cleavage looked and how round and perfectly shaped her enormous new breasts looked in the bikini top. Snapping the metal fasteners into place around her hips, she grinned as she felt the cool air of the room tickle her girly parts beneath the skirt. She pulled on a pair of little pink shoes to give herself some footwear that wouldn't draw attention away from her new curvaceous physique, and approaching a vanity, she proceeded to do a few more last minute touches to her face and body, applying some make-up here, some jewelry there, cut her golden blonde hair down to shoulder length so it wouldn't hide her comely new form, and splashed herself with some very strong and enticing perfume. She did a once over of herself in the mirror, noting how everything seemed to fit together so perfectly. The gross Hutt must have known exactly what kind of dimensions a girl like Laura had. The outfit seemed practically to BELONG to her. She looked sexy, cute, alluring, what did the other girls call themselves? A Goddess...No....THE Goddess of Lustful Passion. Jabba's favorite slave and child.

She took cautious and shy steps out and greeted the Hutt monarch with a bashful look, refusing to meet his gaze, but judging from his hooting laughter and the sloppy sounds of him licking his lips, she knew he was pleased and overjoyed with her transformation. Jabba was transfixed by Laura's complete and utter devotion to this task. His eyes danced over her exposed half-naked form, his long, plump tail slithering and throbbing as he openly showed his lust-soaked attraction for her. Greenish saliva oozed from the corners of his mouth, snaking in long lines into the folds of his chin. Even her orphan bearing seemed to have been changed into that of a subservient girl who treated him like a god. As he pulled on the leash, she resisted his gaze and strength playfully, causing Jabba the Hutt to pull her chain even harder, forcing the girl forward. She continued to hesitate, wondering how a girl like herself would agree to such a plan such as this, and yet another part of her continued to take over. The lustful and submissive nature she had denied for so long took hold and even as her bare washboard tummy collided with Jabba's flabby belly, his greasy skin greeting her creamy complexion in an unwholesome reunion, Laura found herself smiling to herself instead of gagging in revulsion. Then she kissed her master passionately.

"Kahnkee..." Jabba burbled in Huttese, and Laura could tell that the word was a compliment to her. She didn't care what it meant. She only cared for how the Hutt Lord openly gawked at her beauty. This wasn't just a plan anymore, a means to getting revenge while helping Cheedi get Trudge off his back. She liked this....She liked being a slave, even if it's to a bloated and horrid slug like Jabba. "You are an honest businessman, Master, and my revulsion is gone", Laura said. "It pleases me to hear you say that, Laura, now let's go find Trudge", her Master said. "Yes, Master", she said.

He breathed in her face, and spots appeared in her eyes. Gods, he's so gross... Jabba ordered her to sit before him while he prepared to direct his throne back to his audience chamber. She arranged herself laying next to her master, her legs bare, showing off their beauty. Her stomach was taut as she sat up straight, a submissive and austere bearing on her features as she rested herself on a few pillows in the process. She was aware of Jabba's eyes piercing into her from behind as he continued to gaze at her exposed back while he used the controls on his armrest to move his repulsorlift dais out of the secret entrance that connected his private quarters to his throne room. Laura's amazing new master had a court to appear before. Hopefully, officer Trudge would still be there.