Into The Garbage Chute

Dizziness. Headache. Disorientation.

Han stirred from what felt like a year-long slumber and his lungs sucked in humid air.

Humid? This was the opposite of Tatooine. His last memory was on that arid, desert world. What happened? He’d been on Jabba’s barge, outside the palace and above the Sarlacc pit. He was about to be executed. There’d been a battle and then...

Nothing. That must have been when he lost consciousness.

’Where the fuck am I?’

He rose from the simple bed and observed his surroundings. It was a basic room, not too different from the adobe buildings common on Tatooine. He might have thought it a prison cell if not for the tub on one side of the room. Bath tubs were hardly a common amenity in the many holding cells he’d spent time in. Not to mention he wasn’t chained or shackled. A pleasant change from his previous predicament.

He stood, moved to the room’s only door and pulled on the handle. Locked tight, of course. He turned and resumed his inspection. Other than a toilet, a table and a couple simple chairs, there was nothing. He walked to the other end where the tub and the room’s solitary window resided. The basin was half full of blackish muck. A mud bath?

The window offered a wide view of a bustling, smog choked city. A quick look down revealed the room was dozens of floors up. That explained the lack of restraints. The only way out was a thirty floor fall to instant death. He watched hovercrafts and small ships whiz through the sky. They whistled gently in the distance, their exhaust mixed with the city’s bog-like stench.

’Nal Hutta?’

As if the universe had heard his question and was prepared to answer, the door unlocked and opened. Han whirled around. He was ready for a fight, if need be, but was confronted by...

“LEIA?!?”

She closed the door and turned back to him. The loud clank of a lock being secured resounded behind her.

“Yup. It’s me” she said with a broad smile, placing her hands on her hips.

It was her alright, but something was off. Very off. The longer Han studied her, the more changes he noticed. She was wearing a ridiculous slave bikini getup, no doubt furnished by Jabba. It was made of bronze and golden plate that barely covered her feminine assets and a long crimson cloth that dangled between her thighs. She had the same luscious dark hair and sparkling eyes. That much was normal. The odd thing was her aforementioned assets were so much bigger than they’d been previously.

Her breasts were roughly four times the size he remembered her having. Leia’s hips were noticeably wider. Her abdominal muscles were taught and strong. She had the six pack Han had never quite managed. She even seemed taller by a considerable degree. What the hell was going on?

“Leia ... You’re alright?”

“Never felt better, if I’m honest. They gave me some weird drugs and I was out for a while, but I feel incredible.”

“Wish I could say the same” he replied. Han cradled his forehead with his right palm before running it through his hair. “Is this Nal Hutta?”

“Yes, though I’m not sure which city. Haven’t heard anyone slip the name yet.”

“Fuck!” he cursed, shaking his head with sardonic half-smile. “Into the garbage chute again. This place is the worst. The one planet I never wanted to come back to! The Empire’s trash compactor was less filthy than this hell hole.”

“Oh, stop it” she snapped. “At least our lives aren’t in danger. We almost died in that thing.”

Her words made Han think. “Yeah, we’re alive. Why is that? I mean, I know why you’re still alive” he said indicating her slutty outfit. “But why am I? What happened at the pit?”

Leia sighed and folded her arms below her newly expanded bosom. She turned and looked away as she spoke. “I saw one of the palace guards knock you out and then the battle went to shit. Luke is dead. Lando was swallowed by the Sarlacc. Chewie was captured. He’s probably working in some mine on Tatooine or ... who knows where.”

Han’s face was a blank slate. Shock overtook him as he tried to process all she’d just said. Two comrades gone. At least Chewie was still alive. He could be found and rescued, potentially.

Leia turned back to him, her expression soft and her voice sullen. “After the battle, Jabba’d had his fill of death and carnage. His mind turned to his other appetites. The ugly worm announced he’d thought of another use for the lovebirds.”

Han’s eyes went wide. “Meaning ... us?”

Leia unfolded her arms and strode to him, placing her right hand on his side.

“Yes.”

“So, what does he want?”

She pressed her buxom curves on him and their lips met. They entered a long, deep tongue kiss as the metal of her costume dug into his body. She broke the kiss and spoke into his ear at a hushed whisper.

“They want to watch us. That’s the only reason you’re still alive.”

Leia nodded her head back and to the side. Han’s eyes followed her movement and he saw what she meant in the distance. Holes for hidden cameras. Peep holes in the walls too. They were in a prison, of a sort. Some kind of sick, sex slave brothel cell. The Hutts were going to profit by selling access to two famous survivors of the Rebel Alliance putting on a show for their degenerate clientele.

He shook his head. “This is crazy. We have to think of a way out of here.”

Leia raised a finger to his lips, silencing him. “It’s over Han. It’s been almost a week since the rescue attempt. Without us, Luke and Lando, the resistance is doomed. And besides, I don’t care about that anymore...”

She took a step back and made a show of tearing off the dark, red loincloth. Leia tossed it aside. A long, thick, veiny cock was revealed, hanging from her pelvis. A weighty set of fleshy cantaloupes, glistening with sweaty musk, lay just beneath it.

“I just want to fuck.”

Han was flabbergasted. His world turned inside out. The outlaw pilot who’d been in a thousand scraps and visited every strange corner of the galaxy; who thought he’d seen it all, was speechless. Han felt like he’d just been punched. Then the real blow came.

SMACK

Her open palm streaked across his face, bitch slapping him with a force he could scarcely believe. It nearly knocked him over.

“ON YOUR KNEES! And open that mouth! If we don’t get started, they’ll chop you up and feed you to the dragon snakes!”

Han was frozen. Still in shocked disbelief. What had happened to the demure, dignified woman of his dreams? Sure, she could be sassy at times, but that was half her charm. Leia knew how to take charge when necessary. He loved that about her, too. But not like this. She’d changed completely and he could tell the change wasn’t just physical.

As if to confirm his theory, she reached out and grabbed him by the hair. Her other hand found his shoulder and began pushing him down with surprising strength. He offered some feeble resistance at first, but it was useless. Not only was she stronger than him now, she was no doubt right about his fate if he didn’t comply. Han reluctantly gave in and lowered to his knees.

Leia grinned fiendishly as she fisted her rapidly hardening cock and brought the tip of her drooling monster to his lips. The smell of her pungent flesh was like a second blow to the face. It was obvious she’d been playing with herself before Han awoke.

“That mouth of yours has been getting you out of trouble your whole life. No reason that should stop now. Get to work, bitch!”

She pushed her glans through the front of his lips and pulled his face forward firmly. Her grip on his hair tightened as inch after inch of hot, musky penis tunneled into his mouth; expanding the ring of his taut lips. Leia managed to get only a third of her fearsome length into his warm, moist cavern before she hit the back of this throat and he gagged.

The hung Goddess laughed heartily and began sawing her cock in and out of his mouth, getting him accustomed to taking her girth as she pushed and pulled him by the hair. Once he got into a rhythm, she released his dark locks and looked down at him disdainfully.

“That’s right, back and forth! Suck it loud and deep. Like a cheap, Twi’lek whore!”

Han grasped her thighs gingerly and focused on pleasing her, Leia reached around herself and unhooked her metal bikini, piece by piece. She tossed the ornamental garments aside; her massive breasts now free to add to her pleasure. The corrupted woman, now lust driven Futa, seized her giant fun bags and began groping them in earnest. She played with her nipples and squeezed her tits. The fresh stimulation combined with Han’s increasingly eager sucking of her cock sent her to the moon. She titled her head back and moaned deep and loud.

Not wanting to come too soon, Leia let go of her giant, tingling mounds and looked down at her busy cocksucker. She chuckled as he slobbered away on her hot, throbbing erection. It had grown even harder, thicker and longer since they started.

“They gave you drugs too, you know, and not just to knock you out. I see they’re starting to kick in. Or maybe it’s not the drugs? I noticed the way you and Lando looked at each other. I bet you sucked him off a dozen times, didn’t you? Is that how you really got the Millennium Falcon?”

Han murmured a protest around her massive schwanz, but continued pressing his face upon it. He sucked and slurped back and forth, desperate to get more of her gargantuan penis past his gag reflex. He could hardly believe what he was doing. What had happened to him?!?