Sol Gerris's story as Jabba's slave

Sol was born on Naboo in 19BBY, she wanted to join the Rebellion to free the galaxy from the Empire and became a spy for the Rebels when rumors of Jabba selling weapons and a base to the Empire. She infiltrated the Hutt's palace in disguise as a bounty hunter, but later on she was captured and was brought before the hutt. Jabba immediatly found her attractive and licked her face, he ordered his slave dancers to take her away to be cleaned, stripped and washed.

To Sol's horrifying discover she was forced to wear a skimpy slave girl outfit and a leash connecting to a collar around her neck. She was unable to inform the fleet of her capture so it would possibly be a long while for them to know, they brought her to Jabba as Sols new master.

Jabba connected his new slave girl's leash to his throne and tugged it hard causing the young girl's half naked body to fall against his belly, Sol tried to turn away from her new master's drooling mouth but was pished against him, feeling her arms and hands against him, licking her face again. She was his possession now and was forced to sit on the throne by the slug closely until he grows tired of her. Every now or then Jabba keeps his slave girl on a short leash, sometimes bringing her closer to him by skin contact to her disgust and humiliation.

Over several weeks had past since her capture and enslaved by Jabba the Hutt, she had struggled against Jabba but the hutt always wins and was quickly subdued came to the accept the live of a hutt's slave girl since her early days as his slave. Using his mind tricks to break her will into submitting to the hutt's control over her.

One night when Jabba request to be asleep he yanked his slave's leash to return to his throne, she did not hesitate when he pulled her to his bulging belly to lay agianst him, as she was fast asleep Jabba made sure if she had submitted fully by stroking her bare legs with his tail, the slave did not flinch in respond. Jabba felt pleased that the young Sol had come to sences that she belonged to him from now on, he kept her leash very short and placed his hand on her naked shoulder to stroke before going into slumber.




"From this day forward I am a humble pet to my master and allowing me to live is rewarding enougth." The former rebel now an obediant slave dancer. Her spirit was broken, made her hatred to him into fear by pleasing him for her life and not to anger her master. Sol began spending most of her days resting against his bloated belly for the slugs pleasure, not showing disgust when he strokes her bare naked skin with his free hand and tail, or placing his large hand around the back of her neck.



During her time as a slave she picked up a view things from the other slaves on how to stay alive and keep her place as Jabba's favourite, keeping her distance from the male crones. She chosed to obey her master's lustful desires when she would spent the full two days with him in a jacuzzi three times his size, dance for his entertainment, continue resting against him when her master wants to enjoy feeling her half naked body against his bulging belly and whenever Jabba would give her a "kiss" she would sit on her knees and lie front against his skin for his slithery toungue to sluber her face.

Jabba had grown fond of his beautiful slave since her submission, even if she showed loyalty with fear the hutt still likes to keep her as his favourite. Sol was well aware that she is Jabba's "pet" when wearing a leash. Sol sat comfurtibly beside her master without making a sound, watching him talk to smugglers and bounty hunters making deals and faearfully not to disturb his moment when listening to music. Jabba would sometimes let her move further about only on his dais and play with his slave with his tail.

During her time of slavery Sol only did was either lay before the hutt or sit up, usually she chose to lay down which was more comfurtible. She had not forgotten about her homeworld Naboo, wanting to see it again after the past few days in Jabba's palace and wanted to escape the horrid place but over time she thought 'what's the point, anywasy?' she learned she wasn't going to succeed and with the collar around her neck chained to the hutt's dais. Jabba had treated her well since she had grown accustumed to his pressence and returned him nothing but pleasure and a bit of loyalty by allowing him to touch her skin, even by means wearing her skinmy bikini outfit.