Fanfic: The Veteran and the New Girl: Slave Jessica Rabbit & Slave Lucy Heartfilia (Chapter VI)

When Lucy awoke the next morning, Jessica Rabbit was gone.

She had stirred awake in the early hours of the morning. As was her custom, she had been awakened by the deep snores of her master. She lay within the ample curl of his enormous tail, her half-naked form forced to lie against its great length, like it was a fleshy, rubbery pillow. Her eyes stirring into focus, Lucy yawned and looked to the other side of Jabba’s dais, expecting to see the familiar but comforting shape of Jessica Rabbit lying on her side before her master, sleeping away as she lay chained before him.

But she wasn’t there.

Jessica Rabbit had disappeared, as if by magic. Her chain was still there but cut in half, the severed links dangling from Jabba’s hand, no longer secured to the neck of the beautiful, voluptuous redhead who had been his personal favorite right-hand slavegirl for months. The court was still sleeping away, lying in their usual drunken slumber after indulging in Jabba’s pleasures about the Sail Barge. Lucy swallowed, suddenly frightened as she huddled against Jabba’s bloated tail. Jessica, her only friend, her mentor, the only one who had made her feel some kind of safe in Jabba’s Palace, was gone. Without a word, she had just…vanished.

When Jabba had awakened, he had fallen into such a fury as Lucy had never seen before. He had summoned Bib Fortuna and his Gamorrean guards, roaring as he berated them for their failure. His rage exploded, causing the Hutt to violently pull on Lucy’s leash, taking his rage out on his remaining throne slave. Lucy gasped as she was hauled backward, landing on her side before Jabba’s belly, gasping in distress as she grasped desperately at her collar. It bit into her neck, strangling her as she thrashed and kicked at the dais for purchase. As her face turned purple with lack of air, she gagged out, squealing: “M-m-master…p-p-please–urk…ah…ack!”

Jabba ignored her, continuing to throttle Lucy, her choked cries drowned out by his own booming voice. He pointed one fat finger at his gathered minions and roared, spittle flying from his warted maw, “YOU FOOLS! IDIOTS! INCOMPETENTS! How could THIS have happened?! You mean to tell me she vanished?! Slipped out from under our noses?! Escaped MY PALACE?! EVADED ALL OF YOU?! WHAT DO I PAY YOU PEOPLE FOR?!”

Fortuna said nothing, knowing better than to beg for Jabba’s mercy. There would be none offered. Lucy continued to gag and thrash in front of Jabba’s belly, wheezing desperately for air, her skirts flapping around. She was ignored by the court, as the Gamorreans fell to their knees, begging for forgiveness from their master. “Forgive us, my lord!” One squealed, clasping his green hands together. “Please, have mercy!”

“I am NOT in a forgiving mood today!” Jabba’s fist slammed down on his trapdoor button. The Gamorreans scattered, the one on his knees not so lucky. He fell with a squeal of terror, his hand scraping the edge of the pit as he tried to hold on, to no avail naturally. Jabba’s dais rumbled forward as he leered cruelly downward. His grip on Lucy’s chain finally loosened and Lucy took a gasp of air, filling her aching lungs as she coughed and sputtered. She cringed as she heard the echo of the rancor’s roar below, followed by the savage crunch of bones and the wet snap of ripping flesh as the beast tore the poor guard apart. Fortuna remained stoic as always, while the other Gamorreans paled visibly as they stared through the grating, knowing that any of them could have died just then.

Jabba gave a grunt of satisfaction. He reached down and stroked Lucy’s pigtails, making her shudder as he played with them, his rage slightly abated. “I want my slave back!” He barked at his assembled minions, his tail thumping behind Lucy’s legs angrily. “There’s no way she could have gotten far. Search the palace! Scour the desert! FIND HER!” He slammed his fist against his armrest again, rattling his tank of paddy of frogs beside him. His Gamoreans wisely scattered, Bib Fortuna bowing one last time to Jabba with due reverence before following after them, disappearing into the tunnels of Jabba’s Palace to try and find the missing Jessica.

Lucy was left all alone.

She swallowed hard, her throat still aching, burning, from the harsh treatment her master had given her. Her eyes scanned her surroundings, cringing as she saw a sea of unfriendly faces watching from the shadows. The environment of Jabba’s Palace had always been disgusting and full of nightmarish aliens but now with Jessica gone, the environment seemed even more horrifying. Alien creatures festered throughout the throne room, lurking in alcoves and corners, glittering eyes, drooling fangs, and slithery tentacles lurking. All of them eyed her with hunger or lust, perhaps wondering if Jabba would let them have a go at the pretty, pigtailed blonde Jabba kept leashed to him. Lucy became painfully aware she was the only human in this place now. Jessica had gone. She had been abandoned, left to rot as a plaything of the Hutt.

Salacious Crumb hopped onto the side of the dais and screeched at her, mocking her with his trademark cackle. The Hutt’s court jester reached up, with his dexterous, clawed fingers, and seized a handful of Lucy’s dangling pigtails. He pulled hard, and Lucy was tugged sideways with a yelp. She gritted her teeth, arms flailing desperately as she was forced to Crumb’s ugly little face from the force of the yank. Salacious laughed in her face before giving her a kiss on the lips. Lucy gagged and pulled back, Salacious cackling as he released her pigtail. He scrambled away over Jabba’s tail, looking for more mischief to engage in across the palace.

Jabba turned his full attention to Lucy now. Lucy gulped, feeling very, very small indeed, both mentally and physically, before her loathsome master. Before, while the situation had been frightening, she had at least had Jessica as a source of comfort, able to help her and guide her through the turbulent situations that plagued her new life in Jabba’s Palace. But with Jessica having seemingly vanished into thin air, it was only her and Jabba now. And that thought…that was very, very horrifying indeed.

“M-master…” Lucy squeaked, clasping her hands together, adjusting her pigtails, sitting on her knees before the Hutt. She looked up at him, trying to force back tears, speaking submissively, trying to placate his infamous temper. “I…I had n-nothing to do…n-nothing t-to d-d-do with her d-disappearance m-master! She…she…um…jus-was gone. I didn’t…h-help her…I’m still h-here, aren’t I…? I didn’t…didn’t help her…e-escape!”

The words came out stammering, fearfully. Jabba toyed with the fiber-links of her leash, seeming to enjoy his power over the terrified slave. He laughed and pulled roughly on the leash. Lucy squeaked as she was dragged forward, flopping across Jabba’s bloated gut with a squish, sinking into layers of slime fat. Another jerk of her leash forced her to face her master, looking into his huge, bulging eyes. They seemed to penetrate her very soul, boring right through her. Lucy quivered as she was forced to straddle the huge Hutt, his tail slapping upon the dais. One flabby arm wrapped around, squashing her against his body. Lucy groaned as her tits squashed against Jabba’s front, showering her flowery top in bits of slimy secretions. Jabba licked his chops, Lucy shuddering at the appearance of his enormous tongue, his lips now dripping with milky-white drool.

“I know you didn’t, my pet,” Jabba cooed to her, speaking condescendingly to her in an affable fashion, like one might treat a prized dog. He stroked her blonde hair affectionately, rank fingers toying with her dangling pigtails. His tongue slithered out and licked her face, Lucy gagging as her face was another fresh amount of drool. “Poor Jessica, how could she have escaped my masterly care…? But I now have you, my pet. And now, you will receive my full care and attention. Is that not wonderful? HO HO HO!”

Without warning, Jabba seized Lucy’s top. She gave a yelp as Jabba tore it open with a savage rip of fabric. Her naked tits, smaller than Jessica’s but still quite large and perfectly rounded, bounced free of the remains. Jabba seized each other and squeezed them harshly, licking his lips with a grunt of pleasure. Lucy moaned in horror, even as Jabba’s harsh squeezes sent sparks of unwanted pleasure through her form.

She struggled, but her struggles were weak and Jabba was strong. She couldn’t escape his grasp. Jabba squeezed her, painting her face with sloppy kisses. His fat tail slithered upwards, once again forcing her lips open. With a grunt, Jabba threw her to the dais, amongst the pillows. Lucy tried to crawl away but a savage pull of her leash made her heel. She gagged, choking as her collar bit into her throat, making her head curve backwards, her spine arching from the savage pull of Jabba’s lustful yank.

His tail swatted her ass, making Lucy let out a squeal. Her perky cheeks bounced around, buxom boobs knocking together as Jabba’s tail swept the back skirt aside with a dexterous flick. Jabba admired her naked ass and cunt for a long moment, drooling before he buried his tail inside his prize. He took Lucy from behind, savagely pulling on her leash with two hands like handling a pair of reins.

He was not gentle. He fucked Lucy from behind, tail repeatedly slamming into her as he rumbled in pleasure. Lucy gagged and sputtered, all her thoughts being overwhelmed by the savage beast currently spearing her through. Spittle flew from her lips, the echo of wet flesh-on-flesh echoing through the room. Jabba fucked her brutally, taking on his rage and lust on her in equal measure.

And Lucy came to understand, truly, what fate awaited her as Jabba’s slave now. The sole outlet for his desires.

Oh Jessica…why did you leave me?? Lucy thought in despair before Jabba orgasmed inside her, his roar of delight echoing in her ears, and totally overwhelmed by all that had occurred, Lucy passed out.