I do not own Star Wars, Jabba the Hutt, Oola, or Porcellus. All credit goes to George Lucas for his character and his universe.

Ch. 1 – Taster's Choice

"You call this food" Jabba roared throwing the pasty in his pudgy hand into the floor its jelly filled contents splattered across the floor. The hutt lords copper eye's contracted dangerously glinting with anger as they focused on his unfortunate servant.

Porcellus could do little more than stand there, knee's shaking, as he felt the once chattering crowd of denizens in Jabba's throne room go quiet and all eyes turn on him. He heard their murmurs and whispers but kept his balding head bent to the ground, not wanting to meet his masters seething gaze. He knew he stood over the covering of the rancor pit and if he annoyed Jabba much further the next meal he would serve would be to the terrible monster bellow.

For Jabba's chef, Porcellus, this was not an entirely new experience. Since his "employment" here in this desert palace he had become used to being abused and underappreciated, living with the constant fear that the next time he displeased his master would be his last. His food was always the brunt of criticism and often accused of being poisoned. Thinking back on it now, Porcellus realized what a miracle it was that he was still alive.

The horrible slug's eye's narrowed on him and though he didn't dare meet them, he could still feel their glare burning a hole in his perspiring bald head. "You seek maybe to do me ill?" the rumbling voice accused and he saw the hutt's chubby right arm move to hover over the switch that would open the trapdoor beneath him.

"Never!" Porcellus suddenly cried dropped to his knee's clasping his hands pleading together. "How… how can I prove my goodwill" he begged.

Jabba only laughed, a sound like a bantha being gutted-slowly. "We'll let my lovely prove" the bloated slug said dragging on the long chain he held. From the dais beside him the bound and beautiful green twi'lek slave responded obediently to the tug of her leash moving to her master's command. Porcellus knew her as Oola, and his breath caught as he watched her crawl sensually from her spot at the end of Jabba's throne, her exotic body drawing his eyes like a magnet.

The poor slave girl had been brought here several months as a gift for Jabba. He remembered when she had first arrived, innocent and frightened abused by the hutt lord and his minions in the most horrible of ways. By the end of the first week she had leashed to Jabba's throne, hopeless and defeated as the slug's personal pet. Porcelluse's had felt enormous empathy for her situation, and since her first day in the palace, he would come to the throne room every evening so he could watch her dance. He had snuck her food as the hutt gave her almost none, and though neither could understand each other's language her face always showed her appreciation.

He had tried to converse with her a few times, sheepishly attempting to use some forms of sign language to communicate. He only had a few moments ever alone wither, when he brought food to the harem to hand to the girls. Sometimes she would be with the other slaves practicing her performance for the next upcoming party. She found his antics funny and despite her situation she would often smile at his over-exaggerated gesture and each time it would make his heart soar.

His amorous attentions to Oola had not gone unnoticed by Jabba, and the hutt had taken a special interest in abusing twi'lek slave in front of Porcellus. The hutt was a sadistic monster and his subjects were always his favorite toys to torture.

Porcellus tried to look away, feeling some guilt for staring at the poor girl, knowing she got the same attention all day from Jabba and his goons. His heart went out to her, knowing full well some of the things Jabba did to his "pets". He had been trapped in this hellish palace for almost a year now and had seen many of Jabba's favorites come and go from his dais, sold or fed to the terrible monster below. Oola had only been enslaved for little more than a month, but Porcellus still had no desire to think of all the perversions Jabba and his goons had subjected her to already.

Porcellus watched as Oola was pulled up against her master, forced to crawl up his slimy side and stand beside him as Jabba hooked his right flabby arm around her slender waist. He cringed with her as the hutt extended his thick slimy tongue and ran it across her soft face, his arm gliding over her soft green flesh to grope her firm cheeks of her luscious backside. Oola moaned with disgust as the hutt squeezed her ass and pressed her body close to his, reveling in the delicious taste of his dancer.

She turned her head away and her eyes suddenly met Porcelluse's for a moment. The chubby chef felt his heart skip a beat she stared at him for a few seconds, a curious look on her delicate face. Her eyes were pleading but Procellus could not tell if she was begging for his help or begging for him not to watch. Either way, his face flushed and the fear he had felt before replaced by hot jealously and anger at seeing her treated this way.

They continued to gaze at each other until the wondrous moment was interrupted as Jabba gave a sharp tug on her chain and force her attention back on her master. Releasing her leash for a moment the hutt reached over to the plate of food next to his throne scooping a handful of vegetable crepes into his pudgy fist and bringing it close to Oola's lips making it clear that he wished for her to eat it. Apprehensively she glanced from the stuffing back to her master and with visible distaste began to lick the crepes for his slimy hand.

Everyone in the room except Porcellus seemed to laugh at the girl's obedience, murmurs and sexist comments passing through the crowd that Procellus refused to listen to. When he had first arrived he had many long conversations with his friend and fellow slave, Yarna D'gal, about why Jabba kept women chained to his throne. What she had told him had both disgusted and fascinated him, especially when they discussed how the hutt broke his girls to his will. He could still remember each word the wizened dancer had given him…"Those not born into slavery will usually resist at first but they all eventually submit to him. A few even come to enjoy his 'attention'."

Porcellus had trouble believing any women could find pleasure in the bloated slug, but he had been witness to how quickly they lost their will to resist him. Now Oola, who had for many weeks refused to even dance for Jabba and his throng, was beginning to show signs of resignation to her new life as Jabba's sex toy. He look up at the semi-naked dancer, feeling an enormous amount of pity and longing as she continued lap the food from the fetid hand of her master.

Her soft tongue ran across Jabba's wrinkled palm licking the last green goop from his hand. Jabba, however, was not quite finished and immediately pressed his fingers to her mouth pushing them past her moist red lips. Whimpering quietly Oola began to suck the remaining residue from his bloated appendages, working each like a thick phallus, an activity she had obviously become accustom to since her arrival at Jabba's palace.

Despite himself, Porcellus could not help but imagine the pretty twi'lek sucking between his legs, that pretty face bobbing up and down on his hard knob instead of the disgusting slug's fingers. At the thought he felt his member stiffen in his pants, adjusting himself quickly and praying no one would notice.

She went from finger to finger licking and sucking slowly one each one until Jabba was satisfied pulling it from her pursed lips, a string saliva still connecting the two. Obviously aroused by her performance Jabba kept her near pressing her against himhis eyes glinting hungrily over the soft curves of her body. Porcellus could tell that the poor girl in his grasp had seen this look before, her face turning to a mask of fear and disgust, shaking her head and trying to vainly to push herself away as Jabba moved her face closer to his. The hutt lord suddenly extended his scum coated tongue, the slimy appendage sliding easily from his mouth and across Oola's lovely face. She groaned in disgust as the hutt lathered her with his affections

Porcellus could barely watch and wanted nothing more than to throne out of the throne room. Thankfully Jabba's next order finally allowed him to leave.

"Bring me something live and untouched" Porcellus was relieved that he had survived and prepared to hurry back to the kitchen. "Oh…and bring what you prepare to the pleasure room, my pet and I have business to attend to…"