The dancer in the dungeon: epilogue

Just a little something, hope you enjoy the ending! Contains references to my other story, "Motherhood jitters" so read that if you're confused by certain things present.

Roughly two years after the events of ROTJ…

Leia sighed as she walked through the empty palace, the gates having been left open for over a year. She wore military fatigues and practical boots over a bodysuit that covered all but her head, a stark contrast to the revealing and pleasure-based attire she had worn as a slave girl. She turned on a little flashlight, looking around the palace as she spoke into a little comlink.

"The palace appears to be empty. I'm just having a look around." Leia said as she walked through the hallways.

"Your highness, this could be dangerous." Said a voice over her comlink. "The Jawas have been spotted here before, and other scavengers could be nearby. If they find you-"

"Don't worry captain, I'm prepared." Leia said as she walked through the palace, a blaster at her side. "Just contact my husband. Make sure Jacen and Jaina are all right?"

"At once, your highness." The voice said as the comlink shut off with a crackle.

Leia walked through the empty palace, the contents having been stolen over a year ago. She remembered everything. The smells, the feeling of fear, the exposure, the humiliation…so why was she coming back here?

"To overcome my fears." she thought. "If all the subconscious fear I felt wearing those…diapers…have taught me anything, it's that I haven't been able to truly overcome my fears. My trauma."

Leia thought back to about 9 months ago, when she had given birth to her twin babies Jacen and Jaina. Her lochia, postnatal bleeding, had required her to wear huge, padded, frozen diapers for a few weeks after birthing her son and daughter, to ensure that her bleeding stayed under control and the puffiness of her vulva had went down. Diapers that you had to soak in water and soothing soaks and freeze. Diapers that she had to wear day and night while she lay down and did the minimum amount of physical activity, having to be checked and changed just like the two infant children she had given life to. Diapers…that reminded her too much of Jabba's Palace. Rystall and Han had helped her get used to wearing the diapers without shame, but she felt she needed a little more closure. Leia had decided on returning to Jabba's Palace as soon as she was healthy enough to do so, and both Han and Rystall supported her in doing so. Han was taking care of their babies, allowing her to leave them with a clear conscience, although she was still worried, as most new mothers would be. She wanted absolution. She wanted closure. She wanted to ensure Jabba would never bother her in her nightmares again.

"And I'm going to get it…" she mumbled to herself. "…for me and for her."

She walked into the throne room and looked around, taking in the sights. The palace was empty and no one was there. Everything of value had been looted by Jawas and Sandpeople, and neither of them had wanted to stay because of some superstition about the 'souls of the Bo'marr monks' who supposedly lived there still. She looked at the throne, where she had spent the majority of her time in the palace. The trapdoor had been destroyed, ripped apart just like most of the machinery in the palace.

"I'm back, 'master'." Leia said to no one in particular, acid in her voice and she pulled off her jacket. "You miss me?"

She undid her belt and unzipped her undershirt, exposing her bra and her firm breasts.

"You liked these, didn't you?" Leia said in a mocking tone as she lifted her breasts, now bigger than they used to be from the milk she had produced for her children. "And they're even plumper than when you owned me."

Leia pulled at the jacket, twirling to get it off like it was a poisonous snake and throwing it to the ground.

"You wanted to enjoy these for the rest of my life, didn't you? Just like you did that innocent girl you used to own?"

She pulled off her undershirt, smirking at the bas-relief of Jabba and his slave girls.

"Well, enjoy the look of them, because you can't have them." Leia said as she unzipped her pants, bending over with her rear to the carving. "They're the property of me and me alone. Only my husband and my babies can touch them. They will be used to give life to my babies as nature intended, not give you perverse pleasure as you intended."

Leia kicked off her pants and undid her bra, kicking it aside and putting her hands on her hips as her large, firm breasts stood out, her nipples hardening in the cold air. She then slid her panties off of her long, slender legs and kicking them aside, standing fully naked for a moment before she reached into her bag and slid a certain garment over her crotch.

"And you can't humiliate me with the memories of anything you used against me anymore." She said as she stood before the bas-relief. "See?"

Leia stood before the carving in nothing but a huge, padded diaper soaked in witch hazel and soothing fluid, pre-frozen for relief of swollen vaginal flesh. It was the last of the postnatal sanitary garments she had in her medical bag. She didn't need them anymore, but she brought this one to the palace to give herself just that one little bit of strength she needed, the pride of wearing something that brought her such shame.

"I wore these diapers willingly, just like I wore your bikini, since it was either the bikini or my birthday suit. And I already used your sexist bikini to make love to my husband on our goddess-blessed wedding night, so you can't scare me with your lingerie from hell anymore." Leia said as she smiled, walking towards the carving of Jabba on the wall in nothing but her frozen diaper. "I'm keeping the bikini and all its parts, to wear for my husband in the privacy of our home only when I want to and never any other time. I'm not scared of you, and that poor girl you murdered shouldn't be scared of you wherever she is now."

Leia smiled as she looked at Jabba's carving, stroking it mockingly as she wore only the huge padded diaper. This felt a lot better than she was willing to admit, almost dominatrix-like, and it boosted her confidence tenfold.

"I'm leaving now, 'master." She said, kissing it with a smirk as her bare breasts pressed against the cold stone. "I'm going back home to my apartment, not your throne, your dungeons or your pleasure room. And I'm going to strip naked for my husband, not for you. And I'm going to make love to him all night long and through to the morning, of my own free will. I'm going to use contraceptives because I birthed my lovely twins Jacen and Jaina 9 months ago and I'm going to be on top of my husband Han Solo in the cowgirl position all night long because he respects me enough to make love to me consensually the way I want it and in the position I want, not just take me whenever and however he wants like an uncivilized rapist, like you would have done if I stayed here."

Leia lashed out with her blaster and shot the carving several times, wearing nothing but her icy diaper, destroying the entire carving and then hurling the rocks away with her bare hands, growling like a wild animal. When she was done, she stood in her huge, padded diaper, panting and wheezing, her large breasts heaving with every breath.

"How does it feel that the smuggler who cost you so much money is now my husband, 'master'?" She asked with a smirk as she stood there in nothing but her ballooning diaper. "Because it feels great to me now."

"Your highness, is something wrong?" a voice said over her comlink, shaking her out of the mood. "We heard blaster fire, I hope nothing is the matter."

"No Captain, I'm fine. Just letting off a little steam." Leia said as she walked over to her bodysuit. "I'm coming back up now."

The half-naked Princess stripped off her huge, padded diaper and threw it into the Rancor Pit with the force of a shot put competitor, pulling her bra and panties back on and then stepping back into her bodysuit and jacket. Leia then walked back out of the palace, the weight finally off of her mind as she turned and looked back one last time.

"Goodbye, Oola." She said with a sad look in her lovely, chocolate-brown eyes. "I wish I could have saved you, too. We could have been such good friends…"

Leia left the palace, silence replacing the sound of her voice. The palace was empty, not one person left alive. However, if anyone was there, they could have heard the soft padding of a dancer's bare feet, and seen the soft green glow emanating from an alcove. And they could have heard the voice whispering in the shadows.

"Thank you, Princess." The voice saidas a lovely green spirit, naked and proud, slowly floated towards the stars. "Now I am truly free."

The end.

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