![]() ![]() Hidden deaf and dumb servants entered to remove the body. “I appreciate you finding your way to my chamber to keep me from necrophilia.” Jabba rolled the body off his dais. He humped the flaccid body once more, receiving no response, then withdrew his penis, soaked in Twi’lek blood. “She’s dead, Jabba.” Boba Fett said, sotto voce. Jabba was patient enough to seem nonchalant and continued to studiously plough the limp Twi’lek. Perhaps it was his statement issuing the public dismemberment of the blind pirate, or the absence of the rebel princess from his person. Jabba was annoyed, but curious as to why Boba Fett chose this moment to remind him. A statement on multiple layers indicating that he was an independent agent, and that he had the ability to threaten Jabba should the need arise, and that he was often the hand of the most dangerous man in the universe. This was a statement from the galaxy’s most feared bounty hunter. His member, on the other hand, bloated and swollen through the years, infected with a series of xenootic infections, became riddled with scars and pustules, thick and long as a human forearm, he kept it hidden beneath his belly.īoba Fett remained calm and composed as he entered the Hutt’s private chamber. But Jabba had maintained being male throughout most of his life, either due to his frequent drug use, the scars and injuries during the Clone War, or through deep psychological preference rooted in dominance, Jabba’s female gonads had given up life a long time ago. Hutts were bidirectional sequential hermaphrodites, choosing sex in different stages of their lives. Unfazed, and yet unsatisfied, Jabba had been continuing to pummel her with his member. Salacious Crumb had cackled a loud annoying shrill as he fisted the empty eye pockets of the dead Twi’lek, when the rare ruby sex slave passed out. ![]() Unfortunately, her husband’s head had been picked off by the monkey lizard. Jabba courteously allowed her to see her husband’s face while he took her virginity. The slave had long since passed out, first from seeing her husband’s head being roasted over the pit, then from the three hours of hammering from behind. Jabba looked up from his red Twi’lek slave. While a handful of people could navigate these chambers on their own, no one dare to bother him. The fact that Jabba was in his private chambers, sent a clear message that he did not wish to be disturbed. It was designed to be a maze, as Jabba made it clear that it was he who granted an audience under timed circumstances on his own conditions. Jabba's private chamber was accessed through a series of interlocking corridors. ![]()
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