Not for Prying Eyes.

Enslaved.

This is basically a retelling of another one of my star wars fanfics titled 'What If' but I've rewritten it slightly so it can be read as a stand alone. But please consider reading my other fic 🥺🙏 and I hope you enjoy:

"I'm not wearing that!" Leia protested as one of the guards threw an outfit that was little more than undergarments into her arms.

With a press of a button attached to the belt of the guard, Leia doubled over in pain as the shock collar round her neck activated and sent volts running through her entire body. As much as Leia had been trained herself to absorb pain emotionally and physically in part to do her part for the rebellion, the agony the collar enduced upon her was the second most painful blow she had been delt in her whole life, coming in a close second behind Han's imprisonment in carbonite.

In the few seconds the collar was active, Leia had collapsed to the floor panting and hissing in pain which felt like an entirely before she finally regained her senses and she was looking back up at the guard who sneered at her before kicking her in the face so she fell backwards into the cell.

"Jabba requests a special performance of all dancers first thing tomorrow - so you best be really for him otherwise I will not hesitate to give you another jolt!"

With that, the bars of the cell fell down and promptly locked as the laughing guard followed the other soldiers who were patroling the slave cells.

Recovering from her bout of pain to launch herself at the bars, Leia was about to let out a rage filled outburst at the guard even though if she thought it through she would just receive another jolt, when a hand clasped her shoulder to prevent her from doing so.

"I wouldn't resist, newbie, it's not worth it."

Leia turned to look at who was speaking and to get a good look at the cell she had just been thrown into. Like most prison cells, it was dimly lit and had something rancid lingering around but it was not as stingy as she had originally believed. There were a few blankets and pillows skewn about on the sandy floor and a few decorations lines the wall. Small boxes of what looked like costumes and jewelry littered the edges with an assortment of makeup flowing out of one particular container. It was a circular chamber with a modest aura of comfort, at least at first glance.

There were only ten other occupants, all females of different species but with two fundamental things connecting them all - they were all adorned in skimpy, revealing garments that left little to the imagination, and they were beautiful. They did not look like typical prisoners, though they all had chains connected to them and their faces were sollem.

The person who had pulled her away from the bars was a Twi'lek with pale skin, almost like that of a pearl, who looked at her with a concerned look.

"So your Jabba's new favourite?" She asked softly, almost with pity as she wrapped her arms round her middle like she was either shy or intimidated by Leia's presence.

"My name is Leia." She replied, not knowing how to react to that title.

"Lyn Me," the Twi'lek greeted her with an incline of her head before she turned and gestured to the costume the guard had thrown at her, "You'll get used to it after a while..."

As Lyn Me went to pick it up, Leia backed away from it, shaking her head in protest as the other skimpy slaves either looked on in amusement, watched her sympathetically or tried to ignore her altogether.

"No no no no no, I am not putting that on-" Leia held her hand out even though she was too drained to do anything.

Seeing the new girl begining to panic and having just seen her been violently electrocuted, Lyn decided to take a step back to give Leia her space.