Aroused by his pet Twi'leks dancing, Jabba pulls on Oola's leash commanding his slave to return to him. Realizing what her master desires, Oola pulls back on her leash. Begging her master to allow her to continue dancing. At first Jabba is amused by his pet's resistance, viewing it as a form of foreplay. But as Oola continues to defy his command Jabbas anger grows. Jabba raises his fist preparing to feed his favorite pet to his other favorite pet.

Suddenly the sound of blaster fire can be heard coming from the hallway. Jabbas fist stops just short of pushing the button as he watches a bounty hunter leading Chewbacca on a leash into his throne room. With her master distracted Oola removes herself from the center of the room. Once the terms of the bounty hunters payment had been agreed to Jabba pulls on Oolas leash. Realizing how close she came to death Oola offers no resistance.

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The aliens of the court stood, excited mummers echoing through the crowd of depraved and debauched aliens as they gathered around the edges of the dance floor. The lights were dimmed, spotlights illuminating the dance floor. The crowd hooted and hollered, working themselves quickly into a frenzy as the pounding beat of Lapti Nek echoed through Jabba's throne room, the Max Rebo band conjuring up a sultry tune for Rogue to dance to. Behind Rogue, Jessica Rabbit smirked silently at the X-Man, her glossy red lips sparkling in the ambient glare of the spotlights. Jabba waved his hand at the dance floor, his tail nudging against Rogue's booted feet to nudge her to begin her dance for him.

But Rogue was defiant. She clutched her hands into fists and thrust a finger in Jabba's face. "If ya'll think ahm gonna shake my ass fer' ya, Jabba, yer' dead wrong!" She snarled through clenched teeth, trying to muster as much dignity as she could despite being scantily clad and on a leash. "Ah'm sure one o' yer' many whores will provide!"

Jabba sneered at Rogue's defiance. "If you refuse to dance, then I will seek entertainment elsewhere," He rumbled, toying with the links of her chain in his sausage-like fingers. "Perhaps your boyfriend, Gambit, will suffice to be thrown to the rancor, ho ho ho!"

Rogue's heart sank as Oola's unfortunate demise went through her brain. She pictured Gambit replacing Oola, being dropped into the pit, blind and helpless, before being devoured by that monster below. All while she had to watch. She gritted her teeth and answered Jabba with action. She leaped defiantly off the edge of the dais, grabbing the links of her chain so she wouldn't trip over them, her skirts briefly flaring up, allowing Jabba a look at her cunt and the court a view of her magnificent ass. The court whooped and hollered, mockingly blowing kisses at the enslaved superheroine as Rogue slowly sashayed onto the dance floor, the chain spooling through her hands back to Jabba, who kept a tight grip on it. Jabba leaned forward, his tail thumping eagerly on his dais as Rogue took center stage on the dance floor.

Rainbow Quartz and Blue Diamond fell in, moving side by side next to Rogue, Quartz on her left, Diamond on her right. Rainbow Quartz blew kisses at the crowd, teasing them with her sultry personality, especially Ree Yees who sat his usual table, drinking from a glass of ale. Rogue shot a glare at the two women before she thrusted her own chain over her head. She span the links around her body, the cold metal links weaving around her nubile waist, tugging the links upward, yanking them between her enormous tits. Rogue, though bereft of actual sexual experience thanks to her mutant power, was a talented seductress and had been enough of a tease during her team with the X-Men to know, more or less, what Jabba wanted.

She winked at the repulsive Hutt, trying to pretend she was doing a striptease for Gambit instead a slimy slug. Jabba cooed as Rogue shimmied her arms above her head, shimmying them like serpents, hypnotizing the audience with her moves. She grabbed the links of her own chain with her teeth, yanking them between her tits before crushing her huge breasts together around the metal links. The audience groaned, men rubbing their bulging erections and fantasizing about their cocks in place of the tits, drooling at the thought of Rogue giving them a titjob.

Rainbow Quartz and Blue Diamond matched her movements, the more experienced dancers easily falling into step with Rogue, shaking their asses back and forth, the skirts dancing across their waists and legs, earning cheers from the audience. Blue Diamond unhooked her bra, her big blue breasts bouncing free of their confines and held the bra over her head. She threw it into the audience, the aliens bouncing on it and beginning to fight over it like a pack of wamp rats. Blue Diamond giggled and spun to the edges of the dance floor, blowing a kiss in one alien's face and tickling another's chin. One man lurched forward, making a drunken grab for her but Diamond stopped him short, planting a heel on his chest and shoving him back into the crowd. She spun out of reach, nimbly avoiding the grasping hands and tentacles as she pranced back to the dance floor.

Rainbow Quartz danced alongside Rogue for a few more moments, adding her own playful moves to the spectacle by leaping over Rogue's long chain like a jump rope and thrusting her pelvic region at the crowd. She then cartwheeled, hand over hand, to the long table where Ree Yees sat. Ree Yees clutched his drink in anticipation, his heart hammering as the beautiful pink girl leaped onto the table. Backlit by the spotlights, Quartz strode across the table, making sure to sway her hips left and right, her ass and tits jiggling with each step. She towered over Ree Yees and snatched the drink from his hands once again. Fluttering her four eyes, she planted her bare foot in the drink, soaking it with ale before shoving her foot in his face. Ree Yees panted like a dog, opening his mouth and Quartz shoved her foot inside. Ree Yees tongue swished over her toes, licking them clean of the ale, Quartz laughing at him as she watched him suck her foot, jealous aliens watching from the sidelines, wondering why Ree Yees was such a favorite of Rainbow Quartz.

Lapti Nek reached its pulsating climax and Rogue flourished her chain about herself, snapping and whipping it around, its links clanking against the stone floor as she sensed the dance number coming to an end. She kicked one leg high in Jabba's direction, imagining she was kicking him through the roof, Jabba groaning as Rogue's high kick turned him on greatly. At last, Rogue yanked on her own chain, pulling herself forward and landing on her knees, prostrating herself before Jabba's dais. Lapti Nek came to an explosive climax, men whooping and cheering as they clapped for Rogue. Rogue, stained with sweat, began to rise to rejoin Jabba on his throne but suddenly, Jabba barked a new command,

"Ah!" Jabba said excitedly, not wanting the entertainment to end too soon. He waved his hand eagerly, Rogue grunting as he tugged on her chain, slobbering over himself. "Do that again!"

The Max Rebo band quickly switched to a new song, this one the loud and obnoxious 'Jedi Rocks'. They blew on trumpets and pounded a drum as Sy Snootles screeched into her microphone, her voice echoing through the chamber. Rogue huffed, wiping sweat off her brown, getting increasingly irate but she rose, thinking of Gambit and knowing she had little choice. Glaring at Jabba, she jumped back to the dance floor, grasping her chain with two hands and launched into a second dance number. She spun and thrusted her tits at the perverted audience, grabbing her leash and falling backwards, supported by Jabba's grip on the taunt lead as she craned her whole body backwards before snapping back up, rocking herself forward using the chain's momentum.

Rainbow Quartz and Blue Diamond scampered off the dance floor, being replaced by She-Hulk and Eda Clawthorne. Eda grinned as she shook her body around, shimmying her ass with a piece of pink cloth. She-Hulk flipped her hair and did several supermodel poses before the two scampered in step with Rogue. They pranced around him, circling Rogue like orbiting moons. Rogue adopted a stoic, neutral face, cheeks flushing as she fumed from the obnoxious music and the humiliation she was forced to do. As she pranced this way and that to the beat of the music, her temper rose. How dare Jabba do this to her? How dare he?

Meanwhile, in the corner Double Trouble and Peekablue had decided to join in the fun in their own way. They danced through the crowd, teasing drunken louts before reaching an alien in an alcove. The two jumped right on top of the lucky alien, peppering him with kisses and licks before Double Trouble grabbed Peekablue. With a grin, Double Trouble forced Peekablue to the man's cock and they began to suck the alien off, the alien's erect cock being shoved down Peekablue's throat. Grinning deeply, Double Trouble slapped Peekablue's ass before beginning to fuck them in the ass, Peekablue sandwiched between two bodies as they blew the alien and were fucked from behind at the same time.

Rogue spun away from Jabba, moving between She-Hulk and Eda. Glowering, she whipped her chain, making an audible crack over the din of the pounding music. Jabba's lust rose to an apex by the defiant gesture and he made a groan, his tail wiggling. Unable to help himself any longer, he PULLED harshly on the chain, trying to drag Rogue off of the dance floor and back to his side to have his way with her. "Come to me, my beauty!" He boomed as he tugged eagerly on her chain.

Rogue was tugged forward, emitting a strangled cry as Jabba pulled on her chain. She took one look at the drooling monster who held her tether and decided that she wasn't going to give in so easily. She angrily grabbed her own chain with two hands and hauled back on it, her arms straining as she began a tug of war with Jabba.

"Let go a' me, ya' fat bastard!" Rogue snarling, grunting and gasping as she pulled desperately on her chain, attempting to wrench it from Jabba's hands. With her powers, Jabba was stronger than her and her attempts to resist his pull were clearly futile. She was slowly reeled forward, her boots dragging across the slick, dusty floor. Rogue PULLED desperately on her chain, wrenching on its links. Jabba grew increasingly irate as she continued to defy him, the slavegirls around the court making commentary.

"Little brat," Eda hissed from the sidelines. "What does she think she's doing?"

"I hope she continues!" Quartz clapped her hands together, giggling. "She'll end up like Oola at this rate, stupid girl..."

"But then we won't have a new harem sister," Blue Diamond moaned, clapping her hands to her cheeks. "Doesn't she know what she's doing, stupid bitch?!"

She-Hulk huffed and crossed her arms. "Well, let's see what happens. The master looks angry though...and we all know that look!"

Jabba's temper was infamous, the Hutt able to go from jolly and charming to explosively angry at the drop of a hat. Defiance of him was one easy way to set him off and now, he snarled angrily, spittle flying from his lips as Rogue continued to resist him. He had already ended up in a similar situation with Oola the day before, now history it seemed was repeating itself to infuriate him. "Foolish girl!" Jabba boomed angrily, before SLAMMING one fat fist on the button beside his throne. "Die!"

Rogue realized too late what was happening. The music came to a stop as the trapdoor opened under Rogue's feet. Quartz and Diamond gasped, covering their mouths and looking at each other, surprised Jabba had actually gone that far again, especially with a new slave. Eda just smiled darkly, while She-Hulk clapped in delight and said, "Oh boy, I called it!"

Rogue yelped, feeling the world drop away beneath her. Only her reflexes save her. She grabbed onto the chain, using it as a makeshift rope and thrusted out her legs and hands. She dangled above the darkness below, her skirts swaying about, her chain running taunt back to Jabba. She clawed at the edge of the pit awkwardly, making nail marks in the stone, gritting her teeth as she held on for dear life. Eda and She-Hulk jeered at her, joining the volley of mocking insults being thrown her way from the crowd, while Quartz and Diamond went fearfully silent, their multicolored skins turning a darker shade out of fear.

Eda turned to the crowd and called, "Someone kick the bitch in!" Rogue's eyes widened as she held on, feeling her grip was slipping. She screamed as her feet and hands came loose. She instinctively grabbed her chain with both hands, gagging as her collar dug into her neck. She swung over empty space, as a roar echoed from below. Rogue looked down, her grip tightening as she saw the hideous form of the rancor below. It swiped at her, barely missing Rogue, who remained *just* out of reach.

Rogue looked up, to the open trapdoor above. She gritted her teeth, seeing that Jabba hadn't let go of her chain yet. Determined, Rogue used what she had been taught in the Danger Room. Hand over hand, like climbing a rope, she clambered upward, one link at a time. She put all her mindset to the task at hand, trying to focus through the roars of the rancor below. The rancor grabbed at her but Rogue kept going, managing to stay out of its reach. At last, miraculously, Rogue climbed out of the pit, emerging over the side. Gasping and panting, she crawled onto the dance floor, falling onto her arms and knees before Jabba's dais. The crowd around her muttered and whispered, all eyes turning to Jabba.

Jabba was silent for a long moment. Then he laughed. His deep, booming voice echoed through the room as he raised one finger and pointed it at Rogue. "I am impressed," Jabba grunted, his good mood returning as he chuckled darkly. "No one has survived a rancor execution before! Ho ho ho...mmm. It seems you are good enough to keep, after all. Join me, my dear."

Rogue narrowed her eyes but didn't protest. Rubbing her sore throat, she slunk off the dance floor and lay before her master, lying on her side among the pillows and blankets before Jabba's heaving mass. The other slavegirls looked at her, perhaps with newfound respect, as the party began to break up. Rogue pursed her lips as she felt Jabba began to settle in for the evening, his slimy tail caressing her legs as the Hutt began to drift off and the court began to wind down for the evening...

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Some hours later, Jabba was fast asleep. Rivers of snot traveled down his gruesome visage, filtering and budding into his bloated rolls of wart-covered fat that support his doughy, blob-like head. His wheezy snores echoed through the throne room, the latest debauched party having sent dregs of Tatooine a drug-fueled slumber. Only one person remained awake: Rogue. She lay before Jabba's heavy belly, her chain still clutched in his grubby hand, his tail slithering over her outstretched legs. Grimacing, Rogue looked around the throne room, her keen eyes penetrating the darkness. She could see that, much like the night she had made her move, all of Jabba's guests appeared to be passed out, having partied themselves into unconsciousness.

Rogue had one thought on her mind: escape. Her close encounter with the rancor had reminded her of how much actual danger she was in. Jabba could send her to her doom with the push of a button and further attempts to fight back might end that way for her. The only recourse would be to submit to his advances and that was something she couldn't fathom doing. She was Rogue, X-Man. She couldn't become a Hutt's plaything for the rest of her days or await rescue from her teammates. It was time to take matters into her own hands.

After another scan of the room to confirm everyone was asleep, Rogue removed her ridiculous boots, which would only serve to be hinderances in her escape. She rose, intending to find a way to disconnect her long chain from Jabba's grasp but as she rose, her bare feet slipped on the slick slime covering the dais, slipping on Jabba's secretions. Rogue gave a wild yelp and tumbled sideways, landing with an 'oof!" on the pillows before her master.

"Going somewhere?" Rogue raised her head as she recovered from her tumble. Slinking out of the shadows beside Jabba's throne came Jessica Rabbit, Jabba's other favorite slave, with Rainbow Quartz and Eda Clawthorne slinking behind her.. Jessica smiled and brushed past her red hair before she leaned close to Jabba's ear. She whispered, with a honey-sickle, sultry tone, "Master..."

"Whoa!" Jabba startled awake, snorting. He blinked and turned, his desire to chide whoever had dared awakened him fading when he saw Jessica by his side. "Ah...Jessica..." Jabba rumbled. His eyes then flicked downward, to see Rogue slumped over on his dais. She glared at him, clutching her collar as Jabba laughed. "Ah, I see. I think its time you were properly punished for your defiance today, my PET."

"What bein' nearly eaten by yer' monster wasn't-HEY!" Rogue yelped as Jabba snatched up her legs and brought her feet to his mouth. "What tha' hell ya'll think yer' doin', creep?!" Her eyes went wide as Jabba's tongue emerged once again from his mouth and began to lick her feet. Rogue yelped, squirming and thrashing on the dais as Jabba's tongue bathed her feet in copious amounts of slime and slobber, the enormous appendage licking them from top to bottom. Jessica watched from the sidelines, smirking deeply amongst the shadows as she watched Rogue squeal and thrash.

Rainbow Quartz and Eda Clawthorne watched as well, enthralled. Rainbow Quartz seemed hypnotized by the gross spectacle, while Eda cackled sadistically. "How's the tongue bath, you little fool?" Eda said mockingly, crossing her arms and grinning at Rogue. "Mmm, I'd trade places with you in an instant, haha! The master knows how to give us such deep delights, mmmm!"

Jabba bathed her feet in his slime, his wicked, probing tongue licking her feet up and down, tracing circles around her teeth and engulfing them from top to bottom again, again, and again, until at last Rogue's feet were drenched in his disgusting secretions. Jabba smiled sadistically and chortled, "You tasted delicious, my pet. Now..." He tugged her chain, forcing Rogue up. She was yanked against him, her tits squashing once again into his mass as Jabba pressed her against his disgusting mass. He drooled over her, secreting slime into her heaving bosom. His tail thrashed beside her before Jabba's tail coiled up her leg, wrapping up and up around her thigh, crawling up her body like a serpent. Quartz and Eda exited the room at a silent command from Jabba, disappearing into the shadows, Eda trailing reluctantly, having wanted to watch, before she vanished after Quartz.

"Hey...g-get off!" Rogue screamed, losing her bravery in the face of what was about to happen. Jabba silenced her with a yank at her collar and his tail found what it sought. He pushed her front lashaa skirt up, exposing her tight cunt and Jabba rumbled in glee. He drooled before his tail spasmed, swollen with lust, and forced itself inside her.

Rogue screamed. She wasn't a virgin but it had been a long time since she had had sex, for obvious reasons. Jabba's tail filled her, body and soul, as it squirmed inside of her, thrashing about as it buried itself into her cunt. Rogue fell forward, gasping, overwhelmed as Jabba's tail began to pump inside of her, bouncing Rogue up and down on his tail like a toy. Her breasts bounced about inside her braissere and Jabba removed the offending bra violently, grabbing it and flinging it aside. Jessica caught the bra, smirking and stroked its edges, watching as Rogue's now bare tits bounced up and down as Jabba continued to fuck her with wanton abandon.

Rogue reeled, gasping, thrashing about on top of his tail. Her bare feet scratched the throne, kicking aside pillows. She was too overwhelmed to fight back. All she could do was scream and squirm, impaled upon the Hutt's mighty member. Jabba continued his assault on her, grabbing her tits and squeezing them, her skirts flaring up and down, the wet noise of flesh on flesh echoing through the throne room. Rogue's massive ass bounced up and down, cheeks clapping together, tits doing much the same as Jabba squeezed and played with them.

Rogue clenched her teeth. Trying to resist. But she couldn't. She threw her head back and let out a scream, a scream as she orgasmed, her body vibrating with intensity as she came on top of her mastery. Jabba came soon after, filling Rogue with his Hutt seed. Panting, Rogue was discarded on his throne, leaking from her orifices, sweaty and disheveled. She stared ahead, eyes wide, still coping with the reality of what had just happened.

Jessica sauntered over, boots clicking on the floor and dropped the bra onto Rogue's quivering body. "The first time with a Hutt is always the best," She purred, climbing up beside Rogue and planting herself on top of Jabba's tail, pushing her own glittery red skirts aside. "Round two, master?"

Jabba chuckled. "Ho ho ho...of course..." And Rogue squeezed her eyes shut, forcing to listen as Jabba's needs were satisfied a second time, shivering as she listened to Jabba fucking Jessica beside her. The nightmare of her situation began to truly dawn on her. She was Jabba's plaything.

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Rogue was carried, yelling and cursing, down the decrepit, dark halls of Jabba's Palace. The Gamorrean ignored her pounding fists on his backside, the pig-man barely even feeling her blows against his hide. The pig-man followed the lithe steps of Double Trouble and Peekablue through the dark, sprawling passageways that composed the underground sanctum of the Hutt, until at last he reached a room with a curtain drawn across it, sparks of light illuminating from within. The Gamorrean ripped aside the curtain with a sweep of his mighty arm and strode inside, Rogue blinking at the sudden bright light.

Her nose wrinkled as the Gamorrean set her down, Rogue yanking herself free from the brute's grasp. She looked around, her eyes widening. The chamber she stood inside was a definitive contrast to the Hutt's dark throne room, with a small pool bubbling in the centre, while blankets and pillows and hookahs decorated the alcoves surrounding her. Several slavegirls stood around her, admiring the newest addition to their ranks. Eda Clawthorne grinned, her lips parting in a cruel grin as she said, "Welcome to the harem, honey. It looks like Jabba has taken a real liking to you, considering he practically slathered you..." She laughed, pointing at the slime staining Rogue's spandex costume and face.

Bathing in the centre of the harem chambers was Rainbow Quartz, cleaning off the slime and ale from her legs and feet. She smiled at Rogue was she entered, rubbing a rag between her wiggling toes, lathering off the secretions that had been put upon her during Jabba's party. She exited the tub, water dripping from her naked form and began to dress, cackling, "Welcome to the harem, Rogue. Don't worry, you won't be here for long!"

Rogue's eyes narrowed in fury and she took a swing at Eda. She punched her in the face and although the blow lacked any superhuman strength behind it, it still sent Eda reeling backward. The other slavegirls broke out laughing and She-Hulk grabbed Rogue in a bear hug, wrapping her big green arms around the fiesty X-Man. "Get OFFA me!" Rogue said, kicking and squirming, to not avail. "Get ya' mitts offa me!"

"She's a fiesty one for sure," Blue Diamond said, preening her nails. "It seems Jabba has his work cut out for her taming her..."

"But you know he likes that," Rainbow Quartz said, the pink alien girl leaning against the wall and adjusting her see-through silken skirts as she dried off. "He has a thing for, shall we say, fiestier girls. Besides, the Goblin Queen will see to her soon enough."

Goblin Queen?! Rogue frozen in She-Hulk's arms, her brown eyes widening in shock. They couldn't mean...

But they did. Striding out of the shadows of the harem chamber, a woman strode out, pushing a curtain aside. She stalked into the room, moving with clear grace and authority. She wore a black cloak, which flapped behind her and an outfit that resembled a dominatrix, wearing a leather corset, long thigh-high steel toe boots, and leather gloves. She held a whip in her gloved hands and smirked darkly, her long red hair framing her cruel features. She strode right up to Rogue, the other girls moving aside to make way for her, and grasped Rogue's cheeks together, giving her a cruel squeeze.

"Well, well, well, what have we here?" Madelyne Pyror said, laughing as she cruelly squeezed Rogue's cheeks, the crinkling of her leather gloved hand echoing through the harem chamber. "My, my, if it isn't Rogue of the X-Men! And what are you doing here, sweetling?"

Rogue shook off the Goblin Queen's hand and snarled at her, "Ah' could ask ya' the same thing, ya' crazy bitch. What in the hell are ya'll doin' in this depraved planet?"

"Isn't that a tale..." The Goblin Queen said, smacking her whip against her palm. "I was battling little Miss She-Hulk here, when a portal opened around us and dumped us in this place. She-Hulk was reconditioned to fit Lord Jabba's debased desires but I felt right at home here. Oh, it took time to win Jabba's trust and affection but now I have the official position as harem mistress. Now I have a new calling: taming rebellious girls such as yourself. And what a treat it is to have YOU here, my dear Rogue. I was expecting something to this effect but I didn't expect you to be so stupid as to attempt a one woman rescue. Mind over matter, the first of which you seem to lack now that your powers are suppressed!"

Rogue's cheeks burned deeply as Madelyne mocked her. She aimed a kick at her, forcing the Goblin Queen back. "So ya' have willingly detained yerself as a servant to a slug," Rogue said, unwilling to give up the verbal sparr to the former supervillain and longtime enemy of the X-Men. "How utterly pathetic! Goblin Queen no more, more like Goblin Slave-"

Madelyne slapped Rogue across the face. The slap was hard and it hurt, knocking Rogue's head back. Her cheek burned, a welt forming there from Madelyne's rubber glove. Madelyne smiled, her eyes flashing dangerously and said, "You're in no position to mock me, Rogue. I will serve as long as it suits me. And right now, it suits me to turn you into a pretty slave that Jabba can have his fun with. I can think of no better fate for one of the longtime thorns in my side! Girls! Strip her!"

Rogue yelped as she was dogpiled by Rainbow Quartz, Blue Diamond, and Eda Clawthorne. Rainbow Quartz grinned as she grabbed Rogue's massive breasts, squishing and mushing them in her hands. Blue Diamond and Eda Clawthorne yanked off Rogue's leather jacket, discarding it like trash. Rogue screamed, punching, kicking against the depraved harem girls but they ignored her attempts to fight back, seemingly just as sadistic and lust-filled as their grotesque master. They ripped her spandex costume apart, tearing chunks of fabric away until they had torn it from Rogue's body. Rogue was left naked save for her boots and blushed deeply, her naked form revealed to the group.

Athletic from years of training as an X-Man, Rogue's body was perfect. She had a slim figure, yet was curvy in the right areas, with thick thighs, large breasts, and of course, a massive ass. She covered her breasts with her hands, flushing deeply as her naked form was exposed to the cool air of the harem. All of the slavegirls whistled and commented on her.

"Nice tits," Eda said, figuring a lock of her grey hair. "I think they're even bigger than mine and She-Hulk's."

"I'd love to have some fun with her," Double Trouble cooed, elbowing Peekablue. "Wouldn't you, darling?"

"Mmm, yes, yes," Peekablue said, drooling and rubbing their hands together. "Most assuredly, my darling..."

The Goblin Queen cracked her whip, making all of the slaves jump. "Silence!" She snapped. "This girl isn't for you to play with. Nor anyone else. None but Jabba himself may touch her. He intends to make her his new favorite..."

"Never!" Rogue snapped, taking a step forward, with as much dignity as she could muster being naked. She met Madelyne's eyes with a fierce snarl and growled, "Ah'll never serve that overgrown greaseball. Never!"

"How cute, she thinks she has a choice," Madelyne raised her whip and Rogue cowered. "Don't make me get ROUGH with you, sweetheart. I would only enjoy it. Dress her."

Rogue was swarmed again, as Eda, Blue Diamond, Rainbow Quartz, Peekablue, and Double Trouble all began to dress her, while She-Hulk ensured the process went smoothly, keeping Rogue under control. Rogue was mortified as the slaves brought her a new outfit to wear, if such a thing could be called an outfit. She grimaced as they fitted her with a metallic braissere, held barely in place by barely there strings that formed an X-shape across her nubile backside. The bra pushed up her breasts, forming a bountiful cleavage, making her breasts appear even larger than they already were. A pair of yellow skirt plates were snapped around her hips, long red lashaa skirts flowing down her front and across her ass. A golden cuff link was snapped over her left wrist, while a serpentine cuff link was slid up her right arm, forming a pleasing asymmetrical look on Rogue's figure. Her boots were plucked off her dainty feet by Rainbow Quartz, replaced with a pair of drab, greenish boots with serpentine designs. She was now dressed in the attire of a dancing slavegirl, her costume's colors echoing her spandex to perhaps humiliate her further, reminding her of what she once had been and now what she was.

Rogue gritted her teeth in abject humiliation, enraged at being dolled up for the Hutt's pleasure like some whore. She didn't notice as Madelyne slid around her back, clutching a long chain and collar in her gloved hands. Madelyne leaned forward and purred in her ear, "Mmm. How ravishing. You'd fit right in at the Hellfire Club. I'm almost tempted to keep you as my own pet. But I think it'll be more than perfect to hand you over to Jabba."

"Go ta' hell!" Rogue snarled at her.

"Oh my, such defiance," Madelyne laughed as she raised the collar but Eda stepped in.

"May I?" Eda say with a grin, wanting to replay Rogue for the punch from earlier. Madelyne smiled and nodded, handing Rogue's collar to Eda.

Eda snapped the collar around Rogue's throat. It clipped around her nubile neck, Rogue jumping as her throat was pinched. Eda cackled and said tauntingly, enjoying the payback she had given Rogue, "Now THAT completes the look, don't you agree?"

The rest of the harem nodded excitedly, whistling and mockingly catcalling Rogue. Rogue gasped, horrified as she saw she was now on a leash like some animal. Before she could protest further, Madelyne yanked on the chain, Rogue gagging as she was tugged forward, the collar biting into her throat.

"It suits you well," Madelyne said before beckoning one gloved finger mockingly. "Now come. Its time to show you off to the master."

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"Ooooooh..."

The sound of Jabba's excited warble filled the room as Rogue was dragged in, her clinking chain announcing her presence. His underlings rose from whatever alcoves they had settled themselves into, drooling over the now scantily clad superheroine as she was dragged into the middle of the room, standing before Jabba. Madelyne Pryor bowed low with an elegant sweep of her cape and cooed,

"May I present to you, Lord Jabba, you newest slavegirl...the lovely Rogue!"

Jabba laughed darkly, his entire retinue parroting his deep, booming laugh as his corpulent voice echoed off the walls. His tail thrashed and slapped against his throne as Madelyne rose and handed the Hutt Rogue's length of chain. Jabba clutched in his pudgy fingers, enjoying the rush of power he got from handling Rogue's slave chain. He tested his authority over her, rumbling his first command to his new slavegirl: "Come to me, my dear. You may join your rightful master."

Rogue crossed her arms, refusing to obey. Jabba was amused her resistance as she glared defiantly at him, refusing to heed his command. Jabba barked, “Come here!” Jabba then YANKED on her chain, hard, and Rogue gave a strangled yelp as she was dragged from her place on the dance floor. She went stumbling forward, her big tits bouncing about in her metal bra, and was forced to leap onto the throne to avoid colliding within. She nearly slipped on the slimy dais once again but managed to rise, only to meet the horrific face of Jabba himself. Jabba's tongue extended and Rogue grunted in disgust, twisting her head sideways in a hopeless attempt to avoid the slithering appendage.

Jabba's tongue would not be denied however and the slimy thing forced itself into her mouth. Rogue choked on the tongue as it forced itself inside her mouth, bathing her smaller, mammalian mouth in the slimy corpulence of her loathsome master. Jabba's tongue swirled around inside her mouth, forcing Rogue to choke on the slithering, disgusting, swollen appendage. Jabba's tail thumped against her legs as he forced her to take his tongue down her mouth, the court clapping and whooping, egging Jabba on as he kept a firm grip on her chain.

Eventually, mercifully, Jabba's tongue popped free of her lips. A deluge of slime spilled over her cleavage, Rogue gagging and spitting up the spittle Jabba had forced upon her. She wiped her lips, her mouth still engulfed by the sickening, repulsive taste of Jabba's revolting tongue. Jabba smiled at her, leering over his new prize.

"And now..." Jabba cooed, wrapping an arm around her waist and yanked her against himself, Rogue squishing against his slimy side. "You are MINE."

"Never!" Rogue said, her voice still hoarse from choking on Jabba's tongue. "Ah'll never be your slave."

Jabba tugged her chain playfully. "Really?" He snorted mockingly, expelling bursts of slime from his nostrils in her face. He raised his other hand and waved at the Max Rebo band. "We shall see. Dance for me!"

The blare of 'Lapti Nek' filled the room as Jabba released Rogue, giving her chain another jerk as he waved one arm at the dance floor. A smug look filled his features, his tail thrashing in anticipation as Rogue's eyes widened and she comprehended what he wanted her to do.

He wanted her to dance.

Jabba's party continued apace until the late hours of the night. Rogue was nursing a headache thanks to the loud atmosphere, the pounding music of the Max Rebo band making her head throb inside her helmet. Mercifully, the party finally broke up around might. Most of the court simply passed out where they stood, flopping to the floor as their bodies gave out from overconsumption of alcohol and drugs. A few managed to drag themselves off into the palace depths, stumbling drunkenly from the throne room. Jabba himself had a curtain pulled around his dais, the rotund slug falling into a deep slumber with the buxom redhead he kept chained to him cuddled in his arms. His snores wafted from within the wall off curtain, his shadowy form visible within as the lights were switched off, plunging the throne room into darkness.

Rogue stayed where she was, nestled in the shadow of her alcove. She was waited for to make her move, observing the throne room. Some souls were still active within. The slave called Eda Clawthorne pulled herself away from the alien she had fucked earlier, her scantily clad form covered in dried cum and sweat. She pushed the unconscious off her and laughed to herself before crawling away out of the throne room. Rogue watched her go, Eda's hips swaying playfully as she departed, sitting up straighter as anticipation grew. Eda gathered bits of her skimpy outfit, carelessly discarded during her little tryst with the alien. Eda fluffed her hair as she dressed, whispering, "Mmmm...what a delightful evening. I'll be sure to top myself tomorrow...or rather...I'll be top someone else!" Eda laughed before sashaying her way down a dark passage, exiting the chamber. Meanwhile, Rogue curled and uncurled her gloved fists, before a pair of moans disrupted her.

She poked her head out of the alcove, rolling her eyes as she spied Ree Yees and Tessek having some fun with Rainbow Quartz and Blue Diamond. Or perhaps it was the other way around. She forced herself to watch them, knowing that they could spot her if she made a move. It wasn't exactly a pleasant spectacle, however.

Ree Yees was slumped against the wall, his trousers pulled down to his knees, his erect cock grasped firmly in his pudgy hands. He was fondling himself as he watched Rainbow Quartz crawl toward him. Rainbow Quartz smiled playfully, her ass swaying back and forth, her skirt dancing across her raised buttocks. Her bare feet were slick with alcohol, Rainbow Quartz raising one hand and dumping ale all over her foot, leaving it slick with the liquid. She grinned at Ree Yees, fluttering her four eyes and shoved her foot in his face. Ree Yees opened his lips like a wanting child, her toes shoving themselves into his eager mouth. He sucked on his feet for several moments before Rainbow Quartz pulled her foot free, Ree Yees having sucked her foot dry. She giggled and jumped onto his body, straddling the alien. Ree Yees wrapped his hands around her, groaning visible as she lay on top of him.

Rainbow Quartz shoved her tits in Ree Yees's face, the alien moaning with delight. He buried his face in her ample bosom, pouring more ale between her bountiful tits. Ree Yees sucked on her large breasts, moaning as Rainbow Quartz wrapped her thighs around his lower region. Rogue huffed as they began to fuck again, wondering how much stamina they possessed.

Tessek, meanwhile, was being none too gentle with Blue Diamond. His mouth tendrils were wrapped around her, one of his hands clutching her chain. He pulled harshly on it, Blue Diamond gagging as she was choked her collar, while Tessek fucked her in the ass. The SPLAT SPLAT of flesh-on-flesh echoed off the walls of the throne room, Tessek growling as he continued to use Blue Diamond's chain as a handle. Blue Diamond gasped, her face flushed, but she moaned, "Oh yes...mmmmph...harder! Harder!" Her head was wrenched backwards, Tessek clapped one tentacle over her mouth. Rogue was mortified and turned away, as Tessek orgasmed at the same time Blue Diamond did. They collapsed on top of one another, Tessek gasping as he clutched Blue Diamond like a doll, squeezing her against himself as they both panted for breath.

Rogue turned away, hoping that they were finished and didn't have stamina for yet another round. Of course, these were aliens and their biology might mean they had ample energy to spare. As she turned away, she jerked back as she was met with an enormous pair of green tits.

A tall, muscled green woman crawled into the alcove next to Rogue. Her body was lithe but covered with muscle, a speciman of a woman with a six pack and long black hair framing her green features. Rogue blinked as she recognized the woman. She-Hulk? What the hell was she doing here?

She-Hulk wrapped an arm around Rogue, easily pulling her over. She smiled as her green breasts squished against the sides of Rogue's helmet. She pressed one hand to Rogue's breastplate and said in a sultry voice, "Well hello there, handsome. Want some company for the evening? I've had my eye on you, you've been alone all evening. What's the matter, you shy?"

She-Hulk attempted to take off Rogue's helmet. Rogue reflexively grabbed the bigger woman's hand. She-Hulk laughed, Rogue feeling the difference of power immediately, especially without her own superstrength to even the odds. She still wasn't sure what was happening but it was clear She-Hulk wasn't herself. Perhaps she was under some sort of mind control or inhibitor. The possibilities were endless. But she couldn't risk She-Hulk discovering her identity and possibly alerting the Hutt.

"Sorry," Rogue said, trying to hold back her Southern accent as much as possible, hoping the voice modulator would help with that. "I'm...not...interested."

She-Hulk pouted. She leaned closer, shoving her breasts in Rogue's face. "Aw c'mon. I'll even give you a taste of this for free...any guys would KILL to be in your situation."

"Not interested." Rogue said more forcefully, extracting herself from She-Hulk's grasp with some difficulty. She-Hulk huffed and shrugged her massive arms before crossing them under her huge breasts, squishing them together. She looked miffed but obeyed Rogue and rose out of the alcove, slinking free as she said,

"Hmmph. Well, your loss!"

She-Hulk strode away, her green form slinking off into the darkness of the throne room. Rogue sighed with relief, making a mental note to try and rescue her friend as well. How had She-Hulk ended up here too? Was it through a similar portal incident? She shook her head and sighed before glancing back at the alien couples. Ree Yees and Tessek had passed out, thankfully enough, as Rainbow Quartz and Blue Diamond were asleep on their laps, the erections of both aliens pressing in their multicolored cheeks.

Rogue carefully rose from her alcove. She stepped onto the floor, booted feet lightly tapping against the floor. She looked around, carefully observing her surroundings, the only sound the breathing of her mask's respirator. A quick scan of the room, helped by Rogue's sense of perception enhanced by numerous sessions in the Danger Room, confirmed to her that Jabba and his entire court of cuthroats were asleep. The drunken snores of aliens permeated the atmosphere, masking the sound of her movements. It was now or never.

She crossed the room carefully, stepping over dropped glasses, unconscious aliens, and bits of food littering the floor. She shuddered as she crossed the dance floor, remembering what lurked below. She tried to put Oola's dying screams from her mind as she slowly approached the alcove where Gambit's carbonite slab hung, its console's buttons flashing a series of blue and orange in the dark.

She looked up at him, before furrowing her brow and examining the console buttons. Seeing an arrow icon, she pressed it and there was a hum as the mechanisms holding the carbonite slab in place hissed, discharging wisps of steam. The slab then rolled downwards, hitting the floor with a loud chunk. Rogue jumped and threw a glance over her shoulder. She waited a few moments, her heart pounding in her ears but thankfully, no one emerged from the shadows to confront her.

She licked her lips before examining the console again. She pressed various keys, cycling through options on the keypad until she found an option for "RELEASE SEQUENCE." She pressed it and the carbonite began to whine. The metal heated up, spots of red forming across Gambit's frozen form. Light discharged through cracks across it, as it slowly melted away. Rogue watched with baited breath as Gambit was slowly unfrozen, first his hands coming free, then his body, then his face. Gambit took a breath of air, coughing before he tumbled forward. Rogue caught him, easing her lover to the floor.

"What the...where...?" Gambit fumbled around in her grip, his hand groping out and he stifled as he blindly touched her helmet. "W-who...are ya..."

"Its me, sugah," Rogue peeled off her helmet and cast it aside. She did something she had been dying to do for a long, long time. She leaned forward and kissed Gambit on the lips. He gave a startled, "Mmmph!" before realizing who she was. His hand tangled in her wild hair as he whispered,

"Rogue...! But...but how..."

Rogue kissed her long and hard, enjoying the way his warm mouth felt around her own. Reluctantly, she finally pulled back and whispered, "Jabba has some sorta' mutant supressin' thing in here. Enough to surpress mutant powers, it seems. Come on. A' gotta get' ya'll outta here..."

However, before Rogue could pick Gambit up and get him to safety, away from this vile place, a deep and sinister laugh. Rogue frozen, Gambit's blind and frail form slump against her. He managed to raise his head and grimaced, "Might have to take a rain check on that, darling..."

His attempt at humor was stifled, as the lights flashed out around them both. Jabba's dais rolled forward, coming to a stop in front of the alcove, the Hutt smirking from slimy ear to slimy ear. His slavegirls moved in tandem with the movement of his dais, the repulsor coils that allowed it to move coming to a hissing halt. Gamorrean guards move in lockstep with their obese master, swarming inside the alcove and forming a ring around the two captured X-men. Rogue grimaced as a vibro axe was shoved in her face. Normally, she'd make short work of these cretins. But with the loss of her powers, not to mention Gambit so helpless, all she could do was glare at Jabba himself.

"My, my," Jabba said, purring like a bloated cat. His tongue emerged again, slobbering over his rancid, warted lips, leaving a trail of fresh slime across his blubbery hide. "It seems, my dear Gambit, that you were correct. Someone DID come for you. I did not expect your companion to be so lovely, ho ho ho!"

"Keep ya' grubby mits to ya dang self," Rogue snarled back, squeezing Gambit against her side. "A'hm takin' Gambit outta here an' unless ya' want a fist through yer' head, slug, ah'd advise ya'll clear the way!" She was bluffing, of course, but fully intended to try and threaten her way out. Unfortunately for her, Jabba seemed to find her threat amusing rather than anything, as he threw back his great, blob-like head and exploded into a fit of laughter. His slavegirls grinned and echoed their master's cruel, mocking laughter, leaving Rogue's cheeks burning.

"Ain't...gonna...stop...us..." Gambit groaned, pushing himself up and staring ahead blindly. "Listen...Jabba...I would advise-"

"I've heard ENOUGH," Jabba boomed, drowning out Gambit's words with his deep voice. He waved one hand at the two X-Men. "I'll deal with you later, THIEF. You'll go from being my prized decoration to just another prisoner. Take him to the dungeon!"

The Gamorreans moved in. Rogue and Gambit were forcefully ripped apart. Rogue kicked and thrashed in the grip of the pig guards but they held her fast, their strength overpowering her with her lack of powers. Gambit was even more helpless, easily dragged away down the palace corridors. He shouted over one shoulder, "Jabba...listen, listen...don't do this! The X-Men will-" Whatever words he intended to yell further were silenced as he was pushed off.

Rogue stared after her lover, heartbroken. She had been so close to saving him, only to have him ripped from her arms once again. Her attention was diverted, as Jabba spoke again. Her lovely face flicked to the obese slug gangster, fixating him with her best glare. She strained against the Gamorreans, but they held her arms tight, preventing her from rushing Jabba as she wanted to. Jabba eyed her with lust, his tail giving a throb. He waved one grubby hand at her and commanded, "Take that armor off. I want to see what this beauty is hiding."

Rogue gasped, her eyes going wide. Double Trouble and Peekablue approached her, circling her like wolves with cornered prey. "Isn't she pretty?" Double Trouble purred, his tail slithering around her waist.

"Mmmm, very pretty," Peekablue cooed, stroking her cheek with his fingers. "She's certainly going to be-"

"Hands off!" Rogue snapped and bit Peekablue's finger. He yelped and retreated. The guards laughed and Jabba did as well, the grotesque slug's enormous belly jiggling. "Ho ho ho!" Jabba rumbled deeply, licking his vile maw once more, his lust growing as he saw Rogue's fiesty attitude. "This woman has spirit!"

The Gamorreans forced Rogue's arms behind her back and one growled a warning in her ear. Rogue glared at him but set her jaw, as Double Trouble and Peekablue snaked back in. The two slaves removed her armor, their nimble fingers making quick work of her disguise. Rogue was unwrapped like a present for the slobbering, perverted Hutt, Jabba groaned as each piece was removed and dropped in a pile on the floor. Soon, Rogue was revealed to him, her disguise peeled away to reveal her costume beneath.

Jabba drooled at the sight of her spandex clad form, enjoying how snug her X-Men costume was around her curvy body, how her ass and breasts molded and strained against the fabric. Rogue's cheeks burned as she saw the disgusting slug ogling her and snarled, "Ya'll better not lay yer' grubby mitts on me, ah'm warnin' ya! Like Gambit said, ah' gots powerful friends. Jean an' Wolverine'll be here soon, unless ya' wanna be cooked like a greaseball ya'll better let me go right now!"

"Oh, I'm SURE," Jabba said mockingly, his maw twisting into what passed for a grotesque grin on his slime-ridden features. He waved his chubby arms at himself, his tail twitching in anticipation as he gave his next command: "Bring her to me!"

The Gamorreans pushed Rogue forward. She attempted to resist, struggling the whole way toward Jabba's dais. She tried to press her boots to the floor, but the slick floor offered her no traction and she was forced forward. Jabba admired her resistance, his desire to tame such a beautiful woman rising as Rogue tried to resist her inevitable meeting with him. With a grunt, the Gamorrean shoved Rogue onto Jabba's dais, her boots nearly slipping on the slick surface which gleamed with Jabba's slime. Jabba groaned in pleasure as Rogue was shoved against his bloated girth, her spandex-clad tits mashing against his body, creating a pleasurable friction.

Rogue defiantly met Jabba's gaze, glaring at the monstrous Hutt. "Ah'm warnin' ya, slug, this won't end well fer' ya!" She snarled, squirming against him, only succeeding in rubbing her big breasts against Jabba and heightening his pleasure. Chuckling, Jabba responded not with words but opening his maw. Slick strands of slime snapped apart as his huge tongue rolled forward.

Rogue squealed in horror, her face turning pale. She gasped and tried to move back, as much as she was allowed, but the Gamorrean forced her forward. She clutched at the sides of Jabba's huge chin for support, coating her gloved hands in slime, clutching his rolls of fat as his enormous, questing appendage slurped over her face. Jabba's tongue gave her a long lick, slurping up the side of her face, Rogue's squeezing one eye and grimacing as his tongue slobbered across her skin. She wasn't used to touching, well, anything and this sensation of Jabba's big slimy tongue all over was almost too disgusting to comprehend.

She made another valiant attempt to escape but her boots slipped on the dais. Rogue fell sideways and landed on the pillows beside Jabba's tail. The tail writhed across her beautiful face, hardening at touching her bare skin. Rogue gasped in horror and slapped the tail aside. She tried to escape the dais, attempting to roll off its edge (her jacket and spandex costume drenched in Jabba's secretions) but Jabba's tail wrapped around her leg. With a forceful tug, Rogue was yanked backwards and landed against Jabba's belly. Jabba forced her up, cuddling her against his bulk in a slave's embrace, Rogue straddling his huge belly. He was stronger than he appeared, his presence overwhelming and dominating. Rogue squirming in his clutches, even beaten her hands against his bulk but all her struggles did was enticing Jabba more.

Jabba's tongue wrapped around her head, coiling up her throat before bundling up her face in a bundle of slimy coils. Jabba groaned with delight, the slavegirls and guards watching, mummering to each other as they commented on the scene. Rogue's muffled cries echoed from within the tongue's filthy embrace, as Jabba grabbed a handful of her large ass. He squeezed, Rogue emitting a squeal, silenced as Jabba spanked her. His fat hand meeting her spandex clad rear sent a CLAP through the room, echoing off the walls, her ass jiggling from the slap. Rogue's eyes went wide under Jabba's tongue and she clawed at his body, struggling to escape once more but Jabba held her fast.

Jabba explored her body, squeezing her ass, her tits, keeping her head wrapping up in his tongue, bathing her with his perverted form of affection. Jabba almost considered tearing her costume off but took a deep breath and restrained himself. No. Not yet. A prize such as this girl should not be rushed. He caressed her for a few more moments before slowly unwrapping his tongue from her head. Rogue's slime drenched face popped free, Jabba giving the fiesty X-Man one final lick across her lovely cheek before his tongue retreated back into his mouth, slimes of strings connecting him and Rogue together. Jabba finally released and Rogue scampered free, right back into the arms of the Gamorreans.

"Ya...ya...bastard!" Rogue coughed, spitting up slime. She strained against the guards, snarling at Jabba, slime dripping off her face. "Ah'll kill ya, Jabba, ah'll kill ya! Ya' will pay fer' what ya' just did, ya' fat pervert!"

"How amusing," Jabba drolled, still savoring the taste of Rogue's lovely skin inside his mouth. He waved a hand at his slaves. "Take this beauty to the harem. Have her prepared for MY pleasure at once. I want her returned to me in the morning. She shall be a fitting replacement for poor departed Oola..."

"WHAT?!" Rogue cried, struggling and kicking. One Gamorrean threw her over his shoulder, allowing the entire room a marvelous view of her fantastic spandex clad ass. Double Trouble and Peekablue beckoned the guard teasingly before they scampered off down the hallway, heading for the harem. Rogue beat her fists on the Gamorrean's backside, screaming curses and insults, Jabba's laughter ringing in her ears as she was carried off to the harem...

(Commission for DarthPanther)

The twin suns of Tatooine scorched the desert below, hanging in the blue sky like a pair of eyeballs, searing the planet below in a searing sauna of heat and molten vibrancy. It was the peak of Tatooine's day cycle and citizens, animals, and even droids were sheltering in whatever places they could find to avoid the searing heat of the day. Days on Tatooine were long and the nights short, but any sort of respite was welcome from the unforgiving heat. Thus, the deserts across the planet were deserted, with only great bastions of rolling dunes and barren rock, creating the impression of a dead world, with miles of nothing forming most of Tatooine's surface, with only the occasional settlement, moisture farm, or spaceport such as Mos Eisley forming coveted points of civilization across the endless, burning sand.

However, on this day, someone was active under the gaze of the twins. A young woman flew across the desert, flying without the aid of a jetpack or gravity harness. She had both of her arms outstretched in front of her, zipping over the sea of sand below in a classic superhero pose. She wore a brown leather jacket, which flapped in the wind, covered her nubile, spandex covered body. The spandex outfit hugged her skin, shining with an array of yellow and green, a belt snapped around her curvaceous waist with an 'X' shaped buckle. Knee high boots stretched up her long legs, her wild mane of hair dancing above her beautiful face, the top of her spiky, wild hair dominated by a white stripe, giving it a unique appearance. A bandanna was wrapped around her scalp, a bag tied to her backside. She was in prime physical condition and her spandex left little to the imagination, her massive breasts and large rear straining against its confines. A confident smirk flashed across her face, as Anna Marie, known nearly exclusively by her other name, Rogue, flew across Tatooine. One destination was on her mind: Jabba's Palace.

She licked her lips, ignoring the sand that stung her lovely features as she flew forward. The last twelve hours had passed quickly. She and three of her teammates (Jean Grey, Wolverine, and Gambit) had been on a routine space mission in the X-Jet just outside of Earth's orbit, defeating a group of Skrulls attempting to sabotage a few of Earth's satellites. The mission had gone smoothly, Rogue knocking Skrull heads together but one of the Skrulls, the leader, had activated a device, ripping open a portal in space and time. The X-Jet and the X-Men had been sucked into the portal, transported to places unknown. Rogue had thus found herself outside of Mos Eisley spaceport, where she had gone seeking answers. It wasn't the first time the X-Men had been transported somewhere far from home, without backup or help, and hardly the first time they'd found themselves on an alien world. So Rogue wasn't bothered by her circumstances, approaching it with her usual confidence and brash attitude.

She had entered into the local cantina bar, finding it jam packed full of aliens. She had tried to be polite, at first, but when one man had slapped her ass, all bets were off. Rogue punched the offending alien through a wall and was jumped by most of the bar's patrons, who she felt with handily, the poor men having no chance against the superhuman abilities she had stolen from Miss Marvel. One man did get a handful of her bare skin on her face, ending up drained of vitality and spasming on the floor. Rogue had then grabbed the bartender and held him up like a rag doll, demanding answers if he had seen her teammates. Thankfully, the bartender had and meekly told her he had seen a man matching Gambit's description, Gambit having attempted to interfere with a local gangster called 'Jabba the Hutt', who apparently was a big shot around these parts. Rogue had tossed the bartender aside with a simple, "Thanks, sugah!" and then began to fly toward where he had pointed her to, Jabba's Palace itself.

She had stopped on the way to grab a disguise, having heard Jabba liked to surround himself with bounty hunters and other criminals. As much as she wanted to go in guns blazes and pull her beloved Gambit out of the proverbial fire, she didn't know what she was up against. Jabba, whoever he was, had taken Gambit hostage and smashing her way inside could risk his life. So, she decided to take a page out of Cyclops's book and use her head before her fists. And if it came down to it, she could always fall back on the ole' punch strategy. It wasn't as if she was afraid of being caught, any man who grabbed her would be in for a rude awakening, her mutant genes preventing any physical contact. Hence why her costume was so 'snug', as Nightcrawler had occasionally teased her about, leaving only her face free. After all, she couldn't hide her good looks from the world, could she? And it was fun teasing bad guys with what they could never have.

Flying onward, Rogue cleared a rocky sections of hills and came to a stop, floating above a dusty mountain range. Below, looming above the desert wastes, was a huge castle. It looked like out of a stereotypical Arabian pulp picture, its design round and oblong, with a couple of towers jutting from its sides. Rogue saw no visible windows as she shielded her eyes from the searing sunlight but she did see a huge gate on the front entrance. It was presently closed.

"Alright, time fa' little ole' me to begin this little ole' operation," Rogue laughed, slinging the bag off her shoulder. She opened it and took out the armor she had stolen, dressing herself quickly. Pieces snapped into place, covered Rogue from head to toe in a bounty hunter's outfit. Her wild mane of hair had trouble fitting inside her helmet but she made it worked. It was a little uncomfortable and hard to breath but Rogue snapped it into place, reflecting she had been in worse circumstances. She spoke, testing the voice scrambler, her Southern drawl coming out garbled and electronic. "Ah dang, that sounds right unpleasant. Hope ya' appreciate this, Gambit. Wouldn't do this fer' Logan, no suh."

Her disguise in place, Rogue began to fly down toward Jabba's Palace, reflecting on what might await her within this mysterious and foreboding place...

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It took some negotiating with the eyeball robot at the main gate but Rogue was finally able to gain entrance after telling the droid she had a 'deal' to negotiate with Jabba. The gate had risen, expelling dust from its ancient inner workings. As soon as Rogue stepped within the threshold of the palace, she knew something was wrong. She felt weaker, like all her strength had suddenly vanished. She had experienced this sensation before and cursed under her helmet. It was the loss of her powers. She didn't know, how, or why but she suddenly felt a lot more vulnerable. It was a good thing she had opted for a disguise and a more stealthy approach...she resolved to get Gambit out of here as soon as possible.

She moved through the corridors of the palace. "Palace", as it turned out, was not really an apt description of this place. She was more reminded of the slimy tunnels beneath New York City, where the Morlocks resided, the more unpleasant parts of the Savage Land, or the tunnels beneath the earth where she had helped fight the likes of the Mole Man. The place was poorly lit, with only the barest electrical lighting providing dim illumination, while pipes slithered overhead, dripping unpleasant substances onto the dusty, barren floor. She caught glimpses of things moving in the shadows: a huge, spider-like robot, huge rats, and other things she could barely put a description too. Rogue swallowed and tried to keep a cool hand, moving forward, searching for some sort of place where the master of the palace might reside.

Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity of wandering the dark, unpleasant halls of the inner palace, Rogue heard music up ahead. Loud, blaring, and pulsating, it echoed down a flight of stone steps, from which light was flickering within as well. Rogue hurried forward, moving down the steps, and found herself in a place that could best be described as...chaos.

She looked around, flabbergasted. The room, large and well lit in contrast to the dark corridors above, was stuffed wall to wall with alien monsters. She had never seen such an array of horrors in her life, feeling her stomach churn at the sight of them. There was reptile-men, little midgets covered in full body hoods with glowing yellow eyes, a wrinkled, hunched elephant-man, fat bellied pig-men dressed in leather armor, and much, much more. She could barely keep track of them all and was suddenly thankful for her face-concealing helmet. The music blared from a band in the corner, where she saw a trio of scantily clad women dancing side by side while a blue elephant pounded on what might have been piano keys and a walking mushroom blew like its life depended on it into a trumpet.

The women were quite beautiful, again reminding Rogue of stereotypical depictions of slavegirls from the Middle East. The first appeared to be a grey skinned female with massive breasts (though not as big as Rogue's own), grey hair pulled back into a long ponytail, and long flowing, see through skirts that showed off her impressive legs. She appeared to be in her mid 40s, but was not less enticing for her age. Her breasts were supported by a crimson bra, golden bands hugging her arms and legs. Men grabbed at her as she gyrated for them, shaking her ass and tits in a lewd form of bellydancing. The woman laughed, grinning at her admirers, and slapped away tentacles and hands trying to grab a handful of her scantily clad body. She seemed to enjoy the attention, to Rogue's disbelief, and gyrated her hips in circles. She even slapped her own ass, provoking cries of "ooooh!" from the crowd. Cries of, "Eda, Eda, dance this way!" erupted from various aliens. Eda playfully ignored them, laughing as she shimmied her hips and winked at the lustful aliens crying for her attention.

She then playfully jumped onto an alien's lap and grinded on his crotch, the man giving a delighted moan. Eda grinned before pulling the man by his collar into a forceful kiss. "Someone is bent up," She cackled, grabbing the alien's crotch, provoking a groan of pleasure from him. "You been getting hard watching me strut my stuff, you bad boy? Hmmm?" The alien gave an incoherent moan in reply and Eda laughed, giving him another deep kiss.

She then pushed him back to the floor and to Rogue's shock, yanked off the alien's trousers and began fucking him, right then and there, surrounded by gawking admirers. Disgusted, Rogue observed the other two girls, shaking her head in disbelief.

While Rogue had been distracted, the second of the women had climbed onto a table in the corner of the chamber, where aliens had been sitting down for drink and food. They were mesmerized as she clambered onto the table, towering over them and slinking her way across its surface, her nimble, bare feet avoiding food and drink with the precise nature of a serpent. Rogue heard someone beside her mention her as, "Rainbow Quartz" her colorful name certainly matching her colorful appearance. She had pink skin, with rippling blonde hair, and wore a similar outfit to the other woman, only colored a shining pink as opposed to crimson red. She had four sets of eyes and a glowing pink gem on her forehead. Rainbow Quartz slunk across the table, the men in their seats drooling over her as her hips danced left and right, drawing the eye in a hypnotic fashion like a pendulum. She finally reached the edge of the table, where a lumpy alien with four eyes stared up at her. The pink girl smiled at him, batting her four eyes, before leaning down and shoving her face in his personal space, allowing the alien a look down her ample cleavage. She then snatched up his drink, plucking it from the countertop with the grace of a serpent. Rainbow Quartz took a little sip before she raised one bare foot, stroking his chin and shoved her toes in his face. The alien sniffed them in delight and Quartz shoved one of her toes in a pint of ale she had stolen from him. Her toe dripping with the drink, she cooed, "Suck on them, Ree-Yees." She wiggled her pink toes in his face, a grin splitting her lovely features as her gem flashed with light. The alien, Ree-Yees, was all too happy to let her in, opening his mouth and sucking on her toes. Rainbow Quartz laughed and turned to the audience, "That's all he's gonna get tonight, my lovelies! Let's hope he enjoys it..." The crowd whooped and clapped, some looking envious as the pink girl smirked down at the alien, who continued to suck on her toes greedily.

The final girl might have been the same species as the pink one, only her skin was blue. She also had long flowing hair and a bra that amount to a pair of straps on her huge bosom, while a loincloth adorned with skirts so wispy and transparent that they might not even have existed fluttered around her ample thighs, teasing what might lie beneath. It took sometime to figure out her name but eventually, Rogue heard a few men call for "Blue Diamond". Rogue snorted in her mask, fitting names indeed. She wondered if they were stage names perhaps, fitting with the ridiculous titles strippers back on Earth might adorn. Mint Candy or some silliness.

Rogue noticed a collar around Blue Diamond's neck and a chain attached to it, which clanked and clinked as the blue girl gyrated before the mass of onlookers. Curious, she followed the chain across the room and her jaw dropped when she saw what, or rather WHO, it led to.

The chain was long and attached to what appeared to be a stone dais that dominated the centre of the chamber. It was snugly secured to a gargoyle bust on the outer edge of the throne. Sitting atop it, even compared to the creatures she'd seen so far, was the most hideous alien Rogue had ever seen. Her stomach churned at the sight of the creature, an enormous, rotund slug. It...he?...she?...was huge, its girth twice her size, appearing mostly composed of slimy fat. Its face resembled that a frog, with huge reptilian eyes and pig-like nostrils laden with slimy, while its maw was covered with boils and warted bumps. Its lower half was composed of an enormous, writhing tail, which twitched and thumped in a disturbing fashion amongst pillows and blankets lying on the creature's dais. Rogue guessed that this...this THING must be Jabba the Hutt.

'Well,' Rogue thought to herself as she quietly tip-toed down the steps and moved to stand among the crowd, trying to blend in. "Ah guess that does look like a dang Hutt, if ah had ta' ever put a name ta' such a thing...'

Luckily, everyone was too focused on the dancing girls to pay her any mind. Jabba himself was clutching what looked like a fiber-like leash in his grubby hands, which slithered onto the dance floor before him. Prancing about under some overhead spotlights before the slug alien was yet another green skinned alien girl, this girl wearing even less than her peers. Silken fishnets clung to her lithe, curvaceous body, her bare nipples straining against the fabric as she pranced around. She grasped the leash with both of her hands, twisting it about herself and flourishing it like a prop as she pranced for Jabba and his court. A pair of alien tentacles dangled from her head, flipping in sensual time with her movements. Jabba seemed to be growing excited by the dancing girl, his maw parting and Rogue shuddered as she saw a massive tongue, probably bigger than her own head, emerged and slobbered over his gruesome lips. From what she was seeing so far, this place was a den of iniquity and depravity.

Behind Jabba, she caught a glimpse of yet another scantily clad women (how many resided in this palace, anyway?) This woman appeared, at least outwardly, to be a human (well...not quite, Rogue thought with some amusement, she was a mutant after all) like her. The woman was tall and had huge breasts, perhaps as big as her own. She wore a metal bikini-like outfit, with a golden bra supporting her huge tits and golden plates clipped around her slim waist, with long, sparkling red skirts barely covering her cunt and ass. Long, purple-like opera gloves covered her hands, vibrant red hair falling across her face, covering one eye, catching her ruby red lips. She held a fan, which was presently using to fan Jabba as she stood behind him. A collar covered her neck, much like the blue and green girls, leading to somewhere behind the dais, securing her to the slug like the others.

Rogue furrowed her brow as she watched the scene before her. She didn't have much time to contemplate, however, as she heard a pair of moans behind her. She dodged back, barely avoiding a pair of writhing bodies roll next to her. She expected another pair of slavegirls to appear but this time, she saw a pair of aliens who looked feminine yet masculine at the same time, giving them a decidedly non-binary appearance. Or 'twink', as the kids might say. The first, who pinned the other beneath him on the floor and seemed the more dominant of the pair, was a mint-green skinned humanoid with a reptilian appearance. He...they?...wore an outfit similar to the green girl's, covered in see through fishnets that showed off their sensual curves that seemed to be equally as enticing if the alien was male or female. . A long green tail flicked about from the humanoid's ass, diving beneath them to the other humanoid currently pinned under their body. Watching the little sex show was another alien, this one appearing to be a humanoid covered with rough skin and wearing a face concealing cowl. He nursed a drink and was openly fondling himself to the two humanoids before him, drooling. Rogue gave a sharp gasp of disgust, quickly retreating back from such exposure.

Beneath the green humanoid was a blue humanoid who was slim but a little thick, possessing dark sea green with seafoam ombrè hair. They had feminine features but Rogue could see that they had a cock, as the green humanoid yanked down a fluttering pair of silken blue loincloths that had been covering their lower region. The green humanoid grinned, their tail wrapping around the blue one's cock and squeezed, the blue one gasping and moaning, their blue cheeks turning a flushed red. The green one leaned in and sank their teeth into the blue one's ear, hissing in a dominant fashion, "I love you like this, Peekablue!" The alien laughed, jerking himself harder, grinning at he watched the two fuck each other.

"Ah....Double...Trouble..." Peekablue moaned, before they were silenced as Double Trouble captured their mouth in a ferocious kiss. Rogue quickly moved away, dancing through the crowd and moving to the edge of the dance floor. Shaking her head, she tried to focus and looked around, trying to find any sign of Gambit.

Her heart sank. She gasped, thankful for the music masking her voice. Across the room, mounted in an alcove, was a stone slab. Within the slab was Gambit, appearing to be frozen solid, his face twisted in a scream, hands raised as if in surrender. Rogue bit her lip, enraged. She didn't know what had happened to her lover but it appeared that Jabba had made him into some sort of morbid decoration. She prayed he wasn't dead and had half a mind to charge across the room right then and there, ripping the slab from the wall, and flying off with her lover tucked in her arms. But she steadied herself, reminding herself she had lost her powers within this palace. Perhaps Jabba possessed a mutant dampening field or a mutant of his own like Leech who suppressed the X-gene from his presence alone. The point was, she didn't know and she resolved to wait. Surely even this wild party had to end sometime. Surely even criminals and monsters needed sleep.

The green skinned girl came to a stop in the middle of the dance floor. Rogue noticed she didn't look happy, unlike the other girls, and mournfully rose, turning her head away from the crowd as they jeered and catcalled her. Rogue glared at the men from under her helmet, feeling pity for the poor girl. It was obvious she was miserable and that collar around her neck marked her as a clear captive of the Hutt. Rogue wondered if she could help the girl, maybe the other X-men could help tear down this palace and free all these slaves from Jabba's cruel grip.

The green skinned girl attempted to move back to the dais. But Jabba raised one hand and he spoke. Rogue jumped, Jabba's voice booming and thunderous, heard even above the blaring music. The power he commanded was obvious, as everyone in the room went silent as the Hutt spoke. "AH!" Jabba boomed, spittle flying from his warted lips, his phallic tail pounding the edge of his throne. "Do that AGAIN." His demand was answered instantly, the band falling into a vibrant, loud, energetic number. The slaves all around danced and gyrated wildly, falling into step as commanded with ease.

Except one. The green skinned girl suddenly seemed to find some fire. She grabbed her own leash and hauled on it with both hands, as if attempting to rip it from Jabba's grasp. "No!" The green girl yelled, shouting to be heard over the raucous crowd. "Let me rest! No more today! No more!"

In the background, nearly unnoticed by the crowd, Blue Diamond was watching from the sidelines. Rogue spared her a brief look, noticing she was clapping and giggling like a schoolgirl at Oola. However, she was cut short as a tentacle alien suddenly snuck up behind her and one of his tentacles grabbed a handful of her chain. Blue Diamond gave an "URK!" as her chain was YANKED and she fell into the tentacled alien's slimy clutches. She attempted to resist his eager, lustful pulls, crying out, "W-wait Tessek...not here! We already did this earlier...wait!" Her pleas fell on deaf ears, as the octopus man wrapped his tendrils around her tits and face, grabbing a handful of her big blue ass with his groping paws. Tessek chuckled as one slimy tentacle rose to Blue Diamond's lips, wrapping around a flask of ale. Blue Diamond moaned as Tessek forced the drink down her throat, men on the sidelines about them clapping and laughing at her humiliation. Men surrounded them, forming a ring of bodies to watch, they were then lost from sight but moans from within the crowd confirmed to Rogue Blue Diamond was being fucked right now. She grimaced and clenched one hand into a fist, trying not to get too work up and intervene, even though it went against her nature...

Jabba growled, beginning a tug of war with the green girl. "Oola!" He barked warningly at her, his eyes narrowing, a threat clearly being spoken. His hand waved over a button on the side of his throne, as he hauled on the leash with his other hand. Even with one hand, Jabba appeared to be quite strong and the green girl, Oola, yelped as she was dragged forward, her sandaled feet dragging across the dance floor, offering her no traction as she desperately tried to resist Jabba's yanks. The other girls all around the room all stopped watching and the redhead fanning Jabba gave what Rogue interpreted as a sadistic smirk.

Rogue could ignore this no longer. Even without her powers, she wouldn't let an innocent suffer at the hands of some cruel tyrant like Jabba. She tried to step forward, to go to Oola's defense, but before she could act, Jabba suddenly seemed to lose patience. He slammed one fist onto the button beside his throne and a portion of the floor opened beneath Oola. Oola screamed as Jabba released her leash, her green form disappearing down the trapdoor and vanishing from sight, her leash trailing after her. Rogue gasped in horror and was pushed forward to the edge of the dance floor by the crowd, who suddenly surged behind her like a mob. They howled and jeered, jostling Rogue this way and that. Rogue growled in annoyance, shoving back, fighting against tentacles and hands slapping her around, managing to push through the crowd so she could see what was happening.

Jabba's dais rolled forward, the Hutt laughing and raising his hands high, the redhead moving behind him with a sultry, casual grace despite being reeled along by her own chain. Rogue watched as the floor retracted, revealing that beneath the dance floor was a pit. She saw Oola spat out in a cloud of dust, the girl rolling across the floor, her fishnets sliding off her body, her green tits popping free. Oola looked up, greeted with mocking jeers by the crowd, and clasped her hands together, her makeup running as she sobbed pitifully, begging for mercy. Jabba offered none, only joining in laughing at her. It seemed everyone, including Oola's fellow slavegirls, had no sympathy for her. Rogue looked at the crowd of men, shaking her head at the sheer cruelty on display.

Suddenly, a roar came up from the pit. The crowd went wild. Rogue strained to see, past the mass of writhing bodies, and saw Oola scream before an enormous clawed hand snatched her up. She heard the crunch of bones and felt like vomiting. Now she didn't want to watch. She turned away and pushed through the crowd, sneaking to the back of the chamber, the sound of Oola's screams haunting her step as she walked away. Some superhero she was...she'd just watched an innocent person die and hadn't been able to step in.

She slunk into an alcove near the back of the room, hiding in the shadows. The crowd began to disperse. She glared at Jabba, her glare unseen beneath her helmet. The Hutt gave one final, mocking laugh, before tugging the blue girl from her spot on the dance floor to his side. The blue girl and the redhead began to kiss and stroke their master's tail, Jabba sighing with pleasure, appearing to have no sense of shame and letting his slavegirls pleasure him in front of the whole room.

Rogue focused on Gambit's slab on the wall, trying her best to ignore the guttural sounds of Jabba being pleasured by his women. She promised herself that Gambit would not meet the same fate as Oola. She would rescue him. Then they'd come back with the other X-men and dismantled Jabba's entire empire before finding a way home.

She only hoped Jean and Logan were alright. Sighing, Rogue settled back on the cushions, trying to make herself scarce as she waited for the party to wind down and Jabba's court to sleep.

Then she'd make her move.

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