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Anakin was dragged from the slave houses and into Jabba's palace. Anakin was face to face with the Hutt, and he didn't know why. His master and the men who had brought him in were speaking in tongue he still didn't understand, he had tried to pick up on things but he was never able to fully get there. Anakin let out a yelp as his clothes were stripped from him by two others and soon he stood naked before him with wide nervous eyes.

"What are you doing?" Anakin whined, he was held in his place by the two Gamorreans. He was hit upside the head, his chin length hair ruffling in the back. Jabba nodded and soon Anakin was dragged to another room, he was never allowed inside the palace he only worked on the grounds. The entire place was bigger than he anticipated, his eyes darted up and down, side to side. "Wait pl-." Before he could finish his sentence he was thrown into the nearest wall. He dropped to his knees, his head spinning. He let out a scream as hot water began to spray him down. The dirt and sand that caked his body ran off of him quickly, the Gamorreans grunted to one another before they dragged him to another room.

Two droids looked the boy up and down. "Pink or purple?" The 3P0 unit asked.

"What?" Anakin’s eyes narrowed his brow knitting.

"Pink or purple." The protocol droid repeated.

"For what?"

"Choose a color."

"Purple." Anakin decided after a few moments of silence. The Gamorrieans grunted pushing him forward, the TC unit beside him brought out a purple slave outfit. Anakin's eyes widened realizing he wasn't going to be cleaning the grounds any longer, but serving Jabba the Hutt as a personal use slave. His eyes lowered to the floor as he was handed the piece.

"He doesn't need the top," the TC stated to the 3P0.

"No he does not. Put this on young man, Jabba is waiting for you."

"I don't understand..."

"Jabba has asked for a new slave, that slave is you."

"Why?"

"Do you want the plain answer or the long one."

"I just need to know why."

"The Hutt has a tendency to impregnate his female slaves, so he thought having a male slave may make it easier. If he feels the need you may be altered."

"Altered?"

The TC unit nodded. "You would keep your penis, but you may have a vagina added."

Anakin felt a cold sweat running down his neck. "Wh-why me?"

"He saw you during a parade though the town, learned you were one of his cleaning slaves, and found you to be feminine enough for his liking.” Anakin narrowed his eyes at that comment, he looked down at himself as his brow curved upward. “His last slave grew pregnant, so he tossed her to the rancor. It was suggested he try a male to not have more pregnancy scares, your body cannot grow the eggs within like a female."

Anakin's brow furrowed, he was not going to stand there at let himself be raped. As he turned towards the door the two guards stopped him quickly pushing him back towards the droids. Then it dawned on him, he said eggs. "Eggs?"

"Even a fabricated vagina will not give you the womb needed to carry the eggs to full term, they will spill out after unlike how they would if you had a womb to hold them. Jabba's kind reproduce through eggs, so you will be filled but they will release."

Anakin grimaced, he was still holding the bottoms in his hands. One of the guards hit him again before the other forced him into it. The cold metal sat on his hips. The fabric hardly hid anything and his legs were bare, a collar was fitted onto his neck. His attempts at a struggle were quickly thwarted by another hit, bands were added to his wrists and the droids did a second once over before they allowed him to go.

Anakin didn’t want to become a slave, he tried to run but was picked up by one of the Gamorreans and carried to the palace floor. Jabba let out a laugh seeing Anakin being carried over the guards shoulder he was dropped on his knees before Jabba once more, a long gold, metal chain was attached to his collar. Jabba pulled Anakin into him.

The young man shivered at his touch, Jabba laughed once more before he ran his hand over his bare chest. Anakin attempted to move but was quickly pulled back into the Hutt. His shoulders tightened into himself as he felt the way Jabba’s skin rolled against him. Anakin yelped as the creatures tail slid along his thigh until he was laying underneath the sparse fabric flicking his softened cock. Anakin groaned and looked towards the nearest wall, tears welled up in his eyes but he tried not to think about what was happening, or who was doing it.

His attempts at ignoring his master were quickly thwarted as Jabba pulled on the chain causing him to fall to his side, the Hutt’s tail continued to flick at his cock until he felt it run along his taint until it slid across his ass. Anakin pulled back on his chains but was hit upside the head. Jabba said something Anakin didn’t understand, the nearest protocol droid kindly explained what he had said. “You will learn to appreciate me, fight me and I will feed you to the Rancor.” Anakin felt his muscles tense, he did not want to give into his new master so quickly but he was also terrified. Jabba said something else and the protocol droid froze. “He also says if you do not behave, he will kill your mother.”

Anakin’s eyes widened in terror, he closed his eyes as he thought of her smiling face, he wondered if he would ever see her again. “Tell him I will obey.”

The droid seemed to nod as he spoke to Jabba, a pleased laugh left the monster's lips as he continued to tease at Anakin’s puckered entrance with his tail. Anakin let out a soft whimper, feeling his tail tease him Jabba laughed, feeling Anakin tense against him. Anakin watched as people came in and out offering Jabba things, Anakin was thankful all he was doing was tracing his ass and thighs with his tail. He was just praying his mother would be okay. He had to keep her safe. Anakin’s eyes shot open, feeling Jabba run his tail over his shaft. The Hutt said something he couldn’t understand and the droid left, returning with a gold cock ring. Anakin looked up at his new master with fire in his eyes but Jabba merely ignored him. The droid handed the ring to another creature and stood beside Jabba, Anakin was forced into a sitting position, the sheer fabric that covered his front was thrown to the side, everyone seemed to be staring at the new slave.

Anakin was embarrassed by his cock being exposed but he couldn’t go anywhere, or do anything. The collar around his throat was tight, his hands were shaking as the man adjusted the ring over his cock. He looked up to Jabba who nodded his approval. The man stepped away and covered Anakin back up. Anakin shivered under his touch. Jabba pulled Anakin closer, he nearly sunk into his body.

Yelling was soon heard as two bounty hunters entered the room, they were holding a man in their arms.

“We got what you wanted Jabba.”

Jabba laughed, pleased to see the man in their grasp. He was struggling in their hold. Anakin locked eyes with the man, he was human as far as Anakin could tail. “We want our pay.”

Jabba waved his hand and they were given their credits. Jabba smiled and yelled something and the man was brought up to him. He was released and blasters were pointed at him, he couldn't move. Jabba slammed his hand down on his chair and the man fell through the floor. Jabba laughed and Anakin let out a slight cry as his seat moved forward without warning. Jabba pet his hair trying to calm his pet.

Anakin looked down and watched as the man tried to scramble out of the cave he had been dropped into. A loud roar shook the building as the Rancor made its way forward. Anakin shook thinking of all the prior slaves that had been fed to it after growing pregnant with the monster that now had him, he wondered how easily he would feed people to the monster if they even angered him.

He did not want to end up in the Rancors belly. Jabba laughed and cheered before everything seemed to go back to normal, the music continued to play, people chattered, and then Jabba pushed Anakin to his feet.

Anakin looked him up and down, cocking his head.

Jabba held his hand up pointing towards the floor. Anakin narrowed his eyes fearing he would be down with the Rancor before the droid explained. “Dance for him.”

“I don’t know how…”

“Dance, or you will anger him.”

Anakin nodded and tried to allow the music to take over, his hips swayed and the chain rattled as he spun and danced. There were a few women of different species dancing and he tried to copy their movements, Jabba laughed pleased by his new slave's willingness to work and make him happy.

The beast pulled him from the dance floor and dragged him towards his body. Anakin fell to his knees before the monster, his tail ran under his chin wrapping around his throat before he pulled him back beside him.

Anakin was forced to dance a few times, until everyone seemed to go home for the night. Anakin was forced into Jabba’s chambers, the beast smiled as he looked over the male. The droid still sat close. Jabba began to speak again and the droid translated. “He says to remove your clothes.”

“Hardly have any clothes.” He snarled but he quickly began to do as the master requested knowing his mothers life was on the line. Jabba turned to his side slightly and exposed his two cocks, Anakin's eyes widened in horror. They were huge. Jabba laughed and pushed Anakin into the bed, his legs were spread and Jabba began to use his tongue to lick his tight entrance. Anakin’s eyes crossed, his fingers dug into the fabric of the bed. He felt the two cocks nudging his now wetted entrance. Jabba grunted as she slammed himself inside.

Anakin screamed out, each thrust in was painful. Jabba readjusted him so he was sitting on his cocks rather than laying on the bed, he used his tail to wrap around his chest and waist to keep him upright. Anakin cried and moaned, whining in pain, Jabba continued to pull him down on his cocks. “Ah.. Jabba.. S-stop.” He begged, but the creature ignored his desperate cries. Jabba was grunting and moaning in pleasure. The creature continued to thrust inside him until the eggs and cum spilt inside him. Anakin’s stomach bulged further as cum spilt inside him. “Ah.. ah..”
The creature groaned and dropped him to the side, cum and eggs spilt out of his entrance. He was sobbing, but Jabba seemed to be satisfied.

Anakin curled up into himself, he continued to sob. Jabba slid his tail into his now gaping entrance. He screamed out as the tail began to slide in and out. He kept sobbing, he used his tail to pull the leftover eggs out.

“Master…” The creature continued to ravage him. “Ngh.. No.. no..”

Jabba pulled his tail out, he wrapped his tail around him to hold him close to his body. Anakin was shivering. Jabba smiled and kept him close. The two laid down, Anakin kept sobbing but he knew not to say anything.

He was trapped, and he didn’t know if he would ever get out of Jabba’s hold. His mother’s life was at stake, and at least he wouldn’t be killed for the same reason all of the other female slaves had.

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Anakin woke that morning with a start. He attempted to pull himself up into a sitting position only to find himself trapped under Jabba’s arm. Anakin tried to calm his breathing, panic was building up in his chest. This hadn’t been a horrific nightmare, he truly was the slave of the Hutt.

Not just a slave, but a sex slave.

Jabba grunted as he turned, Anakin was freed from his hold, but the chain around his neck was mounted to the bed. He had little moving room.

Anakin continued to pull, but the chain was heavy and he was unable to pull himself free.

Jabba woke, he laughed at the sight of his slave laid out upon the bed. Anakin’s sheer purple skirt twisted from a restless sleep.

Jabba spanked Anakin’s bare ass as he stretched, a few guards came in and Jabba’s handmaidens got to work for the morning. Anakin was dropped to his knees, a woman brushed back his hair, she braided a strand of his long hair back twisting gold beads into it.

“Please..” Anakin began. “Please help me get free.”

“I am under Jabba’s orders, you must be presentable for him and his guests.” Anakin sighed, she would be of no help to him. He squeezed his eyes closed, his nails digging into his palms as he tightened them into fists. She swatted his hands. “Do not hurt yourself, he wants you delicate.”

Anakin scoffed.

She rolled her eyes before finishing his hair, she washed his body down with a cloth and then helped him into a new skirt and gold chains. Gold arm bangles were placed over his wrists. An arm band secured around his left bicep.

“This is ridiculous…” Anakin groaned.

“You are his slave. You are to represent some of his wealth.”

Anakin groaned, she stood and stepped back examining him before she nodded to a guard. The gamorrean picked up the chain leash and dragged Anakin to the main room. Jabba smiled, pleased to see his slave sparkling under the light. The gold bands shimmered with each step Anakin took. Jabba took the chain and pulled Anakin into him, Anakin groaned as the Hutt’s tongue slid down his throat.

Anakin stumbled back, Jabba chuckled.

Anakin looked around him, creatures of all kinds were staring him down. His sheer skirt left nothing to the imagination. He grumbled as he took another step back, the Hutt’s eyes never left his body.

Jabba clapped his hands together, Anakin lowered his eyes as the music began to play. He swayed his hips as the beat picked up, the chain rattling with each movement.

Jabba pulled on the chain once centering him in the stage. Anakin began to move quicker, more erotic. He spun and twisted trying to pick up on what he had seen Jabba’s prior slaves do.

Jabba allowed him to dance until the song was over. Once it was completed he was pulled into Jabba’s lap. Anakin shuddered as he wrapped his large tail around his waist.

Jabba spoke to his translator as a few men walked in. Anakin looked towards them, his expression soft and sad. “The Hutt would like to welcome you to the palace.”

The men nodded in appreciation before handing over an offering. Anakin felt the tip of Jabba’s tail slide against his ass. He tensed before it was sliding inside, Anakin gasped out as the Hutt teased his hole. The men stood before the Hutt, one man’s eyes trialed to Anakin’s stomach as a bulge appeared each thrust inward with the monsters tail.

Jabba said something Anakin couldn’t understand, but the translator made it very clear. “You like what you see with the Hutt’s newest slave?”

The men nodded, they examined Anakin more closely as he began to whine with each thrust, as the Hutt’s tail slid in his grip around him tightened.

Anakin found himself dropped on his stomach, his ass up and the Hutt’s tail still sliding in. Anakin gripped the floor, sweat dripping down his face. The Hutt chuckled as he continued to fill Anakin’s ass. Anakin squirmed and cried out until cum covered the sheer fabric that laid below him in a heap.

Anakin felt shame rise in him, his face was pink from embarrassment.

Jabba laughed, pulling his tail free. Anakin felt the chain pull, he was dragged backward suddenly and violently. He was once again on his back, his legs were spread, the fabric draped over his legs, his eyes crossed as the collar choked him before he adjusted himself by scooting back against the throne.

Jabba spoke again, Anakin held back tears as he heard the translator speak. “Jabba says he will be adding a cunt to the boy soon. For now he is still with that useless cock of his. Jabba invites you to touch, only with your hands. You may slide your fingers into him, but nothing more.”

Anakin tried to move, but Jabba tightened his grip. The translator lowered himself to Anakin’s level before the men approached. “He says behave and you will be rewarded. Disobey and you will see your mother be fed to the rancor.”

Anakin froze, he kept his legs spread as the men stepped towards the shaking slave. Anakin whined as the first man wrapped a hand around his balls. The other man slid two fingers into Anakin’s waiting hole. Anakin squirmed as the men touched and squeezed him.

Jabba watched from his throne with a deviant smile. He caressed Anakin’s face and neck with his tail. The men continued to tease his cock and slid fingers inside of him, he gasped out in terror. The men stood bowing to the Hutt as they left Anakin on the floor.

Jabba chuckled as he spoke, Anakin squeezed his eyes closed as he thought through what his life would be here. Sex, torture, terror.

Anakin felt the chain tug once more, he moved sitting beside the Hutt on his throne once more as he heard the translation. “He will be enjoyable for a price. That price goes up with each hole you wish to fill, and when we give him a pussy.”

Anakin looked up at the Hutt, he planned to use him for financial gain as well, credits were all that mattered to the Hutt. Anakin looked up at him, tears in his eyes.

The day continued, Anakin was forced to dance for visitors or to be fucked by Jabba before them. Anakin groaned, his entire body was shaking. Jabba was flicking his cock with the tip of his tail before Hutt looked up at the translator and began to speak.

Anakin expected him to translate but he only spoke back to Jabba in his language. Jabba nodded and laughed at his reply.

The Hutt snapped to a few guards. Anakin was forced on his feet and taken to a back room. He was bound to a medical table and the droids began to do some work. They needed to fabricate him a perfect cunt for Jabba and those Jabba sold him to for the night to enjoy.