Leia in Carbonite
Leia Solo was startled out of her fantasy when the door chimed. Is it finally here? She wondered. Leia jumped out of bed and grabbed her robe. She had been in the middle of a reoccurring fantasy of hers. In Jabba’s palace it had been her husband, Han Solo’s body trapped in carbonite that was now burned into her memory. Her fantasy was just that, trapped in carbonite, or at least something equivalent. Only the fantasy wasn’t about Han trapped in the cold unyielding carbon slab, but herself in his place. Every night she rubbed and fondled herself to sleep imagining herself trapped against her will, unable to move, unable to resist, imagining the borderline orgasmic feeling Han had explained to her in vivid detail. ...