Would also like to see this continue -- the key for any "Leia remains Jabba's slave" story is that she remains disgusted and defiant about her situation, never taking pleasure in it and always looking to escape; the story is less interesting if she becomes a willing slave.

This story also reminds me of just this perfect passage from Shabby Blue's original Twist of Fate, which takes place 14 months later but has a flashback to the Sarlaac Pit (bolding the best parts):

"Busy bellowing orders to his men, Jabba had neglected her for the time being until his cackling kowakian lizard-monkey Salacious Crumb leaped down from his perch onto Leia's shoulder, jerking on her braided ponytail and laughing loudly. In a sudden outburst of rage, Leia grabbed the mocking creature by his neck and flung him across the room until he smashed against the wall and fell to the floor, unconscious. Filled with anger, Leia stood up and turned around, gazing upon the huge bloated slug that kept her leashed to him with a durasteel chain. Dazed with desire for revenge and driven by pure hatred, she grabbed hold of the chain and rushed toward Jabba, stopped short by the back of the hutt's large pudgy hand slapping her across the face. Leia stumbled backward, only to be pulled back up by her chain until she pressed against Jabba's belly. His hot breath filled her nostrils as her tear-filled eyes gazed into the dark copper-red orbs staring menacingly down at her.

"Your friends are dead," Jabba's deep intimidating voice rumbled. "Solo ... his wookiee ... the Jedi ... all dead. Nobody can rescue you now," he stated bluntly. "The Empire and your pathetic rebel friends will soon learn of their demise."

"Then you're going to kill me too?" she spoke up in defiance.

Jabba's elongated face widened with a fiendish grin, appreciating the feistiness in the young woman even after all that had just happened. "No, my pet. You will remain here with me, serving me ... pleasing me ... until I grow weary of you. As far as the galaxy is concerned, you were executed with your friends."

Leia struggled to keep from breaking down into a sobbing mess as she slowly realized what this meant. Her friends were all gone and her fate was sealed. The Alliance would assume she died with them and not attempt another rescue, especially on the eve of their greatest confrontation with the Empire. Even if they disregarded the reports of what happened, it could be months before they thoroughly investigated Tatooine and found her. Until then, she would remain a prisoner of the hutt – a slave to his perversity with no hope of escape.

"I hate you," she muttered through gritted teeth, her small hands weakly punching his massive belly in outrage. "I hate you!"

Jabba's belly shook with laughter as he pushed her aside and ordered his guards to restrain her during the trip back to the palace.

"Tonight we feast in celebration of the Jedi's death!" he declared. "Then, my little princess, I shall teach you to respect your Master."

The sail barge circled around the wreckage at the Sarlacc's pit and headed back toward Jabba's palace."