"get your fingers off of me you filthy slug!"

"Get your fingers off of me you filthy slug!" you scream, pushing against Jabba's slimy belly, but your efforts are futile as his grip tightens, pressing you closer to him. The sensation of his fingers trailing along your clit is both revolting and intoxicating, drawing out moans despite your protests.

"Stop... don't touch me like that," you whimper, but Jabba only chuckles, his thick green slime oozing around you. You feel trapped, suffocated by his disgusting presence as his mucousy saliva drips down your chest, making you shudder in disgust.

You try to resist, but his fingers are relentless, teasing and probing your entrance with an alien touch that both repulses and arouses you. "I hate you," you mutter, even as your body betrays you, responding to his manipulations with increasing desire.

As he brings you closer to the edge, you want to scream, to fight against the pleasure he's forcing upon you, but it's like he's controlling your every move. "I won't give in," you grit your teeth, but the words sound hollow even to your own ears.

Jabba's voice echoes. "Yes, my little plaything, that's it...", commanding you to surrender to him, and you feel a surge of defiance. "I'm not your little anything," you snap, but it's as if he's casting a spell over you, bending your will to his own.

You struggle to hold onto your sense of self as his fingers quicken their pace, driving you towards an inevitable climax. "I won't beg," you protest weakly, but your resolve crumbles with each insistent stroke.

"Please... please stop," you whimper, your words muffled as his slimy tongue envelops your face. But deep down, you know you don't want him to stop. You crave the release he offers, even as it fills you with shame.

"Oh, Master," the words slip out before you can stop them, and you hate yourself for it. But the pleasure is too intense, overwhelming your senses as you surrender to him completely.

As you reach your peak, you cry out his name, your body trembling in ecstasy. You've lost yourself to him, your identity swallowed up by his disgusting embrace.

As the realization sinks in, you feel a wave of despair wash over you. You've become nothing more than a plaything for this vile creature, and there's no escaping it now. You're his, body and soul, marked by his slime for all eternity.