Epilogue: Fortuna's little fucktoy

There were many ways that this adventure could've ended, but you have ended up chained in the private quarters of a pale and sniveling twi'lek who made his little spot of life by sucking up to a slug. When he returns to his chambers at the end of the day, with rage at how his Master treats him, and frustration that he'll never be able to have the power he truly craves, he takes out all of his sadistic pleasures on you.

Chained to his bedside, he takes care of you physically, but he never attends to your true needs. Each night, as he closes his eyes, imagining Jabba the Hutt's thick phallus plunging into a lithe, beautiful **** girl, while other suckle at his hefty green balls and kiss his face, he thrusts over and over into you, until he climaxes while imagining Jabba's seed pouring out over crowds of eager **** girls.

Fortuna's place in the palace was a temporary position, most assumed, and this is something you feared. However, within a few months, you find yourself rather lucky. Jabba the Hutt is destroyed, and Bib Fortuna narrowly escapes the destruction. He returns, ruling over Jabba's Empire. He grows tired of you, a constant reminder of his inability to be Jabba the Hutt. However, he still uses you to take out his angry lusts when he needs to, fucking you senseless each night when things don't go his way, and throwing orgies in Jabba's throne room when things are good.

Fortuna meets his own demise, later, when Boba Fett purges him from the Palace. You are set free, but you never can leave the trauma you faced behind. You find yourself pulled to the same lifestyle, working at a brothel in Mos Espa, serving rich and powerful thugs by night and drugging yourself up during the day.

THE END