Jabba claims a new plaything

You groggily make your way to the throne room, where you sit on Jabba's dais, your bare back pressed against his slimy hide.

You serve two purposes here. On one hand, you are here to attend to any of Jabba's desires. Does he wish to grope your breasts? He can. You will obediently remove your top and let his slimy appendages caress your sensitive humanoid features. Does he desire more stimulus? You'll blow him with the skill of a practiced artisan, for you do little else with your life. Does he wish for a massage? Once again, you are there, and you have a supply of ointments and perfumes with which to rub into his gelatinous form.

On the other hand, you also exist to display Jabba's power. A beautiful woman like yourself is the desire of many a man, whether they be human, twi'lek, or hutt. Many creatures would give much of what they have to get a night with a beautiful woman such as yourself. However, here you sit, on demand for Jabba the Hutt. It flaunts his incredible wealth to have such an alluring human exist in such a submissive capacity. Jabba's enemies look with displeasure at his power, and his allies with envy. It inspires them to keep working for him, for they know that a powerful criminal such as himself is able to give much to those who are loyal.

Today, however, your services fit neither role, exactly. You watch as someone is dragged in, kicking and screaming, trying to fight against the unbeatable arms of two, massive, gamorrean guards.

"Get your hands off me you brutes!" she cries as she is brought against her will to Jabba. She opens her eyes, ceasing from her struggles momentarily as she realizes she has been brought into Jabba's presence. She is a feisty one, and you can sense your Master's approval.

"Ah, the smuggler..." Jabba purrs sinisterly. You shiver, reminded of your previous life of independence and adventure. You try to put such memories behind you.

"Listen, Jabba," the girl begins, clearly trying to come up with some kind of out. "I just need a few more days, I'll have your credits in no time!" She emits a nervous chuckle. "Then I'll repay you in full!"

"I think I know how you can repay me now, in full," Jabba says, as he gestures with his hands, pointing at her clothes and then the floor. The gamorreans know exactly what he intends.

"Hey Jabba, wait," she lets out a nervous chuckle, but perhaps she can sense the inevitability of this fate, or perhaps she knows that this is better than whatever she'd have to do for credits, but her struggling grows gentler as the last of her clothing is removed. You marvel at her body, it is truly marvelous, and you feel a bit of pride in knowing that your Master will be claiming such a lovely girl. She is brought forward to Jabba's slimy clutches, as she kicks and protests. You can tell it's mostly a show. You used to do the same, pretend to want to resist Jabba, because you knew that the alternative was more terrifying. Being Jabba's plaything, and wanting it... well, that was a final state someone couldn't just walk back from.

Jabba's powerful hands feel across the smuggler's bare form, staining her with slick, greasy slime. You shudder, you know this feeling intimately, but it feels different to see it on someone who is so fiercely independent. You see yourself in the woman, as Jabba's tongue laps across her face, muffling her protestations. You were once a smuggler too, but Jabba's power comes for all, claiming them and bringing them under his slimy dominion.

Jabba's tongue rubs along the girl's breasts, slurping on them in ways you know she would enjoy were she just to stop screaming. You begin to touch yourself, wishing that Jabba's tongue would caress your nipples like that. All too often, Jabba's attentions were elsewhere: on matters of state, other girls, or substances. Other times, your Master was just looking for a quick jerk off. He used your body, but he didn't seem to even see you.

Your Master clearly saw this smuggler, and every kick, scream, and punch only turned him on further. You watch the head of his cock peak out beneath his rolls, and you touch yourself a little faster. You feel your mouth begin to salivate. You wish to join in, but you know this would displease your Master. Besides, you'd probably get clocked upside the head. You watch the smuggler's movements change as Jabba's finger probes her depths. You can tell that no matter how much she is resisting, she can't really deny the pleasure Jabba's digits can give a girl. You don't believe all of her resistance is genuine. You begin to suck on the two fingers of your other hand while the first continues to play with your clit. You lean against Jabba, feeling his bulk wobble with every action in this game he is playing with his newest prisoner.

Jabba takes his time, letting his fingers do most of the work before the screaming girl has calmed down a little, turning into a mumbling melted piece of puddy in Jabba's hands. He lowers her onto his fat member as you watch with jealousy. His pleasure fills her, and she cries out, this time in half pain and half ecstasy. With his powerful hands, he lifts her up and down on him, using her tight little hole as he slurps along her bare chest. You can see the smuggler begin to use her hips as well, letting each thrust go even deeper.

You come at once before Jabba does, but you can't help coming again as you watch his thick member spasm in her tight cunt and spurt thick sloppy seed down the smuggler's legs. Jabba has claimed another girl, and you moan as your legs shake, wishing so badly it was you.

But it was you, once, you remind yourself. And that feeling makes things just a little more warm in your heart, as you come down from the high of your pleasure and curl up into your Master's bulk. His warmth envelops you, as you press as much of your skin against him as you can.

You hear your Master instructing the guards to take the woman somewhere to get cleaned up, but you pay no heed to the words. Instead, you grip onto your leash, holding it, because it's the one true thing that makes you feel you belong.