Jabba fucks you

As you find yourself chained to Jabba's throne, the cold metal biting into your skin, you can't help but tremble at the sight of the repulsive Hutt looming over you. His bloated form glistens with sweat in the dim light of his palace, his bulbous eyes fixated on you with a mixture of lust and disdain. The stench of his rank breath fills the air, making you want to gag as he grins down at you with his thick, slimy lips.

"Ah, my filthy plaything," he rumbles, his voice a deep, guttural growl that sends a shiver down your spine. "You're nothing but a worthless cum dumpster to me."

His words cut through you like a knife, igniting a mixture of fear and arousal that leaves you feeling dizzy and disoriented. You try to steel yourself against his taunts, but it's no use – Jabba's power over you is absolute, and you know it.

With a sickening sense of inevitability, you feel his clammy hands roaming over your body, groping and squeezing with a perverse sense of possessiveness. His touch is repulsive, sending waves of revulsion coursing through you, but you dare not resist – you know the consequences would be far worse than you could bear.

"You like that, don't you, you degenerate whore?" he sneers, his foul breath hot against your skin. "You're just a pathetic cock sleeve for my pleasure."

His words cut you to the core, but you dare not show weakness in his presence. Instead, you bite your lip and try to push the feelings of shame and humiliation to the back of your mind, focusing instead on the sensations coursing through your body.

You can feel his massive, throbbing cock pressing against your thigh, the sheer size of it sending a wave of fear and arousal coursing through your veins. It's grotesque and intimidating, but at the same time, there's a part of you that can't help but be intrigued by the sheer power it represents.

"Sloppy slut," he grunts, his voice dripping with disdain as he positions himself behind you. "I'm going to use every one of your filthy holes."

You can't help but whimper as you feel his massive hands gripping your hips, pulling you closer to him until you can feel the heat of his body pressing against yours. His skin is clammy and slick with sweat, sending a shiver of revulsion down your spine, but you dare not pull away – you know what he's capable of, and you can't afford to defy him.

With a forceful thrust, he enters you, his massive member stretching you to the limit as you cry out in a mixture of pain and ecstasy. The sensation is overwhelming, filling your senses and leaving you gasping for breath as he begins to move against you with a savage intensity.

His bloated, sweaty body presses against yours, his massive balls slapping against your ass with each relentless stroke. You can feel every ridge and vein of his cock as it plunges deep into your cunt, filling you completely and overwhelming your senses with pleasure.

The stench of his sweat and musk fills the air, mixing with your own **** arousal as you surrender to his dominance. You can't help but moan and whimper beneath him, lost in a haze of lust and submission as Jabba uses your body for his own perverse satisfaction.

"Disgusting cumrag," he grunts, his voice a savage growl as he drives himself deeper and deeper into you. "You were made for one thing, and one thing only: to please me."

His words send a shiver down your spine, but you dare not protest – you know that resistance is futile, and that the only way to survive is to submit completely to his will.

As he continues to pound into you with brutal ****, you feel yourself teetering on the edge of oblivion, lost in a whirlwind of pleasure and pain. Every nerve in your body is on fire, and you can't help but arch your back and cry out as he pushes you closer and closer to the brink.

And then, just when you think you can't take anymore, you feel him stiffen against you, his hot breath washing over your skin as he reaches his own climax. With a final, guttural roar, he fills you with his hot, sticky seed, sending you over the edge into a mind-shattering orgasm that leaves you gasping for breath and trembling with pleasure.

As you lay there, spent and exhausted, you can't help but feel a sense of shame wash over you – but at the same time, there's a part of you that can't deny the twisted thrill of being used and degraded by Jabba the Hutt. It's sick and depraved, but in this moment, it's all you have – and you know that you'll do whatever it takes to survive in this cruel and unforgiving world.