Jabba isn't done yet

As the long day of Jabba's meetings comes to a close, and you retire to his chambers, you sense that your Master isn't done with you yet. He still has needs that are unfulfilled. You bite your lower lip... your Master's libido is incredible.

You find yourself alone with the repulsive Hutt, his massive form slumped on his dais like a grotesque monolith. His bulbous eyes fixate on you with a predatory hunger, the gleam of anticipation flickering within their depths.

"Come before me, my little whore," he rumbles, his voice a guttural growl that sends a shiver down your spine. "It's time to attend to your master's needs."

With a resigned sigh, you approach, steeling yourself for what you know is to come. The chains rattle as Jabba gestures for you to kneel before him, his thick, slimy tongue slithering across his lips in anticipation.

The stench of his foul breath fills the air as he reaches out to touch you, his thick fingers trailing over your skin with a disgusting possessiveness. You suppress a shudder at the repulsive sensation, forcing yourself to maintain your composure in the face of his vile desires.

"You're such a pathetic cock sleeve," he sneers, his voice dripping with contempt as he roughly pulls you closer. "But you'll do."

You bite back any desire to reject his assertions. You submit to his advances, allowing him to use you as he sees fit.

With a brutal forcefulness, Jabba begins to undress you, his massive hands roaming over your body with a revolting sense of entitlement. His touch leaves a trail of slime in its wake, a sickening reminder of your utter powerlessness in the face of his will.

As he positions himself behind you, you can feel the heat of his massive body pressing against your back, his bloated belly squelching against your skin. The sheer size and weight of him are suffocating, leaving you feeling small and insignificant in comparison. Bent over, in front of his throne, you can do little but wait.

You feel the heft of his thick member as it lands on your back and ass, a truly incredible organ. It begins to grow rigid as he rubs it along you, and you can feel his hefty balls grinding against your vulva.

With a rough thrust, he enters you, his massive cock stretching you to the limit with each merciless stroke. The sensation is overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and pain that leaves you gasping for breath as he drives himself deeper and deeper into you.

Jabba's grunts fill the chamber, each sound a brutal reminder of your utter powerlessness. His massive balls slap against your thighs with a sickening rhythm, sending shockwaves of pleasure and revulsion coursing through your body with each brutal thrust.

You moan and whimper beneath him, lost in a haze of lust and submission as Jabba uses your body for his own perverse satisfaction. The physical and emotional toll of the encounter leaves you feeling drained and hollow, a mere vessel for his depraved desires.

And as he finally reaches his climax, his hot seed spilling into you with a guttural roar of satisfaction, you feel a terrible mixture of emotions: pride, joy, shame, hate, love, pain. The ordeal may be over for now, but you know that it's only a matter of time before Jabba demands your submission once again. You curl up and go to sleep, pushing your confusion deeper and deeper, until you're completely consumed by Jabba's indomitable will. You truly are his little cocksleeve.