Master

Leia pushed her way inside Jabba's harem, the light filtered through the thick curtains. The floor was covered with plush carpets, but her bare feet felt every texture, every fiber, as if her body were hypersensitive.

The collar around her neck tightened, a constant pressure that reminded her of her status. She instinctively knelt, her head bowed, while Jabba, that large, gelatinous slug, looked at her with slimy eyes. His breathing was heavy, almost obscene, and Leia felt his gaze on her, like a disgusting caress.

After Jabba began to speak, C-3PO translated:

• Lord Jabba commands that you make love to this Twi'lek to prove your subservience by pushing yourself beyond your limits.

With that, a Twi'lek **** girl stepped forward, undressed sensually, and said to Leia:

• I belong to you, Master, do with me as you will, I am your Nia. Leia felt a wave of revulsion rise within her, but her body, under the influence of the collar, reacted differently.

The Twi'lek approached, her eyes shining in the dim light, and her slender hands caressed Leia's shoulders. Each touch was ****, a mixture of disgust and **** desire that tore her apart.

She tried to resist, to remember her pride, her strength, but the collar held her too tightly, constantly reminding her that she was only a ****, a thing without will.

The Twi'lek sensually undressed Leia, with a thousand caresses, kisses on her neck, her breasts, her mouth, to which Leia's body responded as if it had never done anything else.

Each touch was ****, a mixture of disgust and **** desire that tore her apart. The Twi'lek, with perverse gentleness, slid her fingers along Leia's spine, causing shivers despite the rising revulsion within her.