"master, please cum in my whore mouth"

"That's a good little slut," Fortuna says before plunging his member back into your mouth.

Fortuna's sadistic commentary continues. "That's it, little thief. Take it all. Serve me well, and perhaps Jabba will show mercy," he sneers, each word a venomous lash that shows just how much of his power comes from his boss. The cuffs continue to bite into your wrists as you try to steady yourself on your aching knees.

The minutes stretch into an agonizing eternity as you endure the violation. Fortuna's sadistic pleasure growing with each thrust of his member between your lips. However, his taunts fade as his grunts grow louder and more frequent, and you can feel his member begin to spasm in your mouth. You close your eyes, bracing yourself for what comes next, almost joyful: this ordeal will soon be over. Finally, with a guttural groan, Fortuna spasms, gripping your hair and finishing in your mouth.

As Jabba's right hand man reaches his climax, his member sprays a thick load of seed into your mouth. The pale Twi'lek revels in your degradation.

His legs shake as he comes down from his climax, bending his knees as he pulls out and sprays your face with the remnants of his pent up desires. The pale Twi'lek, seemingly satiated, gazes down at you with a cold detachment.

"Remember your place, little thief," he sneers, the threat implicit in his words. With a final, disdainful glance, Fortuna turns away, leaving you alone on the cold floor, the remnants of your violation etched into the dimly lit chamber of Jabba the Hutt's palace, tying up his robes as he smiles at the mess he's made on your face.

In his triumph over your body, he seems to have left you unattended. Is this your time to make a move? Or should you stay here lest you be punished for trying to escape? You're honestly not sure how far you will be able to make it with your hands still in cuffs. Still, it would beat staying here to be fucked by Fortuna again.