try to fight back as Jabba does whatever he pleases with you

You resist as best you can at first, but what can you do? With your hands cuffed behind your back, pressing your chest forward towards the lustful slug, Jabba takes his time with his powerful hands, slowly tearing your spacer garb off of your body with incredible strength. You groan and squirm, but you can ultimately do nothing. Within Jabba's powerful grasp, and with your arms on such a short tether, you can only bear witness to Jabba's lustful intentions with you.

And you know you're not the only girl he does this with. You remember seeing Jabba's servant attend to his sexual needs earlier. You remember how eager they were to please him. You can't let that happen to you!

But deep down, you know it has already begun. As Jabba's power looms over your now exposed body, and his slime cascades off his form, staining you, claiming you as another one of his many possessions, a part of you feels a shameful release... your body begins to shake, half in fear, and half in pleasure, as the slug's tongue licks along your exposed breasts in the dim lighting of the room.

"Unngghh," you groan, but your resistance is mere lip service at this point. Jabba's hands grope along your ass, pulling down your pants and exposing your everything to his whims. Your cunt is already beginning to moisten as his slimy fingers begin to slide along your labia, delicately and deftly, you are almost surprised to find that he is skilled at bringing pleasure to your humanoid body.

With shame you feel your toes begin to curl with pleasure, your back arching as you press your breasts up against his sloppy tongue, before you catch yourself.

"No!" you cry, trying to shake yourself out of it. You try to put as much distance as you can between the slug and yourself, pulling your body backwards. Your shoulders ache as you find the limit of your leash and your body jolts. Jabba retracts his tongue as he chuckles, pressing a button on the base of his dais, causing your leash to become even shorter. You cry out in pain as you are pulled closer to the Crime Lord by nearly dislocating your bare shoulders.

"Aaggh--" you begin to cry out but are muffled by Jabba's powerful tongue invading your mouth again, sloppily parodying a kiss. You feel your body go limp against your will as his hands return to your rear, and then into your sopping wet pussy as his power overwhelms you and you find yourself lost in his lustful appetites. As he handles you, and you begin to moan with pleasure into his sloppy, disgusting mouth, you know you are just an object, a plaything for his entertainment. But, for some reason, that thought doesn't seem so bad, as you slip into the bliss of his caress, you feel your body begin to shake with forbidden pleasure...