struggle as Jabba's guards arrest you

"No! Unhand me!" You struggle as strong, thick, green hands grip your wrists and shoulders, while Fortuna hands off the box with hurried fear. The little whelp is terrified for his life, worried it's a bomb of some sort.

"Take it out of the palace! Open it there and tell me if it's safe!" he cries out after the attendants. "And you!"

He turns to face you, furious. "You'll pay for your crimes! You owe us a lot of money, bungling a shipment this important and then threatening our lives..." Fortuna's face has twisted into fierce hatred, before a booming laughter interrupts him.

Jabba the Hutt seems to have sobered up from all the commotion.

"Bib, you are dismissed," he waves his hand. Fortuna stands for a moment, seething, before finally huffing off.

"Now, you pretty little thing... Bring her closer," Jabba looks you up and down as he gestures the guards to escort you forward.

"What is the meaning of this!?" you struggle against the Gamorreans' arms, but to no avail. "I have no money, this job was supposed to make me cash! I'm honest!"

"Don't worry, my lovely girl," the Hutt continues, his voice sloppy and slobbery. "You may not have any credits, but I've found a way for you to compensate me without touching any of your *financial* assets..." he continues. His massive, blubbery body quivers with his words as he tremors in anticipation. Like a giant puddle of fluids, he sloshes as you are pulled closer.

"My guards are always in need of entertainment..." he begins, and the gamorreans around you being to cheer. They start to pull at your clothing, catching the meaning of their boss' words.

"No wait!" you cry, but it's of no use. "Unhand me you disgusting pigs!"

Thick, powerful, pulsing green arms rip off your clothing, exposing your pert breasts to the cold palace air. It's not long before they've removed all your clothing.

The first guard steps forward, his massive member throbbing with desire as he grabs you roughly by the hair and forces you to your knees. You struggle against his grip, but it's no use as he shoves his cock into your mouth, his foul taste filling your senses as you gag and ****.

Meanwhile, another guard positions himself behind you, his hands roughly grabbing at your hips as he spreads your ass wide and drives himself deep inside you. You cry out in pain and humiliation, but he only grunts in response, his thrusts growing more urgent with each passing moment.

And then there's the third guard, standing between your legs as he positions himself to take you from the front. You try to push him away, to deny him access to your most intimate parts, but he's relentless, driving himself into you with a **** that leaves you breathless.

You try to fight back, to resist the overwhelming sensations that threaten to consume you, but it's no use. Jabba's guards have you completely at their mercy, using you for their own pleasure as the crime lord looks on with twisted satisfaction.

At first, you fight back with every fiber of your being, spitting curses and insults at Jabba and his guards as they use you like a piece of trash. But with each thrust, each rough touch, you feel a flicker of something deep within you—a primal urge that refuses to be denied.

Despite your best efforts to resist, your body betrays you, responding to the overwhelming sensations with a hunger that cannot be quenched. You gasp and moan as the guards pound into you mercilessly, their cocks stretching you to your limits as they claim you as their own.

The taste of their sweat and musk fills your senses, driving you wild with desire as you beg for more, your cries of protest turning into pleas for their girthy members to fill you completely. You lose yourself in the heat of the moment, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure that threatens to consume you whole.