Chapter 10
by 
conceptmonger
What's next?
moan weakly, asking for more
"What's that, little fucktoy?"
The twi'lek leans down, trying to hear your whimpering moans.
"Please, Master... Please..."
He seems puzzled. But he's not about to complain. He gestures for the Gamorreans to load your body up on a transport, and you begin to fade as the fatigue and shame settle in.
What's next?
