on Jabba's cock, trying your best to ignite the slug's desires

With a desperation born of shame and longing, you throw yourself into the task of reigniting Jabba's desires, your inhibitions cast aside in a reckless bid for attention. Your mouth becomes a vessel of wanton submission as you eagerly **** down Jabba's cock, your throat constricting around him like a whore in heat.

Every slurp and gag reverberates through the chamber, drawing the attention of all those present, including Nyx, your former lover turned tormentor. The jeers and taunts from the assembled crowd rain down upon you like a torrential storm, each barb piercing your already wounded pride.

But you refuse to falter, your determination unyielding as you coax Jabba towards climax. His groans of pleasure mingle with the mocking laughter of the onlookers, a cacophony of sound that threatens to drown out the beating of your own heart.

And then, finally, it happens. With a guttural roar, Jabba reaches the peak of ecstasy, his seed spilling forth to coat your face in a sticky, viscous cascade. His release is a bitter victory, a fleeting moment of triumph amidst the sea of shame and humiliation that threatens to engulf you.

But as you bask in the afterglow of Jabba's climax, a cruel voice cuts through the din, slicing through your fragile sense of self-worth like a knife. It's Nyx.

"Well, well, Jess. Looks like you've found a new way to grovel," Nyx sneers, her voice cutting through the raucous laughter. "From spice trader to Jabba's little cum bucket. Quite the upgrade, don't you think?"

The crowd revels in the spectacle, their jeering amplified by Nyx's pointed words. Your face burns with shame as Jabba's fluids drip down your body, leaving a sticky trail that accentuates the degradation you willingly subjected yourself to.

Others chime in with their own mocking remarks. "Guess you've hit rock bottom, sweetheart," one sneers. The weight of the crowd's judgment presses upon you, but it's Nyx's words that cut the deepest.

"Remember when we used to dream of a life beyond this filth?" she taunts, her eyes locked onto yours with a mix of malice and triumph. "Funny how things change, isn't it? You've come a long way, Jess."

You look up to see if your Master will defend you, but the slimy being you've given yourself to, in body and soul, is still carrying on a conversation with another Hutt. Ashamed, and with your face burning red under a bucket of Hutt cum, you feel like you will implode.