return to Jabba's Palace

Jabba's shuttle remains in hyperspace for a few days, and though you are the Slug's property, you somehow feel as though you no longer belong. His attentions are elsewhere, and you realize that what little self-worth you had left was wrapped up in please him. Now, what purpose do you serve?

You return to life as it was before, and you breathe a sigh of relief. There is a certain comfort in the normalcy. The next morning you wake up, and he fucks you, just like he has countless times. But still, there is something missing in all of it. Something feels off. You know you have lost your Master's favor.

A few more days pass, and though your eyes well with tears of gratitude every time your Master fucks you, you begin to find yourself bawling yourself to sleep. Your fears are realized, one day, when a green-haired woman is dragged into Jabba's throne room.

"Get your hands off me you brutes!" she cries as the guards drag her, kicking and struggling, into Jabba's lair. You observe her fiery defiance with a mix of admiration and envy, knowing deep down that she possesses a spirit you've long since lost.

As she's brought before Jabba's throne, her struggles momentarily cease, replaced by a look of resignation as she realizes the gravity of her situation. You can sense your Master's approval of her feistiness, a trait he often finds appealing in his conquests.

"Let me go, you slimy slugs!" she hisses, her voice laced with defiance as she struggles against her restraints. "I'll never submit to the likes of you!"

But her protests fall on deaf ears as the guards deposit her at Jabba's feet, her struggles futile against the iron grip of her captors. You watch with a mix of anticipation and trepidation as Jabba's bulbous eyes fixate on the struggling figure before him, a hungry gleam in his gaze.

"Ah, the green-haired beauty..." Jabba purrs, his voice oozing with menace as he surveys the defiant smuggler before him. "I've heard much about you, my dear. It seems you've caused quite a stir in the underworld."

The smuggler's jaw tightens with determination, her eyes blazing with defiance as she meets Jabba's gaze head-on. "You think you can just take me prisoner and make me your ****? Think again, Jabba. I'll never bow to the likes of you!"

But her bravado only seems to amuse Jabba, a cruel smile spreading across his grotesque face as he gestures for the guards to remove her restraints. "We'll see about that, my dear," he chuckles darkly, his gaze never leaving hers. "But for now, I have other plans for you."

With a flick of his wrist, Jabba signals for the guards to bring the smuggler closer, and strip her.

You watch with a mixture of envy and arousal as the last of her clothing is stripped away, revealing her tantalizing form to your Master's greedy gaze. She struggles against her captors, but it's clear that her resistance is half-hearted at best.

Jabba's powerful hands roam over her bare skin, his touch leaving trails of slimy residue in its wake. You shudder, intimately familiar with the sensation of his touch, but it feels different seeing it inflicted upon someone so fiercely independent.

The smuggler's protests are muffled by Jabba's tongue as it laps across her face, leaving a trail of slobbery slime in its wake. Despite her struggles, you can see a glimmer of arousal in her eyes as Jabba's tongue trails down to her breasts, slurping and sucking on them with a voracious hunger.

You can't help but feel a pang of jealousy as you watch the smuggler succumb to Jabba's touch, her resistance melting away as she surrenders herself to the pleasure of his embrace. You remember a time when you too fought against Jabba's advances, but now, you find yourself longing for his attention, craving the touch of his slimy appendages on your own skin.

As Jabba's fingers probe the depths of the smuggler's body, eliciting moans of pleasure from her lips, you can feel your own arousal building to a fever pitch. With trembling hands, you begin to touch yourself, **** for release as you watch Jabba claim yet another victim.

But even as you succumb to the pleasure of your own touch, a sense of shame washes over you, a reminder of the depths to which you have fallen in your servitude to the cruel slug. But as Jabba continues to use the smuggler for his own pleasure, his grunts of satisfaction filling the air, you find yourself unable to resist the lure of his touch.

And as you surrender yourself to the pleasure of his embrace, the echoes of his cruel laughter ringing in your ears, you can't help but wonder if you'll ever be able to break free from his grasp and reclaim your dignity once more.

But as Jabba's pleasure reaches its peak, his massive form trembling with ecstasy, you find yourself unable to tear your gaze away from the spectacle before you. With a final, guttural roar, he releases his hot, sticky cum deep inside the smuggler, filling her with his seed as she cries out in pleasure and pain.

You watch with envy as Jabba claims yet another victim, your own arousal reaching its peak as you succumb to the ecstasy of his touch. But as you come down from the high of your pleasure, a sense of emptiness washes over you, a reminder that you will never truly be that girl ever again.

Just as you expected, Jabba sends you to the harem for good the next morning. Though he summons you back from time to time, to entertain him with a dance or a quick shag, you never know the joys of being your Master's favored pet ever again.