struggle as the guards drag you off

Spitting out curses and profanities, the guards drag you out of the party and into the dark halls. After a few twists and turns, you find yourself in a private, dimly lit chamber. The guards pin you down, cuff you, and gag you. He dismisses them with a flick as he looks down at you, his perverse glee evident.

Bib Fortuna's cold, yellow eyes fixate on you with a predatory intensity as he approaches you. The flickering light casts ominous shadows across his dry, pale skin, accentuating the malevolent gleam in his gaze. His slender fingers, adorned with intricate rings, curl into fists as he stands before you, the unmistakable air of retribution lingering.

"Caught you, little thief," he sneers, his voice a sinister whisper that sends a shiver down your spine. His long, lekku tendrils twitch with anticipation as he relishes the power of having you at his mercy. The Twi'lek's lascivious intentions hang in the air like a toxic fog.

The guards, having cuffed your hands tightly behind your back, leave you alone with Fortuna. The door hisses shut, sealing your fate in the dimly lit chamber. The pale Twi'lek circles you like a hungry predator, his eyes never leaving your form. There's a sadistic glee in the way he toys with the control panel, dimming the lights further, creating an atmosphere that reeks of impending violation.

Fortuna's thin lips curl into a grotesque smirk as he looms over you. "You thought you could steal from me, eh?" he hisses, the Twi'lek's breath hot against your face. The stench of spice on his skin adds an unsettling layer to the palpable tension in the room.

Without warning, he grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back. The pain radiates through your scalp as Fortuna's yellow eyes bore into yours. "You're going to pay for your insolence, little thief," he snarls, a twisted pleasure evident in his sadistic intent.

Fortuna's other hand snakes down, deftly unbuttoning your shirt. His touch is invasive, devoid of any hint of remorse. The cold metal of the cuffs bites into your wrists as you struggle against the unwelcome violation. The Twi'lek's lustful hunger intensifies with each passing moment.

"You're in for a painful lesson," he purrs, his voice a venomous melody that resonates with a sadistic delight.

With a swift, predatory movement, Fortuna tears away your shirt, leaving your torso exposed and ****. His eyes linger on your body with a perverse satisfaction, savoring the discomfort etched across your face. There's no mercy in the twisted grin that curls his lips.

Fortuna's cold fingernails trail down your chest, leaving a sickening anticipation in their wake. His touch is callous, devoid of any semblance of empathy. "Jabba will hear about your little thieving escapade, but first, you're going to serve your penance," he declares, the threat hanging heavy in the air.

You try to protest through the gag, but your grunts fall on deaf ears as Fortuna forces you to your knees. The cold, unyielding floor sends shivers through your exposed body. The pale Twi'lek towers over you, his lekku undulating with a perverse excitement. There's a wicked hunger in his eyes as he revels in the dominance he now wields.

"Jabba's credits demand payment," Fortuna utters, his voice unable to hide his perverse glee. With a cruel smirk, he unbuckles his belt, the metallic clinks echoing through the chamber. His blue robes part, and the atmosphere thickens with a sickening blend of fear and loathing as Fortuna exposes himself to you. His lustful intent looms over you like a suffocating shadow, leaving you utterly defenseless against the impending violation. His cock hangs in your face, twitching and growing harder in the cold, damp air of this backroom. He pulls your gag down, and his desires are evident.

You've little choice left but to indulge this disgusting creature.