the guards take you to the dungeon

You nearly black out from the sensations, coming down from the surging emotions of being claimed by the Crime Lord, drifting off as the post-coital laziness smothers you and the Hutt.

But Jabba is not idle for long. He looks down at you, running a thick, stubby hand along your body. You drip with his fluids, down your body and pouring out your claimed cunt, as he fondles you like you're his property.

"Take her to the dungeons," Jabba purrs with cruel sadism, "no attempt on my life will be handled lightly."

You realize, as you try to resist but are once again overpowered, you have royally fucked up. Your bare body is lifted up and dragged down the stairs, towards darker and darker places, as your voice echoes and your screams fade into the blackness of Jabba's dungeons. The guards shackle you and leave you there.

You whimper and try to keep yourself warm.