"kriff off you womp rat"

"Ah quite the attitude," Bib smiles with razor-sharp, crooked teeth, before stooping down to your level and gripping your chin with his hand.

"Such a pretty face..." he hisses, spitting on you. "We'll make good use of that."

He lets his hand slip lower, playing with your chest and tits until he suddenly brings his hand up and grabs your hair, pulling your head back. You accidentally let out a little whimper.

"Oh? The little dianoga likes having her hair pulled?"

"No I don't!" you hiss, before crying out again when he yanks harder on your brown locks.

His other hand slinks down your chest, maneuvering lower and lower, as he positions himself behind you, whispering in your air.

"I'm going to thoroughly enjoy you," his breath tickles your neck and ear. "Jabba always plays with his little toys, but now I have one of my own."

He hisses with sadistic glee before slipping his hands down into your panties. You gasp at the sensation as he yanks your hair again. With your hands shackled behind you, you're helpless to resist.