Fortuna continues to finger you

His finger explore your slick folds, at first greedily groping around, but soon they find a gentle, soft rhythm and as the time passes, and as his rancid breath tickles your ear, and the tightness of his hand on your head lulls you into a trance, you find yourself almost enjoying the sensation.

"Augh no!" you cry, trying to shake yourself free of the feeling. His sharp fingers dig into your labia and thighs, and you cry out in pain.

"Now now, don't make this too fun for me," the pale twi'lek chuckles as he touches you with more abandon.

"Ungh, no, stop..." you protest, but the feeling of being held down and **** to do whatever he wants proves to be a powerful aphrodisiac. You start to cry out, less from pain, and more from pleasure, as you begin to tremble.

His finger continues to dance on your clit and slip in and out of your dripping hole until you start to shake more, and then arch your back, and then shamefully contract around his disgusting digit as you climax from the goon's attention.

"That's it, that's my pretty little thing, cum for Master..." he whispers, shuddering with perverse pleasure.

He stands up, adjusting his robes and brushing off the dust of the prison chamber. He stands over you as you lay on the ground, a wet mess.

"Now, you just wait right here while I go and get some guards to escort you to my chambers. There, we'll have a lot more fun." He shoots you a wicked smile before walking off. He doesn't even bother to close the door behind him.