eat dinner

Chained and collared to Durga, you are a mere spectator for this part of the act, but you know it's important he shows you off. And, you are quite the spectacle.

He welcomes the dignitaries to his ship, giving a speech about unity in the absence of stability, and commences the feast. You are not allowed to get your own food, but as Durga eats above you, sloppily ingesting his meal, he brings half-finished morsels down to you with his giant Hutt hands. You see a piece of unidentifiable meat between his fingers, and see the remnants of his goopy fluids across it. He brings it up to your mouth, and you hungrily gobble it down.

He continues to feed you with his hands as you are **** against his side by the collar and how cold the room is. You begin to curl up next to him, disgusted at yourself at how excited you are to receive any more of his half-eaten food.

"Thank you, Master," you say, trying to commit to the bit. The words almost feel good on your mouth and you shudder as he looks down at you with approval. You can tell that his smile is not just an act. You are ashamed, but you bask in the warmth of his appreciation.

He brings a giant goblet of wine to your lips, and pours it into your mouth. You gulp it up as quickly as you can, imbibing much more than you expected to in an attempt to not **** on it. You still end up coughing a little as he pulls the goblet away and back up to his own lips. He continues to talk about trade revenues and Imperial mandates as he feasts on his food. It's truly disgusting watching him devour the meal, his sloppy Hutt mouth slurping and gulping, spitting bits of food and slop all over the place and onto you. You look up his massive belly and chins to watch his eating habits. You find you can't look away.

But looking out over the other dinner guests, you feel even more terrified. They look at you with true lust, jealous of Durga's power, and jealous of his control over you. They see you as an object that they desire, which is somehow worse than the way Durga perceives you: as an object he already has. You curl up a little closer to him as his body oozes green fluids across you.

His hand begins to idly grope along your shoulder as the meal transitions into strategy discussions. There is a careful diplomatic game being played at the table, and you begin to pick up on it. Durga's finger slips under your bra and teases your nipple, but you don't protest. You know better. You let him begin to grope your breasts and even remove your top as it becomes uncomfortably tight.

With your bare chest out and exposed for everyone to look at, and Durga to play with, you try to lean back and let this moment pass.

You muse to yourself, if you were truly a ****, you would want this Master of yours dead.

But then again, would you? You look out over all the other criminals gathered here. Would you rather be with one of them? How could you trust them? With your Master, you are much safer. And, you know that... wait... did you just refer to Durga as your Master? How long have you been doing that?

You try to shake the thought of it but can't as you sit beneath this massive, slimy Crime Lord who gropes your now slimy breasts and holds you on a leash as a display of his power, and an outlet for his desires.