play your part

You remind yourself that you're supposed to be Durga's pleasure ****, and Jabba's before that. You are supposed to be disgusted with this life, but pretend to your best ability to enjoy it. Durga is your new Hutt Master, you remind yourself, and he violates you in any way he sees fit. You have been broken, molded, shaped by powerful, slimy Hutt Masters, and you live to serve them. You are planning your only way of escape.

You continue to remind yourself of the role you're going to play, but as the dignitaries come in, and Durga pulls on your collar, pressing your bare back against his slimy bulk, trepidation flashes across your mind. Durga might get more into the bit than you do. You did not discuss any limits. You shudder as Durga's grip on your collar awakens many feelings in you... possessed, owned, collared... Even if you're just pretending, every single person entering the room believes you're Durga's little pet. His plaything. You can't shake the feeling that that somehow makes it real.

And maybe that's what Durga is going for. He wants you to feel violated, used, and manipulated. He wants you to feel betrayed, so that when you do finally deliver the fatal virus to his enemies, with a promise that it will help them find the location of all of Jabba's hidden troves of wealth, you'll seem like the genuine thing. Perhaps you already are the genuine thing. Nothing more than a puppet in Durga's game. What does it matter if your body is being used for sex or for power? You shudder as his bloated body presses against your back.

You feel cold, wearing the scant garb of a ****, and the warmth of Durga's body is actually a reprieve. You lean a little closer to him, letting his body engulf you, as his power and empire swallows you up.