The new arrival trembled as she followed the insistent tugs of her leash into the chamber, her arms bound painfully behind her head. Her eyes closed she entered, trying to block out the growing murmur from the gathered denizens of the throne room, their salacious comments causing her face to burn in shame.

Moving slowly past the horrible creatures, close enough to feel a few bold hands slide across her body, she suddenly felt very self-conscious. She became aware of the sway of her breasts as she walked, the hardness of her nipples in the cool air, and the growing wetness slowly making it's way down her thigh. As her body warmed and her mind thrilled at the thought of the crowd's hungry eyes taking in her lusty curves, she remembered the warm liquid they had forced her to drink before their arrival and knew now it must have been an aphrodisiac.

Her mind was fogging as she was brought into the center of the room a jerk from her chain signaling for her stop. Looking up and opening her eyes she felt her breath catch as she stared over the throne before her. Atop the dais was a creature of such immense obesity he seemed to overflow from the slab of stone he rested on. His skin was warted and slick with slime and drool, the rest of his slug-like body misshapen and grotesque. This monster... this hutt... was far more disgusting than she could have possibly imagined.

"This is the beast I will be forced to pleasure?" She thought with terror, "This is what will use my body and own me in every way possible?"

But even as revolution seemed about to overtake her, the aphrodisiac began to take it's full effect. As excitement suddenly rushed through her she was forced to close her eyes and steady herself as her knees weakened beneath her. It felt as if she was on the verge of orgasm, a low moan escaping her lips as she bent over and tried to control the sensation now pouring over her like water.

Slowly it passed and she was able to stand, her breathing rough and her legs quaking. As she lifted her eyes to her master again it was in an entirely different light. There was little of the nausea she had felt before, replaced instead by deep arousal at the thought of submitting herself to such a creature. The feeling of taboo and sexual domination only seemed to intensify her body's already frenzied lust and if not for the bindings around her wrists her fingers would have been between her legs without a second thought.

Jabba the Hutt's reptilian eyes moved over her as his large tongue slid from his lips. "Ah, who do we have here." His deep, commanding voice almost hypnotic as she listened.

Before the slaver could answer she fell to the floor on her knees, legs tucked beneath her, her hips slightly apart, and breasts thrust forward. "This slut wishes to be your loving slave," She cooed "Please make her yours...."