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"Mmm... yesyesyesYES! Oh, Master... OH!"

You've lost control of yourself, bucking and writhing atop your Master's immense tail. Your skimpy outfit has been stripped away, lying in a slimy heap on the floor beneath us. Master's powerful thrusts send you bouncing, forcing you to clutch his slimy bulk as your naked body jiggles rhythmically, covered in oil and Hutt-slime.

It's been less than a month since I bought or abductedyou. It feels like years ago that you walked freely, without a collar and leash tethering you a perverse alien slug. Already, you've started to forget what freedom feels like. The old you would be mortified if she could see you now. And your father... just hope he never does. I recorded us regularly, amassing a trove of blackmail. It was one thing to debase yourself in the walls of my palace – you didn't want the galaxy to know what had become of you.

"OH! YES, MASTER, YES!"

Your back arches as you cum for me for the fourth time this morning, your naked thighs trembling around my monster. Your submissive mewls only excite me further, increasing my pace and ferocity. You feel a familiar twitch, followed by a rush of milky white fluid, trickling warmly down your thighs. As my orgasm subsides, I lower you back to the floor, letting your unsteady feet touch my cold throne. Unable to stand, you sit in a puddle of my seed, just as you know I want you to. My ribbed cock slowly exits your shaven pussy lips, leaving you to sit there and recover as my semen leaks out of you.

Weeks ago, you would have balked at the idea of debasing yourself like this. Now, it's a vindicating feeling, the sense of a job well done. Your reward is avoiding the consequences of failing to please Master. You shudder as you remember how I punished you in those early days.

It's second nature now, to humiliate yourself just the way Master likes, if you don't keep Master happy, that's likely your fate. I tired of my slaves quickly once I break them. You have to keep me engaged, as much as you can barely stand it at times. The alternative is so much worse.

"Thank you for the gift of your seed, Master," you simper, a girlish lilt inflected in your voice. "This pleasure-hole is not worthy of your majestic tail."

I reache down to stroke your hair, treating you like the pet that you have become. Good for nothing more than your body, only useful for making me and my friends cum. You're barely even conscious of your nudity anymore – your skimpy outfits never stay on for long.

Hi! If you got this far and aren't grossed out, I'd love to hear from you :) The dynamic has long been a fantasy of mine, and I'd like to explore it in further detail with someone who shares the same fascination.

My kinks are noncon, dubcon, humiliation, ENF, exhibitionism, forced stripping/stripteasing, groping, oral, cumplay, anal, buttplugs, rimming,, watersports (giving), maybe some body modification, training, skimpy outfits/lingerie, pregnancy