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

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

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

"OH! YES, MASTER, YES!"

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

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

It's second nature now, to humiliate myself just the way Master likes. I barely perceive the jeering comments thrown at me by the dozens of onlookers, human and alien alike. I know they'd all have their way with me in a heartbeat – and if I don't keep Master happy, that's likely my fate. He tires of his slaves quickly once he breaks them. I have to keep him engaged, as much as I can barely stand it at times. The alternative is so much worse.

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

I'd learned what he liked to hear from the other slaves, through hushed conversations as they bathed or clothed me. They pitied me at first. Now, I think they resent me for not joining their ranks yet.

The puddle beneath me continues to grow, dribbling off the edge of the Hutt's throne. I pray that he doesn't force me to lick it all up this time. The phantom taste never seems to leave my tongue now.

Master reaches down to stroke my hair, treating me like the pet that I have become. Good for nothing more than my body, only useful for making Master and his friends cum. I'm barely even conscious of my nudity anymore – my skimpy outfits never stay on for long. I bask in this moment that I've earned for myself, trying to avoid the looming dread of what will happen when Master tires of me.

Hi! If you enjoyed this, I'm looking to roleplay something along these lines with a literate, detailed partner. I'd prefer to play as Leia, but I'm also open to Padme, Qi'ra, Jyn, Rey, or an OC!

I'd like to start with my capture, before my character ends up so broken and submissive. We could explore her trials and humiliations, following along as she gradually realizes being a whore is her best option.

If you're interested, shoot me a PM! We can work out the details and tailor the scene to fit both of our kinks and interests. In general, I might not be able to respond every day if you want to keep up the prompt long-term, but I'll always try to continue when I can. Please write more than a sentence for your reply – I want to hear your thoughts and ideas!

The more exciting, vivid, and creative you are, the better chance you have at getting a response ;)