Claire Dearing's Rancor Encounter Alternate End 2

At this point, she did not realise he meant pleasure slave. Rather, she assumed she would be waiting on his orders. And to her, that was better than being eaten alive - he was right, she was very good looking and shouldn't be wasted. She smiled inwardly at that. 

"I choose slavery." She answered quietly.

"Ho, ho, ho," he laughed, "You shall be prepared immediately, then. You must look your best for your new master, my pet."

My pet? What did that mean? Perhaps some Huttese term she was unfamiliar with. Three of Jabba's guards led her to a room, where a golden bikini lay on a table. It had a metal bra that looked to be actual gold, with straps of leather, and a metal hoop with clips on either side, and two long layers of deep red fabric off each side, which seemed it would be her only source of cover for her private parts. She saw no underwear; what kind of a costume was this? The guards opened a door, into a room that appeared to be a changing room. They ordered her to remove all of her clothing and put on the bikini. She entered, left her white blouse and skirt on the bench inside. She was now left in her pink underwear and bra. She took off the underwear first, laying it on top of her white clothing. Then, she reluctantly unstrapped her bra, revealing her round breasts. She stared down at her naked body; it was, as the Hutt commented, rather beautiful, sexy, if she might say. It curved in all the right places, the legs were slender, and her breasts were large and rounded. She sighed as she put on the bikini. She was led back to the throne room, where she saw Jabba was having another strange tail erection, and his mouth was pouring dribble like a waterfall. Then a guard clamped a collar round her neck.

"Huh?" She said.

"We cannot let you stray too far, my pet. Now come, and pleasure me."

All at once, it sank in for Claire; she was not a traditional slave, but a sex slave, with only one purpose to pleasure the Hutt. As a guard attempted to pull her to her new 'master', she spluttered out:

"No, I don't want this! I want to go back to the pit! I don't want to pleasure you, you repulsive slug!"

Jabba seemed taken aback, but looked to be enjoying her struggle.

"Ah, but my pet, I have grown fond of your body and its perfection. I wish to keep you now, and any words against it will be ignored. Now, pleasure me!"

He yanked on her chain, pulled her close to him. This caused her to stumble, let out a small, pitiful yelp, and put her hands on his monstrous body. He pulled her in further, so that her body and breasts were pressed against his, and rubbed his hands on her back, one dangerously close to her behind. He drooled, some of which making it onto her body, even her breasts. She groaned:

"Uhhnnn...."

"Neaaaahhhh..." He orgasmed, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. 

To her disgust, he licked her face fully, coating it in slime. Her delicate ginger hair had strands covered in drool. Then, she jumped as she felt his tail slithering around her behind area, teasing the inside for a moment. She was feeling a huge sense of dread take over her; he was going to rape her, brutally it seemed. His tongue rolled out of his mouth again, this time touching upon her right breast. She orgasmed uncontrollably, much to her own disgust. His tail was now playing with the cloth that was covering her private areas, then went inside, to rub against her cheek, then penetrate between the two. His tongue, however, was covering the visible parts of her breasts in slime. His tail suddenly left her bottom, and tickled the side of her leg, before teasing her vagina. He was drooling a river now, and his eyes were rolled so far back it was hard to see the pupils. Orgasms were escaping his mouth every few seconds, as they were with Claire. His tail then began slithering inside her vagina, causing her to shake in orgasm. It touched upon the sides, and wriggled around tickling the surface. His tongue was now entering the gap between her breasts, coating them in the repulsive slime. All at once, however, he pulled himself out of her, causing a sigh of relief from Claire. He laughed at the sight of her now weak body and simply said: 

"Don't worry, you will not feel so drained after these sessions shortly. You may even begin to enjoy them; after all, there are years more to come of them!"

She sat in silent shock, her soul dying, and her heart wishing she had been eaten by the rancor.