Her ragged breaths came in spurts. The collar pressed against her windpipe, the chain taut behind her back. Worse, the arm wrapped around her and the beefy hand on her hip crushed her diaphragm. The flabby, leathery hide of the surprisingly strong arm was sticky on her soft skin, the sheen of slime cool. The other hand slid up her inner thigh, probing her and teasing her groin. 

One of her arms hung pinned at her side, the other resting under her round breasts, pushing them up and together. The right side of her body was sickeningly slippery and wet with drool, mucous, and slime. The outside of her breast bounced rhythmically against the drool-laden chins. Her Master's tongue snaked out occasionally to massage her breast and tease her nipple. 

She raised her eyes, meeting her Master's gaze, and immediately regretted it. His expression, inches from her face, was of unadultered glee, his huge eyes fixated on her. His mouth hung open in a lecherous grin, his tongue wriggling as he slurped at her helpless form. Her bra lay forgotten on the floor of the audience chamber, her skirt hanging unfastened at her waist. She moaned, the cackles of laughter from Salacious Crumb and the gathered cronies adding to her humiliation. 

Jabba's immense tail slid between her breasts with a nauseating squelch, the residue of muck lubricating its passage. She didn't exactly understand Hutt erogenous zones, but from her Master's exclamations, he was deriving immense gratification from exploiting her. She buried her disgust, her expression blank as he pounded her - her master had been in a foul mood, and she did not want to risk his wrath. She felt her skirt fall away, removing the last shred of cover from her naked body, and the crowd hooted with glee.   
  
The tip of his tail slid up to her mouth, and she wrapped her lips around it on each crest, a line of ooze dripping down her chin. She was counting the thrusts to distract herself, willing her Master to finish. She had lost count near three hundred and had to start over. Jabba's pudgy fingers stroking her wet vulva slipped inside her, and she moaned plaintively as her pelvic muscles clinched around his girth. The booming cackle of Jabba's laughter reverberated through her body, and she closed her eyes. Her hands moved to stroke Jabba's thick tail, and a tear rolled down her lovely cheek as she waited for her domination to finish. Perhaps this time, he would only climax three or four times before letting her rest.

An instrument of pleasure