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Oola knew her fate as soon as she hit the ground.
The beast had not slated it's lust in over 4 days and it had started to rub itself against some of the rocks of it's enclosure.
Jabba had ordered it's Keeper not to to let it it bring itself to release and it's state of rut was evident.
She screamed and pleaded to the curious faces above her. She herself had seen what the creature had done to others, male, female, things that were both or neither.
All had perished to it's lust.
She pleaded to Jabba, pleaded for him to do the things she hated. The things that left her sobbing in the slaves quarters for days.
She could see both from his cruel eyes and the drool that leaked from his horrible mouth that she would get no mercy.
The Beast loped to her. She had nowhere to run. It's gigantic maleness was not fully erect but still it was half as long as she.
It grasped her.
Raised her screaming and brought her down.
