Fight to maintain your dignity

No. Absolutely not. It's enough that someone stole you from your home and you've been helplessly paraded naked in front of these aliens like a piece of meat, and now you're tethered to this jellyfish thing, but you will not, will not, cum in the middle of a crowded street. You fight against the reflex and try to walk as normally as you can manage behind the jellyfish. Only about half of the aliens you pass are wearing clothes, so for all they know, nudity might be normal in human culture. There's no reason not to be dignified.

Well, as dignified as you can be.

It's pretty hard to walk straight, and the difficulty only increases when the tentacle in your cunt opens some kind of tiny hole directly over your clit and starts sucking at it. The sucking of your clit and throbbing in your cunt are frustratingly out of sync, waxing and waning in strength at unpredictable intervals, which makes it possible to -- barely -- resist cumming, but impossible to think of anything else. You're on alien streets, seeing things you never expected to see, but all you can concentrate on is resisting the stimulation and keeping up with the jellyfish.

It's not long before "walk normally" gives way to "keep up at all". Your gut and thighs are tight with tension. But after ten minutes, the jellyfish slows to browse stalls of trinkets run by various aliens.

If the circumstances were different, the stalls would be fascinating -- a hundred types of food sold by a hairy creature as high as your waist, unidentifiable engine parts of obviously suspicious origin sold by a gruff-looking spider creature, a stall of colourful glass curios run by what look like a family of living soap bubbles. Your owner shos for about an hour, teasing you the whole time, and seems mostly interested in decorative pieces, purchasing several pretty things and... eating them? That can't be right. {if Owner = 1} He {endif} {if Owner = 2} She {endif} {if Owner = 3} It {endif} must have some sort of natural pocket in its main body, like a pouch. Again, fascinating... in different circumstances.

But in the circumstances that you find yourself in, your owner is walking out of the markets, and towards a spaceport. A variety of spaceships of all shapes and sizes stand at the end of long metal walkways. You know that if you intend to escape any time soon, it's going to be a lot harder once you're off the space station.