Obey your master. You are his pleasure .

"Help me, please!" cries the redheaded slavegirl in the rabidor's pit. She just barely dodges another swipe from the roaring giant, diving onto the dusty, bone-littered floor. You can tell she's twisted her ankle. It's now or never.

You look at the bloated, grotesque mound of Scugg and the fleshy pink trunk of his cock standing up from his blubbery body and waiting for you. Scugg tugs again on the chain attached to the collar around your neck. Your mind is made up. This is your life now. Pleasing your master is all that matters.

The readhead screams again for help, but you're already kneeling on the flesh mountain of Scugg and crawling up his jiggling slope with your thighs against his amphibian flesh and your fat nipples dragging against him. As you reach his cock you can smell the sour aroma of his spunk. The Vixian slavegirl helps you up and as she guides the dripping alien head of Scugg's dick to the sopping mound of your pussy you turn and watch as the Rabidor swipes again at the redhead. The huge beast wraps the poor girl in his fist and opens his maw as it lifts her kicking, shrieking body off the ground. Scugg's huge dick parts your pussy and you slide down lower and lower, filling yourself with his prehensile prick.

You begin to bounce on Scugg's cock, your gaze petrified with horror as the squealing redhead falls into the huge maw of the rabidor. She pushes against its massive tongue and braces her slender legs against the roof of its mouth. Her wail of terror and desperation is silenced as the rabidor's mouth slams shut with a snap. It looks up out of the pit and then you hear it audibly swallow. This sends Scugg into a fit of laughter that jiggles his body and your big tits.

The rabidor pen is sealed and you dutifully ride Scugg, more than a foot of his meat sliding in out of your tender slit. The vixian slavegirl caresses you and kisses you and strokes your breasts. You cum, very hard, moaning into her open mouth and surrendering yourself to the pleasure. Several minutes of hard work later and Scugg is erupting with such **** inside you that his putrid jizz slops out of your well-fucked and very-stretched cunt.

You sink down and lay against your master. You scream in surprise and pain as your ass is burned with the brand of Scugg's harem. Now your past is forgotten. Forever and always, you will be one of Scugg's slavegirls. Your shapely body and eagerness to please him sexually quickly makes you a favorite. You spend his waking hours chained to his throne, reacting to tugs and commands by sucking him, fucking him, or stroking him with your naked body until you are showered in his hot spunk.

Whenever Scugg entertains guests your talents can be offered as part of his negotiations. You bed down with a ten-foot leech-headed Xillian, tongue working a series of nipple-like nubs until they sprayed black liquid all over your face. You are shared by a mated pair of orange-furred orangumen like Goob, finding them rough and demanding lovers you leave their chamber with bruises and very sore spots of your tender body, but you secure a favorable deal for your master. You even are **** to wrestle a twelve-titted Luxillian princess, easily overcome by her six arms and snakelike body she nearly crushes the life out of you before deciding she'd rather tongue your slit and penetrate you with a device designed for much larger alien females.

After more than a year of service as a slavegirl you have mostly forgotten your life as captain of the Velvet Hammer. You know Scugg traded your ship away to a merchant fleet and you know that Teatro escaped and your other crew members were fed to the rabidor, though thankfully when you were not **** to watch. It is sad knowing they died, but whenever you feel that tug on the chain connected to the collar permanently locked around your neck your pussy floods with juice and all you care about is the feel of Scugg's massive dick entering your body.

He's your master, after all.