Scugg is in danger! You must warn him!

Blast your way to freedom? But that is not what Scugg commands! Master Scugg trusts you with his pleasure. You level the blaster at the redheaded **** girl and her eyes widen in fear.

"W-what are you doing?" she stammers.

"Guards!" you declare. "This assassin has tried to have me kill Master Scugg."

The Vixian translator sees the blaster in your hand and he signals for the Gorbonian guards. The redhead tries to flee and to fight, but they seize her in their powerful arms and haul her before Scugg. You nuzzle in against your master's bloated body, feeling the warmth of his flesh against his back. He shakes with laughter and speaks in his language.

"For your betrayal you will be thrown to the Rabidor," says the Vixian. "He will feast upon you and leave nothing but bones to remind future slaves to obey the Great Scugg."

"I curse you all," says the **** girl and she looks at you. "I especially curse you. What cowardice to succumb in only hours to Scugg. You could have freed us all."

"I know my place," you say and stroke Scugg's rippling belly. He reaches a flabby arm down and pats your head.

The Gorbonian guards carry the **** girl over to a hatch in the floor and, after a moment's struggle, they drop her down. You hear her scream and then the thump of her hitting the ground. Scugg pulls a lever on his throne and the entire platform shifts across the floor. It tips slightly so that Scugg, you, the other **** girl, and the translator can all peer down into the Rabidor cage. You can see the redheaded girl just rising from the dirty floor of the pit as a massive gate is raised by chains to release the Rabidor.

The beast is fifty feet tall and rusty brown, covered in lumpy amphibian skin. Its eyes are yellow pricks in its gigantic, toothsome head. With hands massive enough to easily grab a human and arms that would reach nearly across the pit it does not seem the redhead will stand much chance. Maybe if you- Scugg yanks on your chain and waves a flabby arm in the direction of the lurid pillar of his alien fuckmeat. The greasy flesh sways from side to side and moves slightly with the thudding steps of the Rabidor. Scugg barks a command in his language.

"Scugg commands you to mount him with your lusty human loins," the Vixian translates. "He demands you pleasure him while he watches this would-be assassin become a meal for his pet."

You glance back down into the pit. The redhead is flush against the wall of the pit trying to keep her distance from the Rabidor. It swipes at her and she rolls out of the way. It roars in frustration. You still have the blaster she gave you. If you intervened you might be able to save her yet.