An unfriendly face, here to take him to the WORSE dictator.

Shadows lifted off of a pretty face as Yellow Pearl encroached from the end of the hall, eyeing the nude prisoner like a piece of meat. Griffith's blush renewed at the mischievous girl's presence; she shamelessly stared at his crotch as Canary—a nickname for Yellow Pearl—strutted towards his naked, bound form.

"Ah, the Subject in HC-126, Griff-ith. I'll be needing you."

The bird-nosed ballerina released his bindings, and let out a quiet chuckle as Griffith collapsed to the ground; he was completely exhausted, his balls drained of every last drop of cum after hours of unsupervised gang rape.

Clearing her throat, Canary announced, "Heed, prisoner: You've been summoned by the illustrious Yellow Diamond!"

Images of that gruff, dictatorial woman flashed in Griffith's mind, all sneering and sharp angles; if her softer counterpart had raped him until he screamed for mercy, then left him to be sexually abused in public by any subjects interested… then what torments could Yellow Diamond perpetrate? What punishments could possibly be worse than what Griffith has already suffered?

Extending a delicate, yet strong hand, Canary yanked Griffith to his feet, then grabbed a meaty fistful of ass to help keep the summoned hunk upright while he limped through the myriad alien corridors.

The Yellow Pearl grinned from ear to ear, mischievously eyeing the prisoner in her charge; suddenly ducking into a side-hall as she pulled an unrecognizable device out of the gemstone nestled between her tiny, pert breasts, she pressed him against a wall. Laying a nimble finger on Griffith's bare chest, she issued a threat, "You know, I've got a little time before my Diamond needs you… and I'd love to have a little fun."

Canary raised the unknown device in a violent motion that made her escort's hairs stand on end, and…

Snapped a selfie.

"Hey— your eyes were closed." She checked the camera roll, chuckling, "Well, at least your penis was in frame. Now come on, we have to hurry."

The rest of the walk flew bye with Canary supporting most of Griffith's weight, and they soon arrived at his dreaded destination; pushed through a pair of ominous doors that reached upwards until they escaped sight, Griffith entered the lair of Yellow Diamond alone.

And the dictator was awaiting him, looking through long eyelashes at her chamber's entrance, pursing her flawless lips in thinly veiled impatience. She didn't speak, she simply rose from her throne and approached, looking like an angered wasp.

The golden Goddess narrowed her withering gaze with each thunderous step she took, wordlessly stomping closer to him. To say she looked 'pissed' did no justice to the razor-edge in her eyes.

Trembling, Griffith tried to flee, but his exhaustion left him unable to reach even the cathedral doors before a monolithic hand stopped him dead in his tracks. Each of Yellow Diamond's gloved fingers constricted around him, and his naked, abused body was lifted away from solid ground by this glowering dictator.

He was petrified.