Strip and give Scugg a bath

Someone might suspect something if you danced too close to the gun rack. Better to just play it safe and go along with Scugg's throne slaves. One is slender, red-haired human and the other is a blue-skinned, silver-haired Vixian with large breasts. They peel out of their metal bikinis and dance over to you.

Their fingers are practiced on the clasps. The Vixian presses her lips to yours and you kiss. Her hand glides beneath the cup of your bikini and she squeezes and strokes your breast. Your lips part and her tongue darts into your mouth. The human crouches behind you and slides the bikini bottoms down your thighs. Her lips touch your plump ass. She kisses from one tender cheek to the other and then up your back so that three of your can share an embrace.

Scugg chortles with laughter. The girls bring out oils and soaps from a compartment in his throne. The Vixian pours the soap over your bodies and you slide together, naked and slippery, your contact producing suds that drip from your hard nipples and glide down your legs. The human girl is licking your nipple, the Vixian is kissing your neck and stroking your ass, squeezing it and pulling the cheeks apart to allow the soapy liquid to cascade down your crack and drip from the swollen lips of your pussy. The Vixian's hands caress your thighs and cup your hungry cunt. She smiles at you and you can't help but smile back and smoosh your big tits against hers.

Scugg gives the three of you a yank on your chained collars and you are dragged against his body. The Vixian gestures for you to imitate her and she crawls atop the stinking, grotesque fatness of Scugg and begins to slide her soapy body against him. She grinds her hips down onto his flesh and he laughs and rolls his eyes back into his head. You follow suit, laying yourself atop the huge crime boss and sliding your soapy covers all over him. Smudges of filth are scrubbed off by your tits. Your ass cleans away grime and grease, and your hands and aching pussy wash away the bits of food and spilled wines staining his disgusting drooping breasts.

Your foot brushes against something sticking up from Scugg and he shakes and shouts and his eyes fly open. You realize your foot has touched a curved pink protrusion, like a snakes or an eel, almost two feet in length. It sticks up from Scugg's bloated body and quivers in the air. You stare at it for several seconds and then Scugg yanks you towards his face. You cry out at the sight of his huge mouth, fearing the crime lord might be about to swallow you, but instead he licks your leg, running his shovel-sized tongue warmly up your thigh, over your tender slit, and up your belly to your breasts. He pulls you down and begins licking and sucking your breasts, pulling each huge tit into his mouth.

The stink of his breath is horrible, but his tongue feels amazing. When it touches your cunt you want to melt into his gaping mouth. You throw back your head, stifling a cry, and as you do you see on a shelf yet another blaster pistol. It's only a foot or so away. You could easily grab it and blast him.

Or you could enjoy what Scugg is doing to you.