Submit to Scugg's touch

Oh yeah, that's the spot. Right there. Get that fat little finger into your slit. Just like...what were you thinking? Oh, yeah, something about a blaster. You can worry about that later. Scugg is doing such a good job slurping away on your big tits and finger-banging your juicy slit that you're not too worried about escaping.

The fat beast is soapy clean, but his breath is like a sewer. Hot air gusts over your face and you hold back your bile and try to enjoy it as he runs his huge, punk tongue up over your breasts and licks across your face. You suddenly realize that you've been grinding your hips against his finger-fucking. His little sausage fingers are inches deep in your sloshing snizz.

Suddenly, Scugg grunts and lifts you up above his face. The world spins and then you feel your butt being lowered towards his mouth. His breath is hot against your thighs and ass. You are sitting on his velvety soft tongue, the warm muscle conforming perfectly to your ass and your slit. It lowers into his mouth and your entire ass is absorbed in warm wetness. His tongue rolls up between your legs and when you look down you can see the pink tip curling against your cunt and flicking your clit.

His tongue is everywhere. It's like taking a bath that also eats your pussy and your ass. You've heard of some incredible living spas on the pleasure colony of Hedonica, but you can't imagine anything feeling this good.

"Oh yes," you moan, rocking back and forth against his tongue. "I'm going to cum so hard."

The **** girls crawl up Scugg's body and begin kissing you and your breasts. Each is sucking on one of your fat nipples when you can take it no more. You throw back your head and lean your back against Scugg's face as he licks you to a tremendous orgasm. Waves of spasms wrack your body and you grind your slobbery fuck hole against Scugg's tongue until you can't stand it anymore.

Scugg lets you stay like that, your ass and pussy dangling in his mouth. After a minute or so he grunts and unceremoniously heaves you face down on his body. Your flesh slaps against his and your arms dangle over the curved lump of his body. You lift your face from his sudsy flesh and you're staring right at the pink and purple trunk of his swaying prick. Scugg grunts something in his language and the Vixian translator does his job.

"He commands you to pleasure him with your mouth until you drink the milk of his loins."

"Or?" you ask.

The Vixian translates and Scugg smacks your ass quite hard. He replies in his language.

"Or you will be cast down into the Rabidor pit so that he may dine upon your supple flesh," translates the Vixian. As he does you notice that someone has taken one of the blasters down from the rack and placed it on the edge of the throne. It's not even much of a stretch to reach it. You could grab it and take charge and escape. No problem. Easy.

Or if you lack any courage you could stay quiet and do as you are told by the vile galactic crime lord Scugg Bollox.