Make a run for it

You slip off the canine's shoulder and bolt back down the walkway. {if Owner = 1} He {endif} {if Owner = 2} She {endif} {if Owner = 3} It {endif} doesn't even try to follow; {if Owner = 1} he {endif} {if Owner = 2} she {endif} {if Owner = 3} it {endif} just looks amused as you run for the nearby streets.

If you take enough twists and turns, you can't be followed. You'd be lost, but you're already lost. You can't get more lost. And then you can... wait until they leave, and... and figure out... figure out what to figure out. Yeah.

This is a great plan.

In a human town, a naked woman would attract a lot of notice, but here, nobody's paying attention to you. About half of the species you see are naked; you suppose that they have no reason to believe it isn't your normal state. You wander around until you find a market. Hundreds of little stalls, all run by different aliens. A hundred types of food sold by a hairy creature as high as your waist, unidentifiable engine parts of obviously suspicious origin sold by a gruff-looking spider creature, a stall of colourful glass curios run by what look like a family of living soap bubbles. If you had money, and weren't running for your life, you might stop for souvenirs.

One of the stalls is run by a hyena alien. {if Owner = 1} His {endif} {if Owner = 2} Her {endif} {if Owner = 3} Its {endif} nostrils flare as you pass, and it turns to look at you, jaws opening wide in a toothy grin.

"Why, hello, Dreg," {if Owner = 1} he {endif} {if Owner = 2} she {endif} {if Owner = 3} it {endif} says. "Wandering far from home, are we?"

Before you can flee, {if Owner = 1} he {endif} {if Owner = 2} she {endif} {if Owner = 3} it {endif} leaps clear over the stall and grabs your arm, effortlessly holding you back. "No, no, I insist you come look at my wares. The good stuff is in the back." {if Owner = 1} He {endif} {if Owner = 2} She {endif} {if Owner = 3} It {endif} drags you over the stall and into a narrow gap between buildings. A dead end. You're between the canine and a wall, and there's not enough room in the narrow space to duck around it.

Its phallus is erect, and you notice, with horror, that it's covered in spines. {if Owner = 1} He {endif} {if Owner = 2} She {endif} {if Owner = 3} It {endif} shoves two fingers into your cunt and wriggles them around, grinning. "This will be a tight fit, won't it? Never mind; I like a bit of a squeeze." {if Owner = 1} He {endif} {if Owner = 2} She {endif} {if Owner = 3} It {endif} yanks the fingers out and, without warning, rams {if Owner = 1} his {endif} {if Owner = 2} her {endif} {if Owner = 3} its {endif} cock in.

It's a very tight fit. The cock seems to be somewhat malleable, so it doesn't rip you open, but it does press against your vaginal walls. It also seems to be self-lubricating, for which you're extremely thankful. And those things that you took to be spines aren't sharp; they rub at your cunt walls and tickle your clit, greatly increasing your sensitivity.

Your attacker pushes you against a wall and ruts vigorously, and you feel like {if Owner = 1} his {endif} {if Owner = 2} her {endif} {if Owner = 3} its {endif} massive cock is going to split you in two. Through the thrusting, you're able to get glimpses of the world over {if Owner = 1} his {endif} {if Owner = 2} her {endif} {if Owner = 3} its {endif} shoulder, and notice another figure in the mouth of the alleyway, watching. Another hyena alien!

No -- it's the one who bought you. {if Owner = 1} He {endif} {if Owner = 2} She {endif} {if Owner = 3} It {endif} just stands there, enjoying the show, making no effort to intervene even when you start crying in pain. Only when {if Owner = 1} he's {endif} {if Owner = 2} she's {endif} {if Owner = 3} it's {endif} clearly bored does {if Owner = 1} he {endif} {if Owner = 2} she {endif} {if Owner = 3} it {endif} leap onto your attacker's back and sink {if Owner = 1} his {endif} {if Owner = 2} her {endif} {if Owner = 3} its {endif} teeth into {if Owner = 1} his {endif} {if Owner = 2} her {endif} {if Owner = 3} its {endif} neck.

Your attacker howls, part pain, part surprise. And spins around to face your buyer. Unfortunately, you're still attached to {if Owner = 1} him {endif} {if Owner = 2} her {endif} {if Owner = 3} it {endif} via {if Owner = 1} his {endif} {if Owner = 2} her {endif} {if Owner = 3} its {endif} erect phallus. Your shoulder blades scrape the wall as {if Owner = 1} he {endif} {if Owner = 2} she {endif} {if Owner = 3} it {endif} turns in the tight alley, and you're sandwiched between the pair as they fight.

The fight isn't all that violent. There's no blood drawn. They bite and wrestle, and you bounce up and down between them until, even through the pain, the stimulation forces an orgasm from you. This causes its own problems; post-orgasm, your more relaxed cunt can take the cock with less pain, but is far more sensitive to the stimulating motion and flexible spines.

Your buyer wins, forcing the other canine to turn around again (scraping your shoulder blades once more on the wall) and forcing {if Owner = 1} him {endif} {if Owner = 2} her {endif} {if Owner = 3} it {endif} to the ground. You're **** to wrap your arms and legs around your attacket and hold on for ear life as {if Owner = 1} he {endif} {if Owner = 2} she {endif} {if Owner = 3} it {endif} lands on {if Owner = 1} his {endif} {if Owner = 2} her {endif} {if Owner = 3} its {endif} forearms with you beneath {if Owner = 1} him {endif} {if Owner = 2} her {endif} {if Owner = 3} it {endif}.

Then, your buyer forces himself inside your attacker, and starts to thrust.

Since your attacker is still inside you, this causes somewhat of a chain reaction. Every thrust into {if Owner = 1} him {endif} {if Owner = 2} her {endif} {if Owner = 3} it {endif} results in a thrust into you, and you're oversensitive from having just cum. Nobody pays attention to your cries, whimpers, or pleading as the three of you thrust, thrust, thrust.

Soon, you're **** to cum a second time. Shortly after, your attacker cums, violently spurting a surprisingly large amount of semen inside you. But your buyer isn't done yet. Your attacker whimpers and struggles to extricate {if Owner = 1} his {endif} {if Owner = 2} her {endif} {if Owner = 3} its {endif} slowly shrinking phallus from you, but can't; every time {if Owner = 1} he {endif} {if Owner = 2} she {endif} {if Owner = 3} it {endif} tries, your owner's thrusts push {if Owner = 1} him {endif} {if Owner = 2} her {endif} {if Owner = 3} it {endif} back in. Your attacker is trembling and whimpering from overstimulation as much as you are when your buyer finally shudders, and stops.

Then {if Owner = 1} he {endif} {if Owner = 2} she {endif} {if Owner = 3} it {endif} picks you up, tosses you back over one shoulder, and heads back toward the spaceport, leaving the other alien in a whining huddle in the alley.

The canine carries you down the walkway and onto a spaceship about the size of a city block. {if Owner = 1} He {endif} {if Owner = 2} She {endif} {if Owner = 3} It {endif} carries you down a narrow hallway, kicks open a metal door, and dumps you on the floor of a small room.

"Look what I got, gavoes!" {if Owner = 1} he {endif} {if Owner = 2} she {endif} {if Owner = 3} it {endif} announces. Appreciative whoops and cheers ring around the room.

The room itself appears to be some kind of dining hall. Five hyena people, not including the captain, stare you down. While the captain is the second largest (the largest being a seven foot tall alien in the corner), they're all significantly bigger and obviously stronger than you. And they all have massive phalluses, quickly growing erect as they look at you.

"Dreg," the captain says, nudging you, "welcome to your new home. These Chullians are your crew. I'm Maive, that's Kistel, Tortik, Therion, Amano and Krik. And your name is Dreg. That's your role, too; you're at the bottom of this barrel and you're gonna stay that way, so get used to it. You do whatever your superiors, which is everyone on this ship, says. Your crew are gonna fuck your brains out now. What do you think about that, Dreg?"