Endure in silence

Your abdomen is cramping, and your knees are far too weak to support your weight. You have **** but to crawl.

You do your best to keep up. The streets aren't clean, but there's nothing sharp or dangerous in your way. After a couple of minutes, just as your arms are about to give out, the tentacle in your cunt goes still. A few minutes later, you're able to scramble weakly back to your feet.

The act of walking rubs the leash tentacle against your abused clit, but you endure. Your owner leads you through crowded, winding streets filled with alien stalls. If the circumstances were different, the stalls would be fascinating -- 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. Your owner shops for about an hour, teasing you the whole time, and seems mostly interested in decorative pieces, purchasing several pretty things and... eating them? That can't be right. {if Owner = 1} He {endif} {if Owner = 2} She {endif} {if Owner = 3} It {endif} must have some sort of natural pocket in {if Owner = 1} his {endif} {if Owner = 2} her {endif} {if Owner = 3} its {endif} main body, like a pouch. Again, fascinating... in different circumstances.

Occasionally, your owner, seemingly for {if Owner = 1} his {endif} {if Owner = 2} her {endif} {if Owner = 3} its {endif} own amusement, hits your cunt and clit with a powerful surge of vibration, and doesn't stop until the orgasm forces your to your knees, forcing you to crawl until you can get your footing once more. Other than this, {if Owner = 1} he {endif} {if Owner = 2} she {endif} {if Owner = 3} it {endif} ignores you completely.

Shopping apparently complete, the pair of you head toward a spaceport. A variety of spaceships of all shapes and sizes stand at the end of long metal walkways. You know that if you intend to escape any time soon, it's going to be a lot harder once you're off the space station.