Put on the slavegirl bikini

"Put on **** girl bikini unless you love for me to **** you on my pulgnek."

Well, when he puts it that way...

Five minutes later you're being marched into Scugg's personal throne room aboard his ugly ship. You're overflowing the elaborate, golden cups of the top and showing off most of your ass thanks to the too-tight bottoms, but you're dressed in the **** girl bikini as Scugg demanded.

You detect the musky stench of the horrible crime lord as soon as you step into his throne room. He is nude, pale green, ugly as a big turd as he reclines on his throne. A pair of beautiful, but exhausted-looking **** girls are chained to his throne. They are dressed similarly to you. One fans him while another rests her shapely body against his bloated form and feeds plum-sized fruits into his mouth.

Scugg probably weighs a thousand pounds, fat even for a Hulg, and he has the body of a slug with short, fat arms and a massive mouth and head. His reptilian eyes roll in your direction as you are prodded into the room by the Gorbonians. You stumble forward and stand before the perverted slaver. A pink tongue as big as a shovel runs over his lipless mouth. One of the Gorbonians hooks a **** chain onto a collar around your neck. Scugg speaks in his alien language and an ugly Vixian male translates.

"For your loss of his cargo of Vixian Brandy you owe Scugg the debt of one million credits. Because you cannot pay he will allow you the pleasure of working off your debt as a **** girl in his harem." The Vixian smiels cruelly. "Your term of service is life."

You survey the room while Scugg is gloating. One of the guards has a blaster pistol in the back of his belt. You could probably kick the Gorbonian, snag his blaster and take Scugg hostage before anyone can react.

"You are hereby ordered to dance for Scugg!" shouts the ugly Vixian.

Or you could dance for Scugg.