Stay where you are

Even if you managed to get away -- and that was unlikely -- where would you go? You don't know the culture, where Earth is, or how to get there. You need information before you make an escape, and despite your current dire circumstances, a naked runaway **** in an alien market was probably in much more dire straits.

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?"