Watch and wait

You and Alice were both armed with light mag-pistols. The 20 g projectiles, accelerated to supersonic velocities by the electro-magnetic pulses, probably have the stopping power to drop these amphibian giants out of your nightmares. On the other hand, the entire **** platoon of two dozen soldiers had been wiped out by just five of these primitive frog-things armed only with fire-hardened spears and crude flint blades. Even notoriously poorly trained troops like these should have been able to put up some kind of resistance, and you can see just how tough these bipedal amphibians are by the wounds on there grotesque forms.

Almost all of the frogmen have laser burns across their torsos, and you can see several puncture wounds dripping a green pus from the archaic thin rapiers favored by the Knights of Firenzia. In fact, a broken fragments of steel is still projecting from the shoulder of one of the beasts, the twisted shard all that was left of what was likely once a treasured family heirloom.

A bit of caution was in order, these frogmen were tougher than you first might have guessed. You are an engineer by training, not a marine, and not at all sure how much combat training a pleasure bot came with. You signal Alice to keep still as one of the nude aristocrats is dragged screaming by two of the frogs from the small pool. The slender blonde noblewoman's figure was almost doll-like with a tiny waist and the largest breasts of the three, and you wonder if this is the reason she has been chosen as the first victim for these beasts to enjoy. It is hard to remember that this woman is actually a trained infantry-woman, she showed no evidence of any training as a warrior, and her figure was smooth and soft, completely unlike the scarred and muscled marines you are familiar with.

The other two women seemed to be more relieved at have this momentary reprieve than concerned at the fate of their companion being dragged towards the largest of the large-mouthed frogs. In addition to his size, this beast is notable by the gold band that encircles his short muscular upper arm. Thankfully by now, your implant has assessed enough of the croaks and grunts of the alien creatures to provide limited translation capability.

" ----- ---- yellow bird ------- --- glands." The frog chief chuckles as his tongue flicks out and smacks the struggling young woman's artificially enhanced breast with a wet 'splat'. "Good -----, good ------, ------ --- egg pouch -------." The two smaller frogmen held the struggling young maiden easily and their webbed hands roamed freely over the naked flesh of the captured prize.

"Don't touch me!" Pleaded the willowy blonde as the beasts grope her ass roughly and lower and lower on her round belly. "I'm a von Holenzolern!" Like that would mean anything to these pop-eyed primitives. "My father will pay whatever it takes to redeem me." Her words had no noticeable impact on the frogmen and as you watched her pussy was probed by the smaller two as her silicon-enhanced tits were licked by the largest. "No, no please, NOO!!"

"Ugly Yellowbird ----- loud. ------ ------- ------- seed eggs." The translations appeared to be improving, you noted even as you saw what could only be bright green erections poking from folds of bluish tinted skin on each of the frog-thing's groins. By now the other two beasts who should have been watching the other princesses had all but abandoned their duties; they were leaning on their spears and watching their comrades **** the sobbing blonde. Even when no longer under the watchful eyes of their guards the elegantly coiffed princesses made no attempt to escape far less stage a counter-attack to free their comrade in arms.

"------- she, ------- fat seed-stick --- egg pouch -------!" Croaked the one on the left side of the small pool and his companion offered a similar crude comment about how ugly her wiggly pink offspring would look. As far as you could determine the gold-banded leader of the squad didn't care much about what his offspring might look like because he gave a sharp command to the two frogs holding the struggling young. The long-limbed princess was pressed to the ground with her toned ass lifted up over her thighs and her face and tits pressed to the mud. The way her feet splayed to the side and her knees tucked under her arms she even looked a little like a great pale-skinned frog herself, and the all four of the smaller creatures gave out laughing croaks and grunts of encouragement when Goldband shimmied up behind her.

There is no longer any possible doubt, if you don't act now, this ennobled infantry-woman was going to be violated. Nothing she or her two naked companions could do to stop it from happening, so once again you face the question. Are you going to risk your life and future here on this planet to save these three useless but beautiful young women?