A SCALED HAND TOUCHED HER SHOULDER... "You are the new concubine? Come."

The room beyond was small and nearly bare. It held a chair with straps and wires and a switchboard; she recognized the electronic torture machine which leaves no marks on the flesh. In a chair more peculiarly shaped crouched another being that was not human.
"Sit down," the creature ordered. A thin hand waved her to the electronic seat. "...Sufficient pain will disorganize your mind until questioning will bring out inconsistencies. Should there be any we can go on to the probe. Let us get you secured." He gestured to the other, different alien.
Rough hands closed on her arm. Whirling, she jabbed fingers at his eyes. He ululated and .backed away.
"Ah-h-h," breathed Sarlish. He drew a stunner and took judicious aim.
"Not recommended, comrade," said a voice from the doorway.
Sarlish dropped his weapon. "Captain Flandry, is it not?"
"In person, and right in the traditional nick of time."