A celebration and a plan

The crew celebrates having a fully accessible dreg with three fully accessible fuckholes. Everyone takes at least one turn cumming in your ass, and most take multiple turns. Finally, you can say goodbye to that butt plug forever.

Once everyone's enthusiasm has died down, Amano gets everyone's attention. "I've just been informed that the Beast is on Helmion."

Nobody looks happy about this. Tortik growls, "Perhaps they won't be interesting in seeing us."

"We're going to Helmion and straight to Yakku," Krik says. "They'll want to hitch a ride. You know how much they love to visit their cousin."

"Then we change our flight plan."

"At this late stage?" Amano shakes their head. "Too suspicious."

"But with the cargo in the hold we -- "

"There is no reason for the Beast to go into the hold," Kistel growls. "Krik, Tortik, you will need to take over my ship duties. If we want to keep the Beast pacified, I will be occupied distracting them."

"They might not choose you," Tortik says. "You were captain last time. Now Maive is captain. The Beast might want the one who can subdue Kistel."

"In which case, Kistel will do my duties and I will distract the Beast," Maive says, "but I don't think that that will happen. The Beast is big and powerful enough to not limit their companions by political considerations. Kistel is significantly larger."

Krik clears their throat. "Amano and I had a similar theory. And we have a plan, actually."

"A plan?"

"If the Beast chooses their companions freely, without regard for political power, then in theory if we present them an option sexier than Kistel, both Kistel and Maive should be free to do their jobs and we should be able to keep the Beast happy and distracted enough for the cargo to never become an issue."

Tortik snorts. "Sexier than Kistel? Good luck finding someone who can -- oh."

The entire crew looks at you.

"Will that work?" Maive asks.

Amano shrugs. "Maybe, maybe not. But what have we got to lose? If it doesn't work, the Beast takes Kistel -- which is what we expect anyway -- and we still get the prestige of having an extremely high quality dreg."

Maive nodded. "Do what you need to, then."

Over the next few days, you are prepared for the arrival of "the Beast". You're scrubbed clean from head to toe and perfumes with something that smells like mud to you, but that Chullians clearly like. Every hair is removed from your body. {if Pierced = false} Your breasts are pierced, with a large, heavy metal ring inserted well behind each nipple. {endif} Everyone even stops fucking you, giving your holes time to heal completely with the help of the painful healing cream. You're fed large amounts of a foul-tasting nutrient broth and punished if you refuse to eat it all, so that you'll be well-fed and strong on the day.

The night before the crew is to dock at Helmion, Krik brings a small plastic hemisphere and a tube of something white, which they squirt on the inside of it.

"How long will the skin glue last?" Amano asks, holding your legs wide.

"Until I apply the solvent," Krik says.

"And the device will last...?"

Krik gives him a pitying look. "Please. I made it."

"So it'll last as long as the Beast's trip?"

"Much longer, if I don't remove it." They cup the little hemisphere over your clit, pressing it down hard until the glue dries. Then they give it a little flick, and it starts to vibrate powerfully.

The vibration isn't consistent. The intensity goes up and down, seemingly at random.

"Now let's all get some sleep before tomorrow," Amano says, tossing you into your cage. "I'm not looking forward to this."

The vibrator keeps you permanently excited, and its random nature makes it impossible to adapt to. Your first orgasm comes within minutes, and there are many more throughout the restless night.