Later that night...

You're dumped back on your grate to sleep. You're not gagged, but the butt plug is returned, and tonight it feels significantly larger than last night. A healing cream is smeared liberally in your chafed cunt and **** down your raw throat; it burns like a mild hot sauce. You also can't help but notice that your cage is now locked.

Despite your uncomfortable position, you fall asleep immediately. But it's not long before you feel somebody pulling on your arms.

You jolt awake and try to turn around, but it's impossible. Your arms have been tied together and to a cage bar at the elbows and wrists, forcing you into a sitting position. It's difficult to find a position that doesn't put painful pressure on the too-large plug in your ass.

"Don't worry," Krik growls in your ear, "this is just to stop you from interfering with your punishment. You do remember that I owe you a punishment, yes?" They reach around and shove something soft into your mouth, then secure it there with a strip of cloth wrapped several times around your face and tied to the bar behind you. "And this is doing you a favour. If you scream or squeal and it wakes up the crew, they'll be mad at you, and then they'll all punish you, too... you should be grateful I'm merciful enough to make sure you're quiet." Krik reaches through the cage to wave something in front of your eyes. It's two wires, each with some kind of shiny, sticky pad at each end. "Do you know what these are? Of course you don't, you're too primitive. Don't worry; I read your files and I'm at least eighty per cent sure this is low voltage enough that it won't damage you in any permanent way. But I do know it will stop you from getting any sleep. You have to learn that sleep is for good little dregs who respect their betters." Krik lays one wire over your right breast, sticking its pads to each side of the breast, then puts the other on the left. "It's random, but if we wait..."

A powerful electric shock shoots through your right breast. You automatically writhe and scream, but the gag muffles almost all the sound. Your writhing shifts the plug around painfully in your ass.

"Have a good night, Dreg," Krik leers. Then he pads away, back to his rug.

Even without the breast shockers, there's no way you'd be able to get to sleep; it's impossible to find a comfortable way to sit. You have to actively hold yourself up or the plug in your ass pushes extruciatingly, the same as it does every time you jump at one of the electric shocks. There's no pattern to the shocks; they vary in both strength and time between shocks. Sometimes, one breast might be shocked very badly three times in quick succession. Then there might be nothing but gentle shocks across both for several minutes. There's never a gap longer than five minutes before a shock brings you back to your present situation.

It's going to be a very long night.