Try to keep up

Keeping up with Krik is hard. By the time you make it to the kitchen for Krik's breakfast, you've already smacked into a wall twice, walked into Krik once, and had your first orgasm for the day. You hear Krik sit down to their breakfast, leaving you hunched awkwardly at the end of your rope -- even if you were sure where the seat was, you can't sit with the massive plug in your ass.

"Oh, hey, Krik," you hear Therion say. "You've trussed up that thing nice. Mind if I fuck it?"

"You can fuck it, but don't cum in its mouth," Krik says. "It hasn't earned breakfast."

The back-and-forth rocking rubs the knot over your clit, forcing another orgasm from you.

"Can you make it scream?" Therion asks.

You feel something yank on your breast cords and press against your butt plug at the same time, and scream.

"Oh, yeah! That's the stuff!" Therion pulls out and pulls your blindfold off. You're treated to two seconds of sight of a massive, twitching cock before Therion cums directly in your eyes, then pulls the blindfold back down.

After breakfast, Krik gets up again and wanders off down the hall. Apparently, Krik is the ship's engineer, and this involves a lot of walking the ship's vast halls to check on various pieces of equipment. Occasionally, Krik stops to talk to a coworker, and because you're always either building to or recovering from an orgasm, they all want to fuck you. A lot of cocks are thrust in your mouth, but none of them cum inside you. You grow hungrier and hungrier throughout the day, as cum covers every part of your body except your throat. At one point, Krik shoves what feels like a metal pipe down your throat to fill your belly with water, but this is the closest thing to a meal that you get.

Nobody says a word to you all day. You know it's night time when you feel the metal grate under your bare feet and Krik pulls the plug out of your ass. You're pulled down to the floor, and you hear Krik tie your nipple ropes to the grating itself. You have just enough space to roll over without pulling painfully on your breasts; you definitely can't stand up. Your arms still tied behind your back, there's nothing you can do as Krik pisses all over you, then heads to bed.

Day three of being Krik's personal property is much the same as day two, the main difference being that the plug in your ass feels bigger. Your movement is more restricted, partly due to the plug and partly because your ropes and blindfold are firmly glued to your skin with the previous day's cum. You're ****-fed water twice, but still not allowed to eat anything, despite how many face-fuckings you get.

You're able to keep up without getting hurt a lot better on day two. You've learned to always be attentive to Krik. By ignoring your own condition and paying attention to his sounds, you can tell where he's turning and how fast he's going. By the end of the day, you've all but mastered the ability to stay one step behind him, and hardly ever run into anything or get yanked by the nipples.

It's hard to sleep that night. Two days of hunger gnaw at your stomach.

Day four is a lot harder. Firstly because you're so hungry, secondly because the butt plug is bigger. But mostly it's because Krik has added another piece to your bindings. A flat sheet of something (metal?) is laid against your shin and the top of your foot, then tied down. When applied to both legs, it makes bending your feet impossible; they're **** in a straight line with your lower leg, forcing you to shuffle around on your knees. This makes it a lot harder to hunch over and try to relieve the pressure of the butt plug. It also means you're a lot slower, so you have to be extremely attentive of Krik's movements and be ready to anticipate him. You have no time to think of much other than following him. The time spent with a cock down your throat is a welcome relief, and not just because you still hold out the faint hope that someone might accidentally cum down your throat and feed you; it's time that you can rest your aching legs.

You're also given no water that day. By the time Krik chains your breasts to the grate, your throat is parched, the natural lube of the last Chullian cock that went down it rapidly drying up.

On the fifth morning, Krik wakes you up, plugs your ass and ties you to their waist like normal, and heads off. Weak with hunger and thirst, it's so hard to keep up. You're so busy focusing on Krik's movement instead of thinking or predicting where you expect to go that it's not until Krik stops and sits down that you realise you're not in the kitchen.

"We're alone," Krik says. "I'm going to take that gag out now."

Your jaw has been **** open for so long, it takes some time to **** the muscles to close it. Being able to touch your lips together, feeling your tongue on the roof of your mouth, feels alien. You're still bound and blindfolded, kneeling between the knees of an alien you can't see.

"You must be starving by now, hmm?" Krik says. "Tell you what. You don't deserve my cum, but I'll give you the chance to convince me to be generous. Convince me how desperately you need it, and I might think about cumming in your throat."