Something to cut the rope (kitchen)

You're not going to be able to get in or operate an escape pod if you're tied up. You don't know how to operate an escape pod anyway, but that's for later.

You head for the kitchen, which is mercifully empty. It's not hard to find a knife. It is hard to cut yourself free without cutting yourself open, but you manage it.

Now. Escape pods.

You have to be quick. You don't want to get caught at this juncture. But you have four days' patrols worth of memory of the ship's halls; you could walk them, quite literally, blind. It's not hard to get to the outer halls, and from then, you just keep walking until you see the little docking ports labelled EVACUATION.

You climb into the first one. It's got two massive seats and about a billion switches. You wrap your hand around what looks like an enormous red joystick and push a big red button.

"Three questions," Therion says from the doorway. "First, just how were you planning to fly that ship? Second, how would you know where to go, or safely land? Third, where off this ship did you plan to find someone to take that plug out of your ass?"

There's no way to escape. Therion's too fast. They scoop you up, carry you to the kitchen, and wait for Krik.

"Found something of yours trying to climb into an escape pod," they explain, dumping you on the floor at Krik's feet. "You're welcome."

Krik shakes their head. "And I was so looking forward to rewarding you, too. You know I have to punish this."

Krik carries you back to your cage. They pull the plug out of your ass and lie you down on your back. They tie your hips to the grate at waist level, then pull your ankles up near your butt and tie them down, then spread your legs wide. Ties around your knees are attached to the grate and tightened, pulling your knees down and stretching your inner thighs painfully tight.

Further rope is tied around your neck, not too tightly, an attached to the grate with some slack -- you can't sit up, but you can do a kind of half-situp and pull yourself about halfway to a sitting position. Then Krik ties a long cord to each nipple ring and attaches the other end of the cords to the ceiling.

And shortens them.

To protect your tits, you have to pull yourself up using your ab muscles, but you can't pull yourself all the way into a sitting position. When your abs give out, you're **** to drop back to rest, which yanks viciously on your piercings until you try to sit up again to relieve them.

Then Krik walks off, without a word.