Surrender

Yeah... no. You're ****, not stupid. You wait for the approaching pair of Chullians, Tortik and Amano, to find you.

"There you are," Tortik sniffs at the sight of you. "We do have things to do other than chase you around the ship, you know." They rub their cock. "Although, now that we've caught up..."

"Let the poor thing have breakfast, Tortik," Amano says. "It's probably worked up an appetite trying to escape."

Tortik huffs. "Fine." They reach behind you, do something to the butt plug, and yank it out. They toss you over one shoulder and carry you back through the ship to the kitchen door, which they shove you through before wandering off. The mess of last night's activities has been cleaned up, but you have bad memories of this place.

Two flimsy metal tables sit in front of long benches that have been bolted into the wall. They're identical; you can't tell which one you were on last night. At the far end of the room is the kitchen part; cupboards of food and a large contraption that is probably some kind of oven, though it's hard to be sure.

Kistel, who you can easily distinguish from the rest of the crew because they're so huge, is sitting at a table, talking to Maive. They look up and grin. "Dreg! Let's get some food into you. You need the energy after that performance last night!" They head to the cupboards and pull something out, slamming it directly onto the table -- Chullians haven't heard of plates, apparently. It looks like some kind of fibrous meat, very overcooked, and smells incredibly gamey.