To bed

Krik applies the painful healing cream to your cunt and throat once more and leaves the wire mouth stretcher in, but takes the plug out of your ass for the night. Clearly, they intend to reverse the stretching pattern, making you walk around with it in for the day. You fall asleep immediately.

The next morning, you're woken by Krik dragging you out of your cage. You immediately notice, beyond all of your accumulated aches, pains and deep bruises, a new pain in your breasts. Each breast has been pierced behind the nipple, and a large metal ring inserted. This isn't a flimsy piercing through the nipple itself; the rings run behind the aureolae, so they are very solidly embedded, and the sites are liberally smeared with a chilling cream -- some kind of disinfectant? Krik grabs each breast roughly and applies fresh cream, ignoring your cries of pain.

"Are you hungry, human?" Krik asks, rubbing their cock. "Do you want me to fill that belly up? Well, guess what? I'm not going to. A dreg has the protection of its crew and a right to their cum. If you were a dreg, we'd fuck that belly full, no problem. It'd be our responsibility. But you're not a dreg any more, are you? So you can just go hungry."

Krik picks up a long length of rope. "Today, you are going to learn to take headship from your betters. I'm getting a little sick of your arrogance. You're going to learn that you don't get to think, and your job is to accept leadership without question. So today, we're playing follow-the-leader." They tie your arms behind your back, wrist to elbow, with the rope, then wrap it around your body, around your breasts and through your legs in a complicated pattern. The rope squeezes a little around your breasts, causing them to swell with blood and increasing the pain of your new piercings; worse, every time you take a step forward, the ropes rub against your clit. Krik considers this a moment, then unties some of their work to tie a big know in the ropes directly over your clit. "Oh, and I almost forgot... you still need this, don't you?" Krik forces the butt plug into your ass before tying the ropes back over it tightly. The plug forces you to walk bow-legged and hunched over. You can't help noticing that in this decidedly uncomfortable posture, your wide open mouth is at Chullian cock height.

But the more immediate concern of your new posture is that bending over grinds the knot into your clit a lot harder. Each step, you have to either lean into the pressure of the knot or attempt to straighten a little and feel the lancing pain in your ass. You've barely started contemplating this dilemma when Krik produces two other long pieces of cord and threads each through one of your nipple rings, then ties them around his waist. You're now connected to Krik by your nipples, with about two meters of cord between you.

"You'll be following me all way," they say. "And now, the bit about taking guidance..."

Krik takes a piece of cloth and ties it over your eyes, blindfolding you. "Now you'll have to follow my lead. And pay close attention to my signals." They tug on the ropes attached to your abused breasts. "It'll be good training, don't you think?

Krik takes off down the corridor.