"Fuck you!"

The Chullians burst out laughing.

"Oh, I do like a bit of fight in my crew!" Maive crows. "Fight as much as you want, Dreg, but know this -- you'll always lose. Know why?"{if Owner = 1} He {endif} {if Owner = 2} She {endif} {if Owner = 3} It {endif} backhands you, sending you sprawling across the floor. "Because you're weak! Now, should we get started?"

"Fuck this dreg is sexy, Maive. Did you spring for a nicer pheremone model?"

"Just the basic, Tortik. Maybe it just seems sexy because you haven't fucked anything in so long, weakling!"

Just as you're trying to struggle to your feet, someone picks you up and tosses you face down on a table.

"Three usable holes in this one, gavoes."

"Oooh, a deluxe model!"

"Mouth, cunt and ass, but don't use the ass yet. We've got to widen it up and I'm not buying a replacement dreg if you break this one on the first night."

You're repositioned so that your legs dangle off one side of the table and your head sits at the edge of the other. Immediately, your vision is filled with a massive, trembling Chullian phallus. {if Escape risk = 0} To your horror, you realise that it's covered in tiny spines. {endif}

Before you can react, another is rammed into your cunt. {if Escape risk = 0} Quickly, you realise three things: first, their enormous cocks are somewhat malleable, so the one in your cunt might be filling you completely, but isn't physically ripping you open, despite the pain. Second, they are self-lubricating. Third, the spines aren't sharp; they're flexible, and rub at your cunt and clit as the Chullian moves, greatly increasing stimulation. {endif} The Chullian behind you thrusts forward, skidding the table forwards and shoving your mouth around the phallus in front of you.

Your mouth can stretch wide enough to accommodate the intruder, but isn't nearly deep enough. The Chullian in front of you quickly figures out the angle to hold your head so that {if Owner = 1} he {endif} {if Owner = 2} she {endif} {if Owner = 3} it {endif} has a straight path down your throat.

Is this what sword swallowing feels like? Probably not. Sword swallowers aren't having the sword repeatedly shoved in and out of their mouths while it leaks lubricant and tickles their throat and tongue with hundreds of tiny spines, and they definitely arne't doing that while an identical one is being shoved in and out of their cunt. You concentrate as well as you can on getting enough breath and trying not to tense up and hurt yourself while the pair pound away. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see other crew members wrestling each other, subduing and fucking the loser.

Despite the pain, the sheer persistence of motion has you cumming long before either Chullian is done with you. This seems to spur them both on; they pump harder, faster, and rougher, ignoring your feeble struggles and the tears pouring down your cheeks as you just try to breathe around the cock pounding into your throat.

Eventually, the one in your mouth twitches and shoots forth far more cum than any human could produce. You cough and gag, barely recovering before it's replaced by another cock and the thrusting starts again.

You might think that, with a crew of six, you'd be free after enduring six cocks. You'd be wrong. By the time the last Chullian were done, the first couple were ready to go again. You don't know how many fuckings you endure, because you pass out with two Chullians still thrusting into your exhausted body.