Feign sleep

You wait for Maive to go away. Alone, you have space to think.

Yesterday, you learned a lot about Chullians, beyond just the size and shape of their cocks. For one thing, you've figures out what sex the members of your crew definitely are -- they're hermaphrodites. They don't have external testes, but under each massive cock is a vagina.

It's also obvious, now, that they use sex as a dominance thing. Aside from having their way with you, several Chullians in the room last night wrestled and fucked each other. It wasn't clear how many of those fuckings were consentual; you get the sense that Chullians, or at least this crew, don't make that distinction. If you're strong, if you can win, you get to fuck your weaker opponent.

Given your strength relative to everyone else's and your lack of cock, this says grim things about your future.

Okay. Gameplan. Obviously, keeping your crewmates' libidos down is a must. You won't survive a gangbang every night. You might also want to get on the crew's good side, if you can -- or maybe it's better to get on their bad side, and hope they sell you?

Either way, for the moment, you're alone.