Let Maive know you're awake

As soon as you sit up, Maive looks over and grins. "Wow, Dreg, you're a mess! Pity I just took a piss, or I could've done you a favour and rinsed you off. Maybe next time, eh? Hang on, I'll let you out in a bit."

Maive leaves the room, giving you a bit of time 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?

Maive returns, holding a very tiny key in their massive hand. They slide the deadbolt on the cage open, then use the key to remove the plug from your ass. Ripping the plug out hurts, but then there is instant relief.

Maive watches you sidelong as they lead you out of the bedroom, apparently appreciating the sight of you filthy with the crew's cum. The narrow, rickety corridors make the simple open space and plastic flooring of the bedroom look luxurious; the walls are thin metal, and rattle when tapped. A couple of corridors bring you to the kitchen. 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. 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.