Refuse

"I'm no eating that," you say flatly, when you've worked enough life back into your jaw to speak.

"See, that's what I told Maive! Your mouth is made to take cock; why would you insult it by filling it with any other kind of sustenance?" They produce a marker and lift you up to scrawl something across your chest. Despite the unfamiliar alphabet, you somehow know that they read Attention crew: I am ONLY allowed to eat cum. Do not feed me anything else.

"There we go Maybe after a few days of that, you'll be a bit more grateful of the food provided for you, hmm? But don't worry; you won't go hungry tonight." They shove their cock down your throat.

"You know, Dreg," Kistel says casually, pumping in and out of your throat, "I often wonder whether we really made the right choice with this crew. I mean, everyone gets along very well. It all works great, and everyone's great at their jobs. But that just means that when people do get too riled up, it's an explosive environment, you know? Chullians aren't really made for spaces this confined." Kistel slows to long, slow pumps, savouring the feeling of your spasming throat on their engorged member. "But I guess things will be a lot better now that you're here. I went back to the markets before we left, you know, and picked up some special gel? Maive will berate me for 'wasting' the money, but they know how important crew harmony is, or they wouldn't be captain. It's a healing agent." Kistel pulls out long enough for you to steal a few quick gasps of air, then shoves their dick right back in. "It's supposed to massively promote healing in epithelial tissue in your organism type -- basically, it solves our chafing issue. Once your third hole is ready, and with this healing get, we'll hardly have to hold back at all." Kistel cums in your throat, holds you in place for several seconds, and then finally lets you pull back. "You'll be happy about that, right?" they say, forcing the gag back in your mouth. "You'll be able to eat a lot more cum without having to worry so much about throat chafing. No going hungry! Now let's untie you... this is a complicated system of knots, isn't it?"

Minutes later, you're cut free from the ropes, tossed over Kistel's shoulder, and carried from the room.