Stay quiet

"It's just a dreg," Kistel says, shrugging, as they hand you a bowl of water to drink. "It's not like it needs to be able to fight or anything."

"I've got an idea," Krik says. They leave, and return soon later with a circle of wire. Once you're finished your water, Krik shoves the wire into your mouth, forcing your jaws wide. "It's an improvement on the previous gag," Krik says, "because you don't have to take it out to fit a cock in there, see? Now, it just sits behind the teeth... there. Now the mouth stays open. No work required for either hole."

"Man, I can't wait until we have a third option." Kistel says.

"I had a thought on that, too," Krik says. "Why are we letting its ass go unstretched all day? It's not shitting all day.Why not leave it in during the daytime?"

"It might make it hard for Dreg to walk, given how much we need to stretch it out," Amano says.

"So? It's too tired to walk anywhere today anyway."

Maive nods. "Good point."

Krik pushes the plug back in your ass.

"Okay," Maive says. "Chuck it in that crate so it can sleep in the dark and quiet when it's not in use. Everyone, let's get to work."

Everyone trickles out, leaving Krik with you last. They tie your arms behind your back. "Here, so you don't think of taking that gag out. Now... your punishment from yesterday. Did you think we were done? You were exceptionally rude to me, I thought. What else do we have around here to make this even? Let's see..."

First, Krik drops you in a crate on your knees. It's a fairly small one by Chullian standards; you'll have to curl up a bit to fit. You feel a pull on the cord in your ass -- Krik's tying a cord to it somehow, and then to... something in the crate wall? A hook or something? It forces you to bend and raise your ass at an uncomfortable angle, which is made more uncomfortable when Krik suddenly expands the plug in your ass painfully. Your hands are already tied behind your back, but they tie your elbows painfully close, and then run a cord to the opposite side of the crate, forcing you to bend all the way over and press your face to the floor. to relieve the pressure on your shoulders. Together with the plug in your ass, this gives you exactly one position to be in that's only fairly uncomfortable instead of painful.

"What else? Oh, right..."

Krik pisses on your head. Foul-smelling piss gathers in the bottom of the crate. Your mouth is **** open enough that you can breathe, but the air is foul, and it's very painful to pull your face out of the piss. It spills into your mouth.

"Now we're even. I think it'll be a good few hours before anyone comes to use you; they're being kind and letting you "rest". Sleep well, Dreg."

Then the top goes on the crate, and you're alone, in darkness.