Tell the crew how Krik's been treating you

The crew listens to your explanation, shocked. They look at Krik. They look at Maive.

Maive stands up. "Krik?"

"Yes, captain?"

"My sincere apologies for bringing something on board that would turn on you like this." Maive wraps one massive hand around your neck and lifts you off your feet. "Have you forgotten what you are, Dreg? Krik can treat you however they want. Krik is your superior and always will be. And you trying to separate my crew like this, running whining to people like you'd expect any of us to turn on Krik just for you, is unacceptable. You know what? If you can't behave like a dreg, then for the next five days, you won't be a dreg." They drop you. "Everyone: for the next five days, we have no dreg. Oh, quiet down; you've been dregless before. For the next five days, this thing is Krik's personal property. So if you want to use it for anything, ask Krik. Krik's got final say on everything about it."

Krik's eyes light up. "Thanks, Maive. Although I must say, I can see why people are a bit upset at having such a dreg taken from them suddenly... so for today, let's have a bit of a temporary farewell party. Can someone tie it to the table while I go and get some equipment?"

You're laid over the kitchen table, much like your first night. Only this time, your arms and legs are tied down.

Krik quickly returns with a hoop of wire. "I think I sized this correctly. It's an improvement on my previous gag design." They **** your jaw wide and shove it in. "It sits behind the teeth here, see? And the human can't pull it out without hands."

"Why's it better?" Amano asked curiously.

"Because you can fit a cock in there without having to take the gag out, which means there's no reason for the gag to come out. In fact, I think I'll leave it in for the whole three days."

"It can't chew with its mouth open like that."

"It doesn't need to chew cum, so I don't see that being an issue. It might have trouble swallowing, but it's just going to have to hope we cum far enough back in its throat, I guess."

"Its mouth is going to dry out."

"Oh, I'm sure we can keep it lubed up. Couple of other improvements: not being able to use the ass is getting to be a pain."

"The ass isn't ready," Maive cut in. "I did give my word, but if you're going to do that then keep in mind -- "

"No, no; I wouldn't want to risk breaking it. But there's no reason to give it a rest from the stretcher all day, is there? It's not shitting all day." You feel the butt plug being shoved back in. It's much, much wider than it was when it came out; you scream.

"I don't think it can walk if you make it that big, Krik," Tortik says.

"So that means it can be this big any time we don't need it to walk."

Therion walks around the table, looking you up and down. "Good thinking with the plug, Krik. Look how it's trying to raise itself up off the table to relieve some of the pressure -- that's a much better angle of entry. I could get a block for under its pelvis or something so it can rest."

"It should've thought about rest earlier," Krik shrugs. "Make it work for it. I've got one more trick." They walk around to where you can see and present a small semipherical plastic cap and a tube of something semi-liquid. "Skin glue. Should stick to the human's species type until I apply the solvent." They squirt it on the cap, circle behind you, and press it firmly on your clitoris. Then, they give the cap a little flick, and it starts vibrating powerfully. "That should make things a lot more fun. You can all use the human as much as you want."

The fist cock shoved in your cunt causes a ripple of agony through your stretched ass. You scream, but this doesn't deter the Chullian; in fact Therion, shoving his cock into your mouth, says, "That feels amazing! Make it scream again!", and soon they're slapping and pinching you and jolting the plug to make you scream on purpose. You pass out quickly, but are soon roused by your own powerful orgasm, which just encourages the Chullians (you can't tell which ones) to pump faster.

You pass out several times that day. You're sure there must be downtime, time when everyone's working and nobody has time to fuck you, but you don't experience any of it, because you're ****. Whenever you're awake, it's to the agonising pumping of at least one cock, usually two, and the occasional orgasm being **** from your exhausted body.

Sometimes, the Chullians wake you up on purpose, to make you struggle and scream on their cocks and increase their pleasure. Usually, they don't seem to care if you're awake or asleep. At some point when you're passed out, someone adds a brace under your chin to hold your face at the perfect face-fucking angle with no effort. You have no sense of time, but eventually you wake up to an electric shock like a cattle prod against your ass.

"Time to put you to bed," Krik says, starting to untie you. "I can't wait for tomorrow. That's when the real fun begins."