That night...

You're dumped back on your grate to sleep. You're not gagged, but the butt plug is returned, and tonight it feels significantly larger than last night. A healing cream is smeared liberally in your chafed cunt and **** down your raw throat; it burns like a mild hot sauce. You also can't help but notice that your cage is now locked.

Despite your uncomfortable position, you fall asleep immediately, and don't wake again until you feel the hot stream of piss hitting your face.

"Time to get up, lazybones," Tortik calls as you scramble out of the way. "Hey. Hey. Did I say you could move? I'm cleaning you up. Get back here."