Wake up

You wake up in the ship's dormitory.

Six huge, fur rugs, probably the Chullian version of beds, take up space on the blue plastic floor. They're not laid out evenly; there's probably some complicated heirarchical reasoning behind the arrangement. You don't understand the heirarchy, yourself, but your place in it is very clear.

In one corner of the room, the blue plastic flooring has been cut away to reveal bare metal grate. Beneath the grate, far enough down that if you stuck an arm through one of the massive holes you still wouldn't be able to touch it, a layer of slightly luminous green ooze sits. On top of half of the grate is a metal cage, bars only just too close together to squeeze through, and in that cage is you.

You have just enough room to lie comfortably -- that is, just enough room to lie without having to curl up. The grate isn't comfortable to lie on, no matter how you to it. The cage is easily tall enough to stand in; it's tall enough for a Chullian to stand in. It's shut by a deadbolt, high out of your reach but that any Chullian could get to. Apparently, anyone in the crew can decide if the cage is to be locked or not, except for you. At the moment, it's locked.

You're cold. This is probably partly due to your nakedness and the bare metal grate beneath you, but a lot of it's probably due to the copious amounts of cum smeared over your entire body. Although most of it has long since crusted and dried. Your throat and cunt are raw, and your asshole hurts -- it takes a moment for you to realise that this is because there's an enormous butt plug in it. You can't pull it out. It's got some kind of lock on it that expands it inside your ass.

Two Chullians sit on one of the fur beds, deep in discussion.

"So here's my theory, Maive: Tortik was right."

"Impossible! About what, though?"

"Dreg being sexy. I think it might be a species thing. What did you call it? Human? So far as I can tell, though I'll need to do more research to be sure, Dreg's arousal hormones exacerbate the effect of the pheremone implant. Weirdly, their presence doesn't seem to work on our pheremones; it might be something to do with the artificial ones specifically, or something happening internally."

"And in simple Chullian, Amano, that is...?"

"In simple Chullian, Maive, for your underdeveloped mind... basically, the more sexed up Dreg is, the sexier it is. We might want to be careful about letting it cum too often unless we want chaos around here. Me, I'm not against the occasional good old gangbang, but we've all got work to get done, and if we wear Dreg out too quickly we'll just need to go get another one."

"Always a hassle. Alright; let the crew know. I'll be out in a sec."

Maive approaches the grate. {if Owner = 1} He {endif} {if Owner = 2} She {endif} {if Owner = 3} It {endif} doesn't open your cage; instead, {if Owner = 1} he {endif} {if Owner = 2} she {endif} {if Owner = 3} it {endif} stops and pisses through the grate onto the green slime below. The slime absorbs the piss noiselessly.

Maive doesn't seem to have noticed that you're awake.