Assessing the situation

Of course, Bethan, Barbieri and LaSalle were immediately drawn in by the extracting devices. It seemed like the engineers were already assessing whether or not they could make some use of it for an escape.

"Looks like it's form molded, no fasteners," Barbieri noted.

"That's no good... what about the tubes?" Bethan asks, as if they were on a routine project. Despite being out of uniform and any clothes for that matter, the three of them composed themselves with professional detachment. I simply hovered in the background, not being able to add anything helpful to the conversation.

"If I had my tools, I might be able to get that apart," LaSalle lamented, "But we got nothing to work with here..."

"What about the bed?" Bethan asked and they turned their attention to the circular framed furnishing. After a while, that too looked to be a dead end. The engineers moved on to the promised food dispenser, but it appeared inoperative. LaSalle posited that it may be connected to the device, as Jaquon had implied, so that it would only function if the extractor was in use. We looked at one another to see if anyone would volunteer to test the theory out. I felt like I wasn't contributing enough, so I tentatively offered myself to the cause. LaSalle smirked, of course, which made me instantly flush up from embarrassment. The other two looked more relieved that I was stepping up though.

I stood in front of the device. It was a cold plastic seat that was shaped to take the form of a body. I turned myself around and backed into it, taking care not to bump into the protruding phallus that stuck out in the front. As I eased myself into the seat, it seemed to envelop my body, forming itself around my contours. Before I knew it, I was resting comfortably in the chair, almost reclining, with my feet planted firmly on the floor. I looked to the others whom were watching me intently. I suddenly felt like a spotlight was on me and squirmed a bit in the chair. It squirmed back, which caused me to go, "Oh!"

"What is it?" Jenny asked with concern.

"The chair wiggled..." I replied in astonishment.

"Wiggled?" Barbieri asked. The Bajoran bit her lips, becoming agitated, "Maybe you should get off that thing..."

I leaned forward to get out, but the chair leaned with me until the phallus pressed up against my mound. "Oh..." I called out in surprise. I couldn't get out now. The phallus seemed to move on its own, or was it the chair? Either way, I watched as the tip of the dildo drew a line down my mound until it found its way down my labia. From there, it pressed against my pussy lips, gently stroking until my lips parted way. It felt warm and slick.

"It looks like it's extruding some sort of lubricant..." Bethan noted, reminding me that the others were still watching as this thing was about to penetrate me. I gasped as the phallus burrowed deeper and I played exhibitionist to the group.

"Are you alright, Linda?" Barbieri asked. I nodded my head, but was afraid to say anything and let out a deep moan. The dildo was several centimeters in me now and was beginning to come alive. I shivered and gasped some more as I felt the thing ripple inside me. I clutched the sides of the chair to pull myself up, but felt it reform around me until I was in a reclined position again. I took a deep breath and laid there as the device continued its probe. The chair began to move some more, like it was some sort of carnival ride. I felt my feet lift up off the floor as I fully reclined to rest on my back. I stared up at the ceiling as the chair began to completely envelop me. The others became more concerned with this, but it stopped short of covering my face, so I could still breathe.

"What's it doing to you, Linda?" Jenny asked.

"It's... it's warm and... soft... it's feeling my entire body," I tried to explain. What once felt like hard, cold plastic, was now this strange malleable substance that, once it started undulating and rippling over my body, felt like some sort of full body massage. I let out a moan as the machine seemed to know how to manipulate my body. It rubbed my feet and shoulders, hugged my sides, kneaded my breasts, pinched my nipples and groped my ass. It was as if I was being seduced by the sea. I groaned as it coaxed an orgasm out of me, then I felt suction in my sex. The machine was extracting my juices. It kept at it as I came and then came again. After a few minutes, I was a twitching, spent mess that melted to the floor. I looked back at my seducer and it had returned to its original form as a cold and inanimate piece of furniture.

The others surrounded me to check if I was alright. After a thorough body check, they convinced themselves that I was under no physical harm and checked to see how much fluid was in the canister.

"Barely five percent of it's capacity from my estimate," LaSalle decided.

"That'll be quite a few extractions required..." Chief Bethan concluded.

"The dispenser is working though..." Barbieri noted as she replicated a cup of water for me. She walked it over to me and helped me sip it. "What are the chances of the Ishtar coming to the rescue before the two days are up?" she asked everyone in general.

"Jaquon probably incinerated our stuff so there'd be no way to get a signal out to them," Bethan replied.

"And even if we did give him what he wants, there's no telling if he'd just sell us off to someone when we get there..." LaSalle added.

"Plus I don't like the idea of being **** into doing something for a guy like him," Barbieri remarked with a sneer.

"If we don't, we'll just suffer for two days," I pointed out.

"I'd rather suffer than prostitute myself for the likes of him," Barbieri replied.

"Well, if we don't all participate, I doubt we'll make enough to satisfy his quota," Bethan said, "So, we should decide now if we're going to go give him what he wants or suffer the consequences together."