Give the money to the captain

You decide to give the money to the captain. After all: you have it. Why complicate matters further?

"A wise decision," the man says.

However the moment you step onboard, the men start to swarm you like insects. You are without weapons after all! First, you realize your clothes are being torn off from your body. Hey! Then your wrists get secured behind you with cuffs connected by a short chain.

A needle is pressed in your neck, containing the nanites. The crew fucks you, right then and there. Then they proceed to escort you to the cargo hold. In there, your head is locked in a cage hanging from the ceiling, your hands cuffed behind you and locked into bondage mittens. You already feel the urge to masturbate. That means the nanites are doing their thing. But you just can't do it. No matter how much your body craves the sensation. Animals!

"Nighty-night," the captain says, and he leaves you alone with your thoughts.

For some time, you just stand there, as the auto lights turn off, trying to process the events around you. You were just taken as a sex ****, the rest of your life likely to be spent getting fucked by an untold number of people. You have to find a way to get out of here. But how? With the nanites already in your veins, you will be reduced to a bimbo by default.

Fueled by desperation, you start to struggle. But there is no way to get out of the mittens. And the cage that holds your head is locked shut with a magnetic lock, it's chain secured to the ceiling by sheer metal. As painful as it might be to admit: at least for now, there is no way out of this mess.