I leave deck one.

Whipp and Latoyah left the cage, and I watched as the electronic lock was engaged by the wrist comm. A second command freed the mag restraints of the two prisoners on the cell floor and they sprawled on the floor in a dazed fashion when released from their hogcuffed bondage. My eyes were rivetted on the sight of my former commander, a renowned hero of the UCS fleet writhing and moaning in sexual heat on the vibro saddle while clamped to the cage bars. I barely noticed Whipp stepping around me until I felt her hand thrust down the front of my skimpy ruanite microshorts.

"Huh, just as I guessed wet and horny." The tall blonde Helcion hissed in my ear as her fingers found and teased my moist pussylips. "Watching slaves squirm getting your juices running girl?"

I could not deny that was true, not with Whipp's fingers stroking my hot and dampening labial folds. I shifted my hips, not pulling away and shamefully aware that I wanted the Helcion's fingers inside me. Whipp chuckled as she felt my movement, teasing me a moment longer before pulling her hand back out and leaving me hot, bothered and frustrated.

"Not yet slut." She taunted. "You get that grav drive running and you'll get rewarded. We're a fucking sitting duck out here with the drive offline and a raider out of Jafar finding us dead in space means you'd get far worse than Jet there."

"We'd likely all get far worse." Latoyah added. "Ain't no honour amongst slavers out in the black like there is on planets or stations."

Whipp shot her fellow Helcion an annoyed look. The fact that other Zetan's might take the Helcion crew as slaves if the ship was defenceless was a piece of information I might use as a bargaining chip. The blonde slapped my asscheek, hard enough for a warm glow to spread through the buttock after the sting.

"Yeah well maybe." She admitted grudgingly. "Probably they'd just demand we hand over all the merchandise."

"Not likely." Latoyah disagreed. "Fuck all we could do unable to move with missiles and particle beams locked on us but surrender. You wanna bet they'd pass up the chance of another six slaves and leave us behind?"

So that confirmed the Helcion crew of this ship was just six. The slaves, including myself were nearly three to one against them.

"Back to work Sweetcheeks." Whipp growled. "You just get those engines running if you know what's good for you."

I hurried off towards the grav lift. As bad as I considered my situation now being taken as a prize by another Zetan ship crewed by men and in no **** need of an engineer would be worse.