In a lot of trouble

Lisa's head was still aching as her eyes began fluttering open. She wasn't sure how long she'd been out or even where she was. She tried to sit up but something felt very wrong. She could feel the cool metallic floor the ship against her bare chest and stomach. She tried moving her arms and legs but they didn't respond and she realized they were secured behind her.

Her clouded mind slowly gained more clarity and she took in her situation. The Monarch had obviously been boarded during the explosion, with herself and Tanya being captured. She looked beside her to see her Captain bound in the same position she but still ****. Lisa shuttered realizing both of them were hogtied in a standard metal **** hogtie device.

A device connected to the back of a ****'s collar as a metal pole stretched back over their naked back meeting four sets of cuffs just above the slaves ass. Wrists and ankles would be secured to the cuffs leaving the **** girls immoble and exposed. Lisa remembered the newest models came with a "zero-gravity" function when turned on the **** could be easily transported with one hand or left suspended in air to be trained and entertain potential buyers.

"Look Boss, the Brunette is waking up." She heard a gruff voice say.

She felt a hand grab her hogtied bar and heard the click of a button. The device hummed to life and lifted the naked copilot up off the cool floor and stopped at waist height of the men. She felt two sets of hands begin roaming over her soft creamy flesh.

"Wake up! **** meat." The obvious leader of this crew said. "You'll fetch a fine price at market unless we can sell you before."

"Look Boss she's already got her nipples pierced. We might want to switch out these simple studs though for some **** nipple rings or **** designated studs." The other said as his hands pinched and twisted Lisa's soft round nipples stiffening them in the process.

Lisa moaned under the torment. "Please stop..." she begged weakly. "Our corporation will pay for our safe return."

"Not as handsomely as the **** market my dear." The leader said as his hand moved between her legs and across her mound. "Pierced nipples, shaven pussy..." two thick fingers probed her cunt. "soaking wet... Your company won't be able to afford you. It's almost as if you keep your body prepared for a alien **** market."