You do nothing

You could try to escape, but you doubt you would get very far from here. It was difficult for you to accept these sort of things. Few weeks ago the entire world was open to you. You could have gone anywhere, done anything, and now are sitting here, locked into an inescapable straitjacket, expected to serve your owners for the rest of your life. But it is what it is. You lay your head on Master’s left thigh, close your eyes, and start fantasizing of cocks again.

You stay in this position for several of hours. Around night, Master and the others start to wake up. They order you to suck their cocks again, then they take your leash, and escort you back to the ship.

“You know, I thought for a bit you would try to escape on us,” he says, once you are locked back in your cage.

You shake your head with the dildo in your mouth.

“You like things here, aren’t you?” he laughs.

You nod.

“You see, I’ve told you this is a favor to you. We are happy because we have our slave, and you are happy because you have your masters,” he pats you on the head, and leaves the room.

You stay idle for a while. In retrospect you are surprised by how easily you nodded. You don’t fancy to be a slave for the rest of your life. You simply have no better option. Then again: Serving the crew is a pretty good thing in itself. Surprisingly good. You try moving your holes around the dildos, trying ease your arousal. After a while, you give up, and you let yourself slowly drift into sleep.