You wake up

The next day you wake up feeling the enormous ballgag in your mouth. You might be an adanian, but your jaw already aches. Just as your wrists, legs and your spine as you've spent the entire night on the cold floor. Despite the forcefield, you try to get out of the cuffs. But again, they are too tight. Even for you.

You sit in your place idle for some time, then you shudder as you see the captain walking towards the cell. Strange, you find yourself wanting this, but the mere fact that you are at the mercy of a complete stranger, makes you scared beyond measure.

“You slept well, pet?” the captain asks as turns off the forcefield, and starts caressing your face with his fingers.

You nod, recognizing his touch, as he starts fondling you. Inevitably, your body starts to tremble, and he quickly locks eyes with you, latching onto your fear.

“You did anything wrong during the night?” he asks moving his hands on your body.

You shake your head.

“Then why are you afraid?” he asks, and he enters your vagina with his index finger.

“Mmmm…” you moan and shake your head at the same time, not really sure how to answer.

“If you do as you are ordered, you won’t be hurt,” he says. “That being said, if you misbehave, or rebel, you might get your fair share. But if you do as you are told, you will only receive goof things from us.”

Suddenly, his index finger leaves, and you find yourself wanting. Next, you see his cock unzipped however, and that excites you, so you smile as he starts rubbing it against your face.

“Do you understand this concept?” he asks.

You nod.

Seconds later, your ballgag is unlocked, and the cock is pushed between your lips. You start bobbing your head up and down on the shaft. You are aroused as fuck! You keep at it for a few minutes, accepting his hand’s guidance over your head, then you finally get him to the edge, and he fills your mouth with semen.

“Good pet,” your hear. You gulp down everything,and lick down the patches on your face, then your ballgag is locked back in your mouth.

After that, you are not sure what to expect. But suddenly your leash is yanked out of the O-ring, and he starts leading you through the ship. On your way, you encounter a few crewmembers, each of them pinch you and caress you as you walk past, then you enter the cargohold, with a bondage table at its center. One and a half meters wide, one meter long, flat surface, with a series of O-rings at its sides in order to secure you in any position they want you.

You are secured on it chest down, prepared for some missionary, with your wrists locked in front of you and your ankles spread wide apart.

“MMmm!!!” unprepared, you feel the captain enter you, and you start moaning from the sensation as he pounds you. As he comes, you feel close to an orgasm. But you are not there yet. So you are actually glad as the other crewmembers join in, and start pounding you in his place, both in your vagina and your asshole.

After about an hour, the entire crew is done with you. And you just remain on the table, waiting to be used again. Bound and gagged. Semen dripping from both of your holes.

Fuck! The thought goes through you. Last time you checked, you weren’t far from zetan space. Technically you can be contracted on any of their planets. And that would include getting locked into one of those zetan straitjackets that are completely inescapable for their wearers.

Were you the captain, you would have already gotten the vessel to one of the border planets. In fact, you would have already landed, and the whole gangbang thing would serve as nothing but a ceremony to prepare their next subject to what awaits her next. So yes, if you to stay here, the next stop will be a **** registry, and by night, you would be enclosed in a zetan straitjacket.

On the other hand. You might not necessarily have to remain here.

As you probe the cuffs around your wrists, you notice something. In his lust, the captain forgot to lock them tight enough. Granted, a normal human would be still trapped here. But you are certain that you could free yourself. Plus, thanks to your photosynthetic memory, you just happen to know that Dresden class frigates have an emergency hatch here. Were you to slip through it, you could easily get lost in the crowd, and disappear for good.

Question is: Do you want to?

You have to admit, getting through the two gangbangs was quite an experience for you. And you have to admit, you are genuinely excited about those zetan straitjackets! On the other hand, if you allow yourself to be contracted, you will really be a **** for the rest of your life. Escape would no longer be an option. Regardless what you might think after a certain amount of years. So this is a decision you have to be mighty careful about.