You tell your Captain the situation.

"You wanna know what we did huh?" Latoyah asks, leering at the wriggling figure on my gurney. "Here's a clue, you figure it out."

The sneering Helcion ran her fingers up Commander Jet James soft thigh and without any further warning thrust two fingers up into her bald clamlike quim. The UCS hero gave a loud confused schreech of indignation at the sudden violation. I can see her puzzled face trying to make sense of what she is feeling as Latoyah twists her fingers, tickling and teasing the inside of Jet's pussy.

"The fuck! What...? Ohhh fuck, is that a...." My former Captain gabbles as her senses and sensations lead her to the logical conclusion of where the Helcion's fingers are touching her.

Latoyah's exploration of the feminised officer are interrupted by the return of the grav lift. The doors slide open with a loud beep. With obvious **** the dark skinned Helcion slides her fingers out of Jet's pussy. She smiles evilly at the shocked petite form.

"And just when things were getting hot you get saved by the bell." Latoyah says with a snigger. "For a little while anyways. See you soon Jet James."

The Helcion turns about and pushes her trolley into the grav lift, as the doors slide closed she puts the two fingers that had so recently been inside my commanding officer and then points them at me. The meaning is clear, that I should not attempt anything while left along waiting for the grav lift. I look down at the distraught face on the gurney once the doors are closed.

"Captain, it's Futterman, Melvin." I tell her in a hissed urgent whisper.

"Futterman, from engineering? They got you too?" Jet tries to snap out of her shock and focus on my face, her eyes dart about taking in the otherwise empty corridor. "Quick, get me off this thing man. We need to make a plan, get out of here."

"They got the whole crew I think." I tell Jet. "I think they cloned us all. Those mag restraints are controlled by the wrist comms, I can't free you. Listen, the ship's dead in space right now. They want me to fix the grav drive but it will be a few days before I can even get minimal drive working."

"Okay, that gives us time to make plans." Despite her ordeal Jet still acts like the decisive hero she had been. "How many crew do they have, and how did they make us...this?"

"I'm not sure, I have seen four. Probably only two or three more I'm guessing." I tell her my estimate. "They reprorammed the healing pods nanobots. Used their own DNA to overwrite our own and the pods were fooled into repairing us to duplicates of the Helcions. Seems women are worth a lot more than men on the Zetan **** market. The one called Momo is some kind of genius with bot programming, you got cloned from her. I look just like their Captain."

"Right, we can use that. Overpower a couple pose as them to take this ship." Jet frowned thinking and refining her plan. "Need to wait till the drive is working to jump out of this sector. You play along with them for now Futterman, do as they tell you and gain a bit of trust."

"These Helcions are are sex obsessed Captain, maybe we can use that against them too." I can see the indicator next to the lift flashing to indicate the grav lift is on the way back to this deck. "They plan to sell us, they mentioned some place called Jafar."