The Captain's seat.

"Jafar station?" Jet paled visibly at the mention of the notorious Zetan raider and slaver base. "You understand what that would mean?"

Commander James probably knew more than I did and definitely had more to fear. They had been the most successful Captain in countering Zetan raids into UCS territory and had captured, crippled or destroyed several raider ships in recent years. I imagine there were a lot of raiders with a grudge to settle that would bid huge amounts to possess their one time nemesis, especially in her new beautiful body.

"I need to take you down to deck one." I told her as the grav lift arrived. "Play along as you said and earn their trust."

Jet nodded unhappily. I was being less than honest with my one time Captain. If the circumstances made an attempt to take this ship likely to succeed I would offer help, but I had an alternative plan if such a risky course of action looked doomed to failure. I had already received benefits from being useful to these Helcions, freedom of movement and clothing, however skimpy. Even once the drive was repaired the ship would still be lacking an engineer to maintain it and earning the Helcion's trust to be regarded as crew rather than their **** seemed possible.

I wheeled the trolley into the lift as soon as the doors opened and descended down to deck one with Jet. This would usually be the main cargo hold of the vessal, a ship wide open space with a large airlock and loading ramp at the rear. With the Helcions emphasis on **** taking about half the cargo hold had been remade into a holding area for prisoners. I exited the grav lift to see several cage like steel barred cells had been constructed. About half of these cells now had three or four naked women in mag cuffs and collars inside.

Whipp and Latoyah were in the process of transferring the two slaves from their gurneys to an empty cell. I watched as they unclamped the mag cuffs from the gurney frames and then remagnetised them to clamp their prisoners wrists and ankles together. The two prisoners were just now coming out of the torpor they had been in inside the healing pods. Waking to find themselves trapped inside unfamiliar female bodies and manacled my newly enslaved former crewmates struggled, cried out and cursed as they were liffted from the trolleys and carried into the cells. They were left on the cell floor, wriggling and protesting loudly still cuffed hand and feet.

"Ah Sweetcheeks, wheel that slut over here." Whipp called out to me as she and Latoyah dumped the second **** on the deck in the cell. I obeyed without question and the two Helcions came back out to deal with Jet. My Captain tried to resist, much to the Helcions amusement as they mag cuffed her wrists together and then her ankles.

"I'll see you rot on Phobos for this you bitches." Jet fumed pulling at her wrist cuffs and kicking her slim legs in a futile attempt to seperate her clamped together ankles. Phobos was the UCS maximum security prison on one of the moons of Mars back in the Sol homesystem. Phobos being an airless rock escape was said to be impossible.

"Pffft, big threats from a little girl." Latoyah sneered. "No other UCS Captain is brave or dumb enough to come into the Zeta sector. Nobody's coming to your rescue."

"I think this one needs a lesson to make it clear what she is now." Whipp grinned at Latoyah as she made a suggestion. "I think a couple of hours on the saddle might quiet her down a little."

Latoyah laughed her agreement and entered the cage, stepping over the still squirming and fuming bodies of the other two prisoners. The red haired Helcion pulled down a hinged seat affixed to the cell bars. It resembled the slim padded seat of an antigrav bike except that a narrow ridge was raised in the centre of the seat. Grabbing Jet by her armpits and ankles the Hecions carried the struggling female figure to the seat still spitting curses and threats of retribution at her captors.

"What is this?" Jet shouted, sounding less angry and more apprehensive now.

Standing the Captain up they unclamped her ankles and sat her astride the seat before clamping each ankle spread wide apart to the steel bars behind her. The ridge on the saddle pressed into Jet's tight lipped labia and I saw her pussylips parted as her weight pushed her firmly onto the thin ridge. Then her wrists were clamped to the bars above and behind her to leave her spreadeagled and unable to do more than wriggle upon the saddle. Whipp used her wrist comm and a high pitched buzzing began and I saw Jet's eyes go wide with shock. She twisted and turned on the saddle but could not move enough to lift her pussy from the now vibrating ridge.

Having so recently discovered just how sensitive and easily aroused my nanobot engineered pussy was I could see the same confusion and surprise in Jet's face that I felt when Momo first touched my virgin quim. The Captain wriggled on the saddle, only adding to the intensity of the stimulation of the buzzing ridge against her pussylips. Jet looked shocked as she experianced the sexual arousal her engineered body was designed for. I heard her moan, a mixture of distress and arousal and my own pussy grew hot and wet again hearing her female sighs and mewling.