Refuse to cooperate.

As a group we all agreed that we didn’t like being **** to do anything by our captor. Personally, the idea of our bodily fluids being fraudulently advertised and sold as an aphrodisiac revolted and angered me and I’m sure the others shared that sentiment. In fact, I was tempted to try and retrieve the sample I’ve already donated. Unfortunately, I’m no engineer and even the engineers in the room were stumped as to how to access the maintenance panel of the machine.

So, we decided to spend the next two days in protest to Jaquon’s demands. He was none too pleased when he returned later in the day to find barely any fluids in the container. He examined the contents through the glass barrier of the cell door. “This is a pittance. I’ve gotten more out of you by hand…” Jaquon commented, clearly referring to me. The others turned their raised eyebrows in my direction and I shrunk down a little. The captain of the vessel tsked and changed his tone, trying to appeal to our sense of reason. “You don’t have to make it hard on yourselves, ladies. If you cooperate it will be a pleasant experience for all of us! Have a little fun while we’re traveling, it’s not like you have anything better to do...”

“We’re not going to submit to your demands, Jaquon!” I said, defiantly. I stood up and faced off with him behind the glass door. “So you might as well get on with whatever sick and twisted **** you’ve got planned for us!”

Jaquon shook his head and chuckled to himself. “You misunderstand,” he told me. “I said that if you did not comply, your stay here would be unpleasant. Not by my hand, but your own!” He punched in commands on the outside console.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I am making the environment more amenable to my goals…” he stated. “You will notice an increase of temperature by two degrees. Not quite oppressive heat, but enough to induce sexual heat in many mammalian species…” He looked up at me. “Maybe this will help you get in the mood…”

With a smug grin, Jaquon left, leaving us to wallow in the increased heat.

The climate was bearable but it distracted us from concentrating on a means to escape. The discomfort clouded our thoughts so that we couldn’t put together a coherent plan on how to proceed. LaSalle was attempting to tinker with the extraction device while Barbieri and Bethan were reevaluating the room for possible avenues of egress. Having nothing better to do, I joined LaSalle. She was hunched over, cross legged in front of the machine.

“Find anything interesting?” I asked as I sat next to her.

“Hmm…” LaSalle murmured in the way she did whenever she was problem solving. “This thing is completely inanimate unless you power it up with your own heat signature,” she reported. “As soon as it senses body heat, it starts up.” She demonstrated by putting her hand on the seat and it started to rumble into a steady vibration.

“Can we use that?” I asked.

“I don’t want to test further because…” she gave me a shy look. I knew what she meant. When I sat in the chair, it sparked up levels of arousal I was not used to before. She was afraid of losing control and I didn't blame her.

“Hey… what if I be your spotter?” I asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, if things go too far, I can pull you off,” I explained.

“I really don’t want to give this guy what he wants, Lins,” LaSalle said. “You better be sure you can shut it down before he gets any of my honey.”

The way she described her vaginal secretions made me lick my lips, but I tried to cover it up with a terse nod. Jenny kept her eyes on me as she got up and climbed into the extraction device. It eased its form to fit the petite woman. Immediately it moved in to cover her genital area.

“Oh no you don’t,” I jumped in, protecting my friend. I covered her with my hand and the device circled over me like a living liquid. “Ah!” I cried out. Bethan and Barbieri had my back, dragging me away from the devious device. I held onto Jenny as they pried us away. The machine formed snakelike tendrils that reached out for all of us. One wrapped around my leg, pulling me down to the ground. Bethan and Barbieri fell with me. I clutched onto Jenny as tight as I could though and managed to wrench her from the machine as well!

We all landed in a heap on the ground. The tendrils seemed to lose life, dropping to the floor as well and relenting their grip on my leg. They then flaccidly retracted back to the base of the device. We were breathing heavily, working through the shock of what happened in the span of a few seconds.

“Jenny, are you alright?” I asked my friend.

After a few pants, Jenny replied, “Yeah… you?”

I let myself breathe for a moment before I responded, “Yeah,” back at her.

“Should we try it again?” Jenny asked.