Some time later

"How the hell is this not Alescia?" you can hear one of the crewmen ask.

"It's a sand planet," the answer comes. "There are lots of those."

"But it looks just like it," the crewmen says.

"Because it's a sand planet," you can hear the answer.

Hearing the words you smile. The two men are newcomers, and you didn't memorize their names just yet. On one hand, you are genuinely surprised that people like them could make this far without ****. Then again, the man who asked the question just happens to be fucking you, the other one ramming Elena, the both of you bent down in the middle of the cargo hold. Which means that even with their limited wits they were able to go further in life than the two of you.

And the smile doesn't stay too long either: as a third man comes up to you, and starts fucking your mouth.

"We not gonna fly anytime soon," one of the men turns to Neil. You recall it is Eugene, the engineer. The rest of the crew are here also. The majority if them already done fucking you.

"The others might just have what we need to repair ours," Neil says.

"It might also be a **** trap," Clarkson says.

"That's why we will need some good ol' subterfuge," Neil says, everyone turning to him the next second.

"We don't have any stealth gear. How do you want to infiltrate them?" Clarkson asks.

"We have two slaves," he says, pointing his palm to your bound forms. This is just the time the man behind you shoots his load. Then another one takes his place, thrusting his cock inside you.

"We don't have any spy equipment either," Eugene objects.

"Nor we have to," Neil says. "We let them out in the desert from the hole on level two. They walk until they reach the nearby canyon, then they pretend to collapse from the exhaustion. Then as the members from the other crew get there, we ambush them, and try to get at least one of them as prisoner. After the interrogation, we take up their clothes, pretend to be them bringing in the slaves, then we kill everyone onboard. Easy."

"How do we know they take the pretense?" Clarkson asks.

"Because they are hot as fuck. And everyone wants to believe they are at the verge of having two hot as fuck slaves under their cocks," Neil answers.

"Could work," Eugene nods finally.

"Yeah, it could work," Clarkson gives in as well, and soon the whole party is in agreement.

Of course: this doesn't mean the end of your fucking session. In fact, this is the time when they take some performance enhancing ****, and they start fucking you for hours to no end.