Will they come?

You sit on the metal floor for hours, drifting towards the verge of sleep, then the door suddenly opens, a group of men, armed and with casual clothes at the other side of it.

"Look what we have here," one of the men smiles, bald, middle aged. He steps close to you, and starts to grope your breasts. Just as the others do the same, you repeating "Mmmm!!!" out of hopelessness.

"Tag shows John Milton," one of the man says.

"Think she was injected?" another man asks. With a simple "Who cares?" as an answer, as by this time they've already finished with the removal of your clothes.

Your underside wet and with erect nipples, the five men decide to go through you. They even laugh how much you enjoy it all. Once they are done, you get an additional pair of cuffs around your ankles, accompanied by a hood on your head, then you are led outside the ship, taken for whatever fate the men have in mind for you.

BAD END: TAKEN FROM THE GET GO