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Chapter 8 by Primal356 Primal356

What's next?

You accept

"I will do it," you nod.

"Glad to hear it," the captain laughs, and the entire gang cheers in excitement.

The members of the crew stand up from the desk, and they begin to crawl all over you. First, you realize your clothes are being torn off from your body. Then, as multiple hands start to explore your curves and private parts, you come to the realization that they don't just want to spend some time with you. They want to take you as their property!

"Hey!" you raise your voice. But by that time there is nothing you can do, and your wrists get secured behind you with cuffs, followed by a massive collar locked around your neck.

CLICK! A short leash is attached to your collar, and the crew takes you away, dragging you through the streets all the way to their vessel. You scream and yell many times during the process. However nobody reacts to your woes.

As you get on the ship, a needle is pressed in your neck, containing the nanites. The crew fucks you, right then and there, then they proceed to escort you to the cargo hold. In there, your head is locked in a cage hanging from the ceiling, your hands cuffed behind you and locked into bondage mittens. You already feel the urge to masturbate. That means the nanites are doing their thing. But you just can't do it. No matter how much your body craves the sensation. Animals!

"Nighty-night," the captain says, and he leaves you alone with your thoughts.

For some time, you just stand there, as the auto lights turn off, trying to process the events that took place. You were just taken as a sex ****, the rest of your life likely to be spent getting fucked by an untold number of people. You have to find a way to get out of here. But how? With the nanites already in your veins, you will be reduced to a bimbo by default.

Fueled by desperation, you start to struggle. But there is no way to get out of the mittens. And the cage that holds your head is locked shut with a magnetic lock, it's chain secured to the ceiling by sheer metal. As painful as it might be to admit: at least for now, there is no way out of this mess.

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