You assess your surroundings

Shit! What did he mean by nanites? This way even if you manage to get rid of your restraints, and get the fuck out of here, you could simply be tracked down and returned to your owner. What you need is a ship. And a fast one. That way you could get back to Coalition space, where the zetans would have no authority over you. Otherwise you will end up as a sex **** for good.

Question is: How?

You go to the window on all fours, and stand up as much as you can to get a good look. You see a large city in the distance, and also a space port, with small trade ships either descending to or emerging from the landing areas. You quickly conclude that you have to get in there, and steal a ship. But how? Even back home, people couldn’t just wander in there, and get their hands on the damned things. And any security check you try to pass is a ticket back to slavery. You figure you could roam around the city, and perhaps stumble into someone who owns a ship. But with the authorities actively tracking you this would be next to impossible.

You start to have a bad feeling about this. You feel yourself self cast back in the containment cell, where you perceived there would be a way out of the place. But there simply wasn’t. The other alternative is to stay in slavery, and wait for a better chance to escape. It could take months. Even years. But at least you would have ample time to exercise all your wicked fantasies, never having the thought that you missed out on something. Who knows? Perhaps you get fond of this thing, and choose to stay in slavery. Or you will get a kinky boyfriend, and play the **** role twenty-four seven.