You awake

"You really thought this would be it, sunshine?" you hear the captain say as you come to your senses.

You find yourself strapped to a birth table, neck to ankle, a massive ballgag in your mouth. You look over your body, including your breasts and vagina. So pristine. You can't imagine what these people are going to do with it.

The captain steps close to you, and inserts a syringe into your neck, containing the nanites. You can feel your lust increase immediately. But you know that it will take time until the effect reaches its epiphany.

You follow the captain with your eyes, as he steps between your legs, and unzips his zipper. Then you gasp "Mhmmmm!", as he enters you, his cock ramming you in a rhythmic fashion. It takes him about twenty strokes to get done. In his absence, it is the crew members who take his place. Each of them taking their turn with a wide smile on their faces.

After they are done, the captain gets 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 around you. 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.