Why enslave you, of course. They are a bunch of horny pirates, after all

He glares at you, "Hey now, girl, don't be so shocked. Just because we're pirates who go around **** and enslaving pretty girls doesn't mean we're inhumane. I've only heard of four pirates who had such an idea; one changed his mind after his crewmates gave him a good beating. Two of them were helped on a spacewalk without their cremate's benefit of a spacesuit. The final one was dumped on some backwater planet after they cut off his cock and shoved it down his throat."

Cringing as you realise he didn't think you believed him, you correct him stuttering, "That's not it. It's why didn't anyone on the station try to help me or any of the other tunnel rats?"

"Oh, that would be because it's run by a cult. You can't expect rational or humane behaviour from those sorts. Really would you expect any better from the sort of people who wanted to burn you alive?"

"Oh, that makes sense," you mumble.

The alethic guy comes back over, carrying a small IV bag filled with a few hundred mills of a smooth glossy light yellowish fluid attached to a thick silicone tube by a thin clear plastic tube. "Enough talk, you need to eat to build up your weight, girl," he says, handing you the silicone tube and hanging the bag above you. You look at him, wondering what he means, then he continues, "it's condensed milk. You just gently squeeze and suck on the mouthpiece."

Looking at the tube he gave you, and you see it's a silicone cock. "You want me to suck on this?" you question, both repulsed and aroused at the same time.

"Of course, that's how I feed all the girls. It helps them learn how to suck cock like good slaves."

"But I'm not a ****," you state. They all laugh, causing you to shiver as you think about the other things you hear them say, you being a prize, them having a use for you, them enslaving pretty girls before nervously asking, "you can't to enslave me?" Despite how the idea excites you.

"Oh, we're going to have lots of fun with you," grins the rugged guy as he gently massages your side starting at your hip and working his way up. You let out a contented sigh enjoying the comfort of his touch. Until he reaches your breast, where his hand migrates to cup your boob, firmly caressing it, his thumb and forefinger come together, pinching your nipple, causing you to gasp in shock as a shot of arousal lances from your nipple to your pussy.

Despite your shock at his actions, you instinctively lean into his caress seeking more while stammering, "What are you doing?"

"I know you're enjoying this, Kat," he draws out your name continuing, "do you really want me to stop?"

You shake your head, letting out a moan of pleasure as you press your breast into his hand.

"Good girl, your ours now, Kat, our lovely little fuck toy, our **** to play with and enjoy however we want, or even sell at the **** market," he says with a dirty grin causing you to heat with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "That is unless you manage to prove yourself worthy of being a pirate and joining the crew. But you'll still be our toy."

"What do you mean?" you question him nervously.

"Like I said, you're ours now. That can either be as our **** or as one of the crew if you can stand up for yourself, prove you're a strong, feisty unyielding pirate, not just some timid, weak little girl whose only purpose is to be a **** girl. Don't worry, though; we're not going to sell you before we get you all nice and healthy, so you'll have a real chance to prove yourself more than just another sex ****. But until you do, that's exactly how we'll treat you."