The space pirates who took you prisoner were /going/ to ransom you back, but when they found out how eager you were to please them they decided you looked much better with a skull and crossbones trampstamp and a collar around your neck.

Don’t worry about the authorities coming to save you, after all the crewmates with mutagenic cum finish pumping you up with sperm cocktail you’ll be unrecognizable~ They’ll just declare the old you dead, and then you’ll belong to the crew on every possible level...

In fact, with time, they consider you to be part of the booty. They eventually come to agree: as nice as it is to have you on the ship, you’re too valuable to risk. They take you to the barren planet where they store their looted treasure.

These include an extremely illegal “sentient organic to robot conversion machine” that they tenderly stuff you into.

Completely reduced to a black-market object, they use you thoroughly before switching you into sleep mode, leaving you to lay in a pile of illicit wealth.

They pile more treasure and loot into the room, blowing your prone form a half mocking kiss with promises of a sweet return, and depart for a long voyage, leaving your synth-neuron maintenance software to fill your robotic brain with endless hazy dreams of sexual service...