Calvo wakes

Calvo's head was aching and his mouth felt dry, the cloying taste of rubber in the back of his throat made him retch. He groaned and went to sit up only to find that a loose strap across his chest was holding him down. He struggled to make sense of his surroundings through the foggy aftereffects of anaestazine. Bringing a hand up to his face he felt bandages wrapped about his head. He started to remember a man with bandages, he'd killed him with a rock. The memories came rushing back now and Calvo shook his head. He was on the merc ship and he'd just come out of hyperspace. Calvo opened his eyes, with numb fingers he undid the loose straps holding him to the bio-bed and sat up. He needed to get his head together, the pirates would be coming round too and he'd need his wits about him if he hoped to continue his charade of being the merc known as Handsome.

Calvo eased the rubber tube of the hyperspace rig off his flaccid cock, the catheter and tubes had been set to withdraw automatically at the end of the jump. He pulled up his trousers and slid off the bed, stumbling on unsteady legs to the door to the **** hold. Very few of the guardwomen showed any sign of awakening, Calvo was a space and frequent hyperspace jumps meant that he would recover much faster than the planet based guards. Some of the other slaves though were already stirring, as much as their restraints would allow and occasional stifled moans could be heard. These were probably spacecrew the mercs had **** from boarded ships. The merc-pirates too would be well accustomed to the effects of hyperspace sleep and would no doubt be rising already. Most would probably head to the ships galley as soon as they were mobile to wash the taste of feeding tubes and nutrient gunk from their throats.

Leaning on the wall for support, Calvo staggered to the nearest restraint beds. The dark lieutenant and Eighteen were still out cold. Calvo felt a warm glow of satisfaction that he had at least achieved something by saving their lives.

"Well now, what do we have here?" A rough voice asked.

The question caught Calvo by surprise, he hadn't even heard anyone enter. He turned to find the bald merc leader and Sparks the engineer standing behind him.

"Thought you said these two would be dogfood." The chief said to Sparks. "Said you didn't have time to prep them."

" 'Andsome musta done it." Sparks muttered, scowling at Calvo. "Can't see 'ow 'e coulda managed the two of them though. Not on 'is own."

"Who cares?" The leader said with a shrug. "Important thing is he did. Good work Handsome, there's a lot of people down on Port Morgan got personal scores with these bitches. We can get two or three times the normal price of a **** for guardwomen, and for that officer who knows?"

"Good to see someones using a bit of iniative around here." The bald pirate continued, casting a dirty look at Sparks. "Handsome, twenty five percent of what we make on these two is yours as a bonus. After you've been to the galley you two can catalogue the slaves, get Gypsy to give you a hand. I want this finished before we reach Port Morgan in three hours."

The merc leader turned and headed off. Once he'd gone the old man turned to Calvo with a sour look, his tentacles whipped about in agitation.

"Made old Sparks look a fool in front of the chief, you did 'Andsome." Sparks grumbled. "Better watch you don't get too sharp or you'll be likely to cut yourself."

Sparks turned to leave, gesturing for Calvo to follow. "Anyways let's 'ead to the galley and find that freakbitch, Gypsy. My throat's drier than a nun's cunt."