Merc-Pirates

Move so much as a muscle and you're mulch, convict."

The low, growling voice spun Calvo on his heel, but fortunately he was able to stop his reflexive impulse to make a dash for freedom. It would only have got him killed anyway. So distracted had he been by the guardswomen's embrace, he had failed to notice the approch of the Merc-pirates....and that was clearly what they were. More than the mismatched and battle scarred weapons and blast armour the men wore, or even their pseudo millitary clenched fist ensignia, it was their expressions that gave them away. Hard, cold, uncaring,their eyes dead, they would kill or die with equal indifference for any reason they pleased. Calvo's eyes flicked around the loose circle of men, their weapons levelled at him, Twelve, and Eighteen. They were in deep, deep shit....

"I take it I have you guys to thank for attacking the prison and setting me loose..."

One of Mercs, a heavily muscled, bald headed brutal looking man, had stepped forward as Calvo spoke. The butt of his ridle swung in a hard arc, smashing in to the escaped prisoner's jaw. Calvo went down in an explosion of pain, blood trickling from his split lip. He heard a frightened gasp from the two guardswomen. The hungry looks in the eyes of the men surrounding them did not bode well.

Their deaths would not be quick.

Calvo remained silent...to speak again would only invite a beating, or a quick ****. When the bald, slab-muscled merc indicated a direction with a jerk of his rifle, Calvo levered himself to his feet, gingerly licking his split lip. Resisting at this stage was useless. Best to be still alive if and when a chance presented itself.

He was herded, along with the terrified Twelve and Eighteen, in the direction of the smoking remains of the prison's armoury. The walls still stood, although most of the roof had been blown away. More merc-pirates were busy looting the wreckage. In a huddle nearby, other guardswomen were herded, surrounded by leering, savage-eyed mercs. One had already decided to enjoy the spoils of the attack....a fat, oily looking merc had an apparently **** guardswoman draped over a table face down. The petite, oriental looking woman's skintight uniform trousers and black thong had been ripped down around her ankles, exposing her beautifully pert, taut curves of her asscheeks. The brutal, fat merc was **** her unresisting body from behind, his cock pistoning in and out of her, his hands gripping her buttocks, to the jeers and catcalls of his companions. When he was done, he simply left the guardswoman as she was, motionless, his cum trickling slowly from between her thighs. Calvo felt his stomach clench with hatred and revulsion, but held himself in check.

The bald merc gestured to his left. Calvo's eyes widened. Over the twisted, hald melted steel of one of the roofbeams, a pair of ropes had been thrown. Beneath one, the redheaded Captain of the guard stood,her hands bound behind her back, trying desperately to retain her composure as a noose was slipped around her slender neck. Calvo's eyes darted desperately about, but there were levelled weapons all around him. He could do nothing as his own hands were tightly bound. A rough rope noose was tightened around his own throat.

"These bitches we can have some fun with...then sell as slaves, if they live long enough. But you, and the chief cunt here...you'd only be trouble. So you two, die slow. Have fun!"

The merc leader spun away on his heel, making a chopping motion with his hand. The ropes were hauled, tied off, the noose jerking taut as Calvo was lifted a tantalising few inches off the ground. His legs jerked and kicked as he fought to breathe past the gripping of the rope over his windpipe. Beside him, the redheaded Captain's beautiful body twisted desperately. Calvo was vaguely aware of the mercs herding their prisoners and carrying their spoils toward a stub nosed, ancient shuttle........