Go back to the ship

You go back to the docking bay the way you came. This time you don't encounter any security personnel. That bastard! Approaching the front of your vessel, you see a small, circular object on the floor. It looks like a pebble. But you appropriate no meaning to it.

—— SKILL CHECK FAILED: ALL TECH GLITTERS ——

ZAP!

The sound catches your ear. True. But by that time it is already too late. You see about a dozen cables that emerge from the sphere, all hurling themselves across your bodies, making it impossible for you to move proper.

"What the shit?!" you yell as you wiggle your body, somehow still standing on your fleet. You call open the docking ramp. Thank the Stars, the Grace fulfills the order. The only problem that remains is to tiptoe yourselves onboard before anyone takes notice.

"I said I have a job for you, didn't I?" you hear Neil's voice. And with it, the facade of hope shatters inside you. Before you could do anything, the man hurls you over his shoulder, with one of his goons doing the same with Elena, and they start to carry you towards the other end of the hangar bay.

"What about the ship?" another one of his men asks.

"Judging by these two, it's either a **** trap, or there is nothing. Not about to find out which one," he says. His words calm you down a bit. At least, if you get out, the Grace would be still here. Except that you still have to find a way to get out of this mess.

"What will happen to us?" Elena asks, taking the logical side of things. But you receive no answer.

After about twenty minutes, you reach a large, rectangular vessel at the back of the hangar bay, designated as Gneisenau. It is somewhat larger than the Emerald Grace, with engines that are multitudes the size of her's. Not to mention the damn near ridiculous amount of guns placed along her hull.

You reckon these guys would have had a lot less trouble with the Zheng He than you did. Then again: what does it matter now?

You walk up the docking ramp, then you are escorted to the cargo hold. There, you receive a pink ruanite straitjacket, locking your arms in its inescapable grace, paired with a fist sized ballgag, a pair of **** ballet boots, and an arm's length leash. Elena receives about the same items, only in the color of red. And judging by her looks, she is just as delighted as you are, as the pirates keep tossing you around and groping you all over.

You also expect that they would start fucking you. But instead, you are escorted to a pair of cages. First it is Elena who gets locked in, then you are next, crammed in there on your knees as that is the only way to fit inside the ridiculously small thing.

"Nighty-night, ladies," Neil says as your eyes are covered by a blindfold. After that he and his men simply walk out of the room.