Continue prepping the women.

Sparks and Calvo returned to the room with the holding cage containing the remaining guardwomen. The women huddled at the back of the cage with the lieutenant at the fore, her haughty features proudly defiant. Sparks drew a blaster pistol and opened the cage door.

"Next please." The engineer said in a mocking voice.

None of the women came forward, instead drawing protectively closer together and staring sullenly at Calvo and the old man. Sparks sighed and made as if to shut the door.

" 'Ave it your way girlies." He said. "We're going into a jump soon, me and 'Andsome will just 'it our bunks. We'll be back after, but of course you'll all be drooling loonies by then."

The women exchanged startled looks. The lieutenant scowled, torn between her desire to resist and her responsibility to keep her troops safe.

"Do as he says." She snarled. "Our forces will be coming for us and this rustbucket won't stand a chance against one of our warships. These dogs will soon be brought to heel, it's our duty to survive till then."

"Twelve, you go first." The coloured officer ordered. "Be brave and don't worry, these filthy males will soon pay for this."

"That's right girlies." Sparks chuckled. "Do as your chief 'ore says and none of you'll get 'urt."

Twelve edged forward hesitantly, casting frightened glances back at her comrades. Once she was out of the cage Sparks relocked the door and Calvo pushed the small guard through into the **** hold. Twelve gasped with shock when she saw the merc's prisoners strapped onto the rows of beds. Her slim body trembled and tears welled up in her eyes as she realised that soon she would be similarly restrained.

"Noooo, please don't." She pleaded.

Sparks tentacles snapped forward at the cowering guardwoman and sliced away her skintight white uniform. The small dark haired woman vainly tried to cover her nakedness, one hand covering her dark bushy pussy and a slender arm held across her perky little breasts.

"No need to be shy tiny titties." Sparks laughed. "Old Sparks and 'Andsome 'ere will soon 'ave a good look at you spread like an 'ore when the fleets in port. Now get those boot's off and stand by the bed."

Twelve reluctantly did as she was told. The engineer readied the bed, lifting it upright and shortening the restraints to fit the petite woman. Calvo and Sparks strapped Twelve into the bed and swung it back down into place. Twelve's eyes darted about fearfully and her small conelike tits rose and fell with her frightened rapid breaths. Calvo licked his lips, the guardwoman's body shivered adorably. Her soft bushy mons looked so tempting, he wished he could shoot the engineer out of hand and free Twelve so he could bury his tongue in her furry mott. He shook his head, banishing the daydream and got back to work. The hyperspace rig's crotch piece hung on the bed, Calvo took it and positioned it between Twelve's slim legs and pushed it up into place. Sparks had fitted the mask over the short spiky haired guard's face. Calvo checked all the tubing quickly and pressed the rig's activation control.

Twelve's head shook in protest as the feeding tube extended from the mask and slid down her throat, making her gag. Another tube wormed it's way from the crotch piece and slid into her tight asshole, making her sphincter clench spasmodically in a futile attempt to block the intrusion. Worst of all was the feel of the rig's catheter insinuating it's way into her uretha. Twelve sobbed with despair, feeling thoroughly violated by the process. The lieutenant's assurances of rescue and retribution seemed hollow to her now. She looked up with tear streaked eyes at the two pirates who had done this awful thing to her. The old one leered at her body joyfully. The eyes of the other one, which were all that could be seen of his bandaged swathed face seemed almost apologetic and appeared to sympathise with her plight.

"Right that's little titties sorted." The tentacled engineer wheezed. "Let's get the next. We ain't got much time, the chief'll sound a five minute warning afore we jump. Any of the bitches not bedded down by then will just 'ave to end up as cabbage."

Calvo and Sparks quickly processed the pair of large breasted clones with the cropped bleached hair and magnificently honed bodies. They were hauling the last but one prisoner from the holding cage when a Klaxon suddenly sounded and a computerised voice echoed throughout the ship.

"HYPERSPACE AUTO-PILOT INITIATED. FIVE MINUTES REMAINING TO HYPERSPACE ACTIVATION."