She has .

Calvo unlocked the cage door and together he and the lieutenant dragged the **** Eighteen into the **** hold. Working quickly they lifted her limp body onto an empty bed and set about strapping her down. Calvo pulled a knife from it's sheath on his belt and cut away the uniform around Eighteen's crotch, baring the comatose guardwoman's lightly furred pussy ready for the fitting of the hyperspace rig.

"HYPERSPACE AUTO-PILOT INITIATED. THREE MINUTES THIRTY SECONDS REMAINING TO HYPERSPACE ACTIVATION"

"I'll finish putting her rig on." Calvo said to the lieutenant. "Start strapping yourself into the next bed."

The coloured woman glanced at Calvo dubiously, but did as she was told. Feverishly she tore her uniform and boots off and leapt onto the bed, spreading her slim brown legs wide and buckling the restraints around her ankles. Calvo had Eighteen's mask in place now and he pushed the crotch piece snugly against the blondes sex ensuring that it was properly aligned and the waste tubes were secure. He flicked the activation control and green lights flicked on, showing the rig was functioning correctly.

By now the lieutenant had secured the straps about her sleek dark thighs and was struggling to fasten the buckle at her neck. Her ample chocolate globes heaved as the seconds ticked by and her tension mounted. Calvo rushed to her side and unceremoniously pulled her arms up, restraining her wrists in place. Hurriedly he fitted the hyperspace rig to the officer's dark shaven snatch and raced around the bed to her head, only to find that the face mask for this bed was missing.

"Godamnit!" Calvo swore, racing along the row of beds to the next unoccupied place to get a replacement.

"HYPERSPACE AUTO-PILOT INITIATED. TWO MINUTES THIRTY SECONDS TO HYPERSPACE ACTIVATION."

Retrieving a new mask from it's holder he ran back and fumbled with fittings, before hearing the satisfying click as the hose connected to the control module. He brought the mask up to the lieutenant's proud face, her brown eyes looking him squarely in the eye.

"Why?" She asked curiously, just before the mask went on and silenced her.

Calvo activated the rig and watched as the lieutenant's face relaxed and her eyes flickered and closed as the knockout gas took effect and put her under.

"Because I'm a smuggler, not a murderer." Calvo said quietly, though he knew the woman could no longer hear him.

Calvo sprinted back to the next room, there was no way he could strap himself into a **** bed and still reach the control panel, but the bio-beds in the cage room would each be fitted with their own rigs. He checked them quickly and found that they were and each had the fittings for both male and female crotch pieces. The control panels though were on a independant system to the ones in the hold and he needed to enter the the jump duration in. Growing increasingly anxious he wrenched open the wall hatch covering the master controls and read the length of time that Sparks had entered in, a little over eight days.

"HYPERSPACE AUTO-PILOT INITIATED NINETY SECONDS TO HYPERSPACE ACTIVATION."

Calvo entered the digits into the bio-beds rig contol and flung off his armour and equipment, Pulling his uniform bottoms down he took up the male crotch piece and squeezed his cock into the rubber tube and hopped onto the bed. He loosely strapped himself down, leaving his wrists free and fastened the mask in place.

"HYPERSPACE ACTIVATION IN TEN SECONDS...NINE...EIGHT."

Calvo hit the activation control and felt the hiss from the mouthpiece as anaestazine gas started to flow, his eyelids became like lead weights and he slumped down into the awaiting darkness.