We return to the Bitch.

While Domino had been focused on the drone as it stripped the Marine Lieutenant the other Helcions had likewise been preparing the male Marine Sergeant for transport back to the **** ship. The Captain glanced across to where he hung suspended by the magcuffs, her lips curled and she frowned with distaste at the naked man. Turning from the blonde officer Domino prodded the man's flaccid cock with one finger and provoked a bout of struggling against his restraints and a growl of protest.

"Ugh, males. Hardly worth the cost of transport." She sneered disdainfully. "You'll be worth far more once we rid you of that nasty little prick."

"Oh how cute, it's just like a cock only much smaller." Momo had entered the control room and looked with amusement at the captured Sergeant as Domino flicked his limp dick. "The rest of the merchandise is prepped and being moved back onto the bitch Captain."

"Good, good. We're just about finished here and ready to move." Domino answered absently. "These two, I just had a thought that might be interesting and profitable."

"This one, the officer." Domino jerked her head towards the blonde woman. "She is prime meat already, just needs a touch-up. This male will need the full treatment. I was thinking since the blonde Marine slut is grade-A goods we could get a better price if we had a pair."

"Oh, you want me to make twins." Momo was delighted at the notion. "Sure, extracting her DNA and programming the nanos ain't nothing I can't handle. After all, look how nicely our ship's pet turned out."

Momo was of course referring to my own transformation and I felt a stab of annoyance at casually been likened to a pet. The captured Marines were looking back and forth between Domino and Momo and from their shocked and horrified expressions they had deduced the gist of the Helcions conversation and the plans being laid for their future. The man began to struggle again against the grip of the magcuffs holding him.

"Wait, wait," He blurted out in desperation. "I'm young, I'm strong. The Lieutenant, sure just look at her she's built to be a sex ****. Surely you need workers though, I can mine, work in construction whatever you need."

"Oh don't be silly, we have droids and machines for all that." Domino chuckled. "What's the big fuss about losing a dick that a **** would never get to use again anyway. Nobody wants a nasty fleshy cock fucking them when a cybercock is always hard and ready. Cybercocks don't talk back, start whining when you use a different cybercock or sulk if they don't get attention."

"Looks like I'm getting a twin sister." The Lieutenant gave a bitter laugh, staring daggers at her Sergeant after he was so eager to refer to her as a sex ****.

"Can't see why you're so upset." Momo chimed in. "Look at those nice big tits and pretty pink nipples, I bet you used to look sideways at her and wish you could get your hands on them. Soon you'll be able to play with a rack just like that as much as you want."

"Enough dumb chatter from you whiny bitches." Domino cut in, ending the conversation. "Drones, return to the **** holds."

The drones holding the pair of Marines rose up as six crablike legs emerged from the base. The arms that held them secured by magcuffs shifted position, folding back their legs and there was a clink as they locked both cuffed ankles together. The Marines were now suspended a couple of feet from the ground in a kneeling posture with their thighs spreading open as the drones drew their ankles upwards until their heels touched their butts.

As the drones turned and began to scuttle away towards the airlock the Helcions leisurely strolled behind them and I followed.