Yes, she can see them

Joanna turned to see the next squad, lead by Corporal Inez Lopez deploying to her right, and Sergeant Victoria Miran deploying to her left in standard fashion. Ahead was a set of doors, probably leading through the ship’s internal hull.

“Stack up on that door and breach” Joanna ordered. The squad stacked up onto the door, and De Groot attached a charge. There was a boom and the door folded inwards

“Breaching! Breaching!” De Groot yelled, as she and her partner charged into the room beyond, then “Clear!”

“Trailers!” Joanna and another private advanced after De Groot, guns ready. They’d entered a large hallway, painted a rather tasteful shade of cream (and now thoroughly scuffed from the breaching charge) an automatic turret burned down the hall where De Groot had shot it, and several flares burning, laid to defeat any seeker rounds by the assaulting angels.

The walls were decorated with the most shockingly pornographic images Joanna had ever seen. She realised she was blushing under her armour. Pretty much all of them showed women in one or another kind of bondage, sometimes being dominated by other women, sometimes by men, and sometimes by fanciful demons and beasts of myth.

Each submissive wore an expression of utter bliss mixed with pain, and seemed to have been painted very realistically. Joanna wondered if she’d find the models who’d posed for them in the **** pens somewhere on this vast ship.

They moved up to the next doorway, Inez’s team now moving up behind them (Miran having found her own access hatch) and breached it again, into a much larger room, this one covered in various plants, a holographic sky hanging overhead.

Joanna could see several more squads of angels emerging into it. At one end there was a massive video screen, which suddenly flickered on. A muscular, handsome but extremely cruel looking man appeared on it, sitting on a large throne, two women lay to either side of him, licking and kissing his massive manhood.

To her horror, Joanna recognised the pair as the agents sent on board, both women looked very much in love with the slaver, and were almost naked, wearing only collars, corsets, (the blond a white one, her brunette companion a black on) long stockings, cat ears and cat pattern gloves that would prevent them from using their hands.

“Good morning my dear little soldier girls” the slaver spoke “I’m glad you’re here. Though you may have come to capture me, it is you who will be captured” he stroked the blonds hair possessively “and join my collection”

Joanna frowned as the screen cut off. So, this was a trap. But she still had her orders, maybe she could make the overconfident bastard pay for being so arrogant.

She wondered what form the trap would take