Back to the ship.

The journey back to the shuttle passed without further attacks. On the way to the **** auction yard they stopped briefly at Doc Kincaid's and Sparks received a carton of hypospray ampoules loaded with nanobots designed to neutralise the guardwomen's contraceptive implants. Sparks held up one of the small glass vials between his thumb and forefinger to show Calvo and Gypsy.

"Can't wait to see those uppity bitches faces when I tells them what these little buggers do." The engineer chuckled. "Reckon a fair few of those 'igh and mighty dykes will be spending the rest of their days as brood mares for some warlord or pirate chief."

Outside in the street, a small crowd had gathered round and were watching a large vidscreen mounted on a wall. On the screen images of guardwomen in action against pirates and slavers were playing. These seemed to be propaganda vids made by the Tau Ceti guard themselves as the guardwomen's warships were shown destroying pirate ships or their ground troops were portrayed heroically defeating slavers. The crowd of pirates and Port Morgan gutter trash muttered angrily, spitting and cursing at the images. Suddenly the view changed and Calvo recognised the holo recordings he and Gypsy had taken in the **** hold earlier. The scene flashed from guard to guard, restrained and helpless. Some, like the captain and lieutenant glaring angrily and struggling and others like Twelve obviously frightened and tearful. A voice over gloatingly advertised the coming auction of the captured women and the motley crowd cheered and whistled in appreciation, shouting out ribald suggestions on the ultimate fate of the guardwomen.

"Looks like our pretty cargo's attacting a bit of interest shipmates." Sparks giggled. "Old Sparks reckoned the chief was off 'is 'ead when 'e said we was going toe to toe with them guards, but we caught those bitches with their pants down good and proper. We're set to make a bloody fortune and no mistake."

They pushed their way through the mob and headed for the auction yard where the fat greasy **** trader greeted them like royalty. He rubbed his sweaty palms together and beamed as he told them that he'd never seen this much interest in a consignment of slaves before. He handed over the prepared ID chips and eagerly asked how soon the slaves would be delivered, having them in the pens he said would bring the crowds flocking.

"You'll 'ave to 'old your 'orses a while." Sparks told the slaver. "The crews gonna 'ave some fun with them sluts first. Give us a night of fucking and you'll 'ave them in the morning."

Their business completed Calvo, Gypsy and Sparks returned to the shuttle and loaded up the supplies that had been delivered. Gypsy piloted them back to the pirate ship where other crew members were waiting to unload and store the goods they'd brought.

" 'Ere you take these." Sparks said, handing the nanites and microchips to Calvo. "You and Gypsy can take care of chipping those cunts and injecting the nanobots. I've got go talk to the chief about a few things. I'll see you in the 'old to check your work when I'm done."

In the **** hold almost half the pirate crew had gathered and were scattered round the room amongst the slaves. Some were simply picking which of the women they wanted for the nights debauch, but others were making the most of their time and abusing the trussed guardwomen. Calvo could see a giant sized pirate with bulging muscles had raised Eighteen's frame and was busy between her spreadeagled thighs, a cock of gigantic proportions was slamming into the blonde and tears were running down her beautiful face. Elsewhere a burly female merc with a shaven head and one eye replaced with an ocular targetting implant was slurping at the guard captain's pussy, the piratess had her pants undone and was energetically frigging herself as she licked and tongued the red headed officer.

"Oh for fucks sake." Gypsy muttered and then bellowed angrily. "Right you scurvy dogs. Anyone not supposed to be working in here can fuck off now. These bitches have to be readied for market. Do you want me to call the chief and tell him I can't do that because you assholes couldn't wait a couple of hours till the party?"

The pirates grumbled and muttered to themselves, but Gypsy's use of the chief as a threat worked and they reluctantly left the **** hold.

"OK Calvo, time to make yourself useful." Gypsy said, once she and Calvo were alone with the slaves. "See if you can get the guard captain to cooperate with us."