Depot Delta by Citrusblood (1 Viewer)

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Reposted from Deadskirts and elsewhere:

"Space pirates didn’t like surprises unless they were the ones springing them. Which is why Claxi, the captain of the pirate cruiser Screwmaiden, was handling the news of her ship’s seizure by Civil Guard authorities with her usual aplomb and poise …

“Fucking Civil Guard bitches think they can fuck with my ship,” fumed Claxi, “then they’re gonna get their fucking asses handed to ‘em!”

Claxi and her crew of space pirate girls were stranded on Orbital Depot Delta, a bustling cargo station over the planet Femina Vulgaris. The Civil Guard had cordoned off her ship while her crew was taking a brief shore leave. It was only a matter of time before the Civvies closed the dragnet on her …

“Don’t let them get near that ship,” Commander Navala ordered her Civil Guard lieutenants. “If they show the tiniest sign of resistance, use all necessary force to neutralize the threat.”

Navala had landed a large force of commandos on Depot Delta in an effort to trap the wily pirate bitch Claxi. Navala could taste the impending victory over a longstanding enemy …

Claxi and her pirate babes decided they weren’t going down without a fight. They watched from the shadows as squads of commandos roamed the corridors, searching for the brigands. The pirates sneered at the Civil Guard girls’ immaculate uniforms: tight, body-hugging silver catsuits, with matching silver elbow-length battle gloves and knee-high silver battle boots …

“Bunch of fucking prima donnas,” spat Claxi. “Know why they wear those silver uniforms? So they can look at their reflections when they’re talking to each other!”

In contrast, her pirate babes were a motley group. Their “uniform” could best be described as “pirate sleazy.” The more skin they showed, the better. The slutty buccaneers wore skimpy bikini tops, midriff-revealing t-shirts, and barely-there miniskirts, shorts, or bikini bottoms. They accessorized accordingly, usually with black “fuck me” boots, gratuitous piercings, and strategically sexy tattoos. And they weren’t “bottle blondes” like most of the Civvies …

Despite all their differences in appearance, the pirates and the Civvies had some things in common: both sides were chock-full of young, attractive, hot-bodied babes …

One hot-bodied squad of Civil Guard girls marched through Section 8A of the depot, searching for the outlaws. They disdainfully ignored the “local yokels” as they went about their business, holding sinister-looking laser pulse guns in their hands. As they passed some food stalls, someone suddenly flung a basket of nuts in their faces. The lead guards recoiled; the diversion distracted them long enough for a group of pirates to jump from their cover and begin shooting with pulse guns of their own …

Tsh-tsh-tsh-tsh-tsh-tsh!

The sibilant, staccato fire of the laser guns echoed off the walls. The Civvies in front didn’t stand a chance: blasts of light raked across their jutting tits before they knew they were being ambushed. The lead girls made banshee squeals as they got knocked off their feet. They did scissor-kicks in midair before thumping onto the ground. Once down, they bounced around on their cute butts and began measuring their life expectancy in seconds …

Startled commandos searched for cover. One of them, a blonde party girl, backed into a fruit stand; she realized she was stuck and exposed. Terror gripped her; death was certain. Lasers pounded her stomach at mid-catsuit; she tilted her head back, eyes closed, screaming to the ceiling beams. More lasers hit her. She jerked madly from the impacts, collapsing onto a display of strawberries. The baskets of berries cascaded on top of her as she slumped to the floor, burying her in red: the color of the blood oozing from her suit …

Civvie commandos scrambled for their lives. A couple of curvy, vivacious blondes got their catsuits ripped open right below the bellybutton and above the pubes. They doubled over in pain, only to get battered by another round of gunfire, this time scorching them across their entire torsos. The girls made ugly grunts and crashed against the corridor walls, their legs splaying apart wide when they came to rest …

“Bitches died ugly,” laughed one of the deadly pirate girls.

But the next set of Civvie bitches died pretty. A trio of attractive, young things sighed and moaned as piercing laser beams nailed them left to right. They slid slowly down the wall, their arms bent over their heads, their eyes scrunched up in pain. They peacefully plopped down together, a cluster of sexy, snuffed babes in silver …

Desperate commando girls fought back. They knew they were getting routed. They were losing the first skirmish. Some bold troops dashed forward in counterattack, only to get instantly mowed down by the pirate girls. They sailed off their feet when the lasers cut into their busty prows and landed with soft thuds. Showing the pirates the soles of their battle boots, the gunshot girls kicked and jerked where they lay, dying in misery …

The few surviving commandos ran in retreat. A petite brunette girl got slashed through the lower back with a laser burst. It shot straight through her bellybutton, sending her pitching forward, tits-down. She sprawled out on the smooth corridor floor, doing a spastic death-squirm in her final moments …

Another retreating Civvie tripped and fell. Helpless and doomed, the girl spun onto her back and tried to return fire. She was met with a volley of laser blasts that penetrated her silver suit right in the crotch. The girl flung out her arms, cast aside her gun, and kicked out her legs. She arched her back and shook violently from the horrific pussy shot. A terminal, moaning cry marked her exit from life …

“Chase them!” shouted one of the pirate girls as the routed Civvies turned the corner. The commandos unwittingly took a wrong turn and found themselves backed into a corner. This would be their last stand … They turned to fight.

The first pirate babes who rounded the corner got drilled with a sweep of lasers. The little tarts shrieked when their sex-kitten bodies got ripped with gunfire. Their guts got scrambled where they stood; nipples received deep, searing wounds. The dusted pirates spun and slid, crumpling on top of one another in a pile of young, nearly naked girl flesh …

More pirates charged ahead to finish the job. The Civvies greased ‘em. Pulse guns sent out lethal rays that bitch-slapped the babes to shreds. A bunch of sultry, sienna-skinned lovelies soaked up gunfire all over their bodies. They clutched their injuries and made pathetic, defeated cries. They skated into one another and tangled up, their long legs locking together, stretching out their booted feet and cooling their heels – permanently.

“Kill them!” a pirate leader cried. “Kill them all!”

Even more outlaws rushed forward. The commando babes fought for their lives, filling the dead-end corridor with laser fire as they shouted angry war cries … The next wave of pirate nymphs got thrashed. The sleazy sluts ran into a wall of opposing fire that wracked their curvy bodies. They barked out hoarse grunts and groans of defeat …

“Fuck, they got me!” one pirate wailed as she grabbed her sizzling belly …
“I’m hit! I’m fuckin’ hit!” another screamed as she cupped her huge, laser-blasted tits …
“I’m fuckin’ dead …” another moaned as she grabbed her zapped groin …

Guns fell from limp hands as the pirate chicks succumbed … Once again they piled atop one another … A sizeable heap of slain pirates now blocked one end of the corridor. A firm ass wriggled here and a leather boot jiggled there, but for the most part, they were a defunct mass of sexy pirate pussy …

The rest of the pirates took advantage of their comrades’ untimely demises, using their corpses as an improvised barricade from which to shoot at the cornered Civvies. They proceeded to pelt the Civvies with gunfire, slapping them around with rapid-fire laser bursts.

A Civvie commando screamed into her radio: “Help us! Somebody, help! We’re all gonna die! We’re all – AAAAAGGHHHH!!!”

The Civvie commando chicks roared with mouths open and eyes shut in agony … Their lithe, hot bodies in skin-tight silver got fucked up badly. Whole bodies shook and jerked in rhythm with the gunfire. Silver catsuits were in tatters; girls were left standing with little more than their boots and gloves on. Blood splattered on the wall behind the laser-riveted girls. They suffered through several seconds of brutal laser lashing at the hands of the outlaw chicks before finally crumpling to the floor. Their dead bodies smoldered with wide-eyed stares of shock and revulsion … The beautiful, young Good Girls had all gotten themselves killed …

The Screwmaiden Bad Girls rejoiced as the last Civvie kicked off. The first battle had been won, but at a price. The pirates shook their heads at the tall pile of their dead sisters, dismayed by the sheer destruction.

“Shit, this sucks,” one pirate bimbo said in a moment of clarity.

“Don’t worry,” said another philosophical pirate wench, “We’ll get revenge for this!”

The shootout at Depot Delta was under way …

 

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Claxi’s pirate chicks were a horny bunch of sluts right from the start, but they made matters worse by taking a drug known as “sex nova.” The little pills made the user hypersensitive to all sensory signals, and acted as an aphrodisiac without equal. The Screwmaiden crew were so hyped up on sex nova that they could barely contain their lust. A band of pirate girls amped on the drug was hiding in Section 9D of the depot, waiting for a squad of Civvies to stumble down their path. They worked off their nervous excitement by quietly slipping their fingers down into their g-strings and jerking themselves silly …

As the dirty tramps fucked themselves senseless, a team of silver catsuits forged down the long passageway. As their boots clicked along, the Civvies apparently couldn’t hear the soft moans emanating from the corners of the corridor – which is why they were stunned when a horde of horny pirate bitches flew at them with laser guns blazing in one hand, fingers rubbing clits in the other …

The lead girls were wiped out in a split second. Self-stimulating pirates went berserk, slashing the commando babes with lasers that burned into their bellies and boobs. The girls in front got snuffed before they could realize what the pirates were doing to themselves …

Civvies confronted the hand-whacking babes, firing into their ranks with abandon. Careless, strung-out pirates got wasted … Deadly laser hits gored them straight through the midpoint of their tits. They died instantly on their feet with their fingers shoved down their bottoms, some dying in the middle of juicy orgasms … Their bodies arched and bucked wildly on the floor, both from the violence of their deaths and the ecstasy of their final pussy-fingering …

Undeterred, more pirate babes with damp thongs jumped up and joined the fight. They squeezed the triggers of their laser guns as well as the other triggers under their hoods … Panting in a constant state of arousal, the sexy pirate chicks were fearless in their elimination of stuck-up Civvie bitches … The pirates blasted them dead left and right … Taking erotic delight in the way the silver babes sparked and smoked when their bodies got hit … Taking sadistic pleasure in the way the commandos’ supple frames writhed and thrashed in the face of withering gunfire …Getting turned on by the gyrating death dives and mournful moans of their enemies … This is why they sought a career in space piracy!

The corridor rippled with light beams … Telltale whooshes marked the firing of a multitude of weapons. Brazen pirates stormed into the corridor as bewildered commandos rocked back on their boot heels. Death was dealt out all around: a haughty Civvie diva took a couple jolts right in her erect nipples and dropped her jaw in indignation and suffering … A blonde bimbo in silver got her tight little abs drilled with hot light – she grabbed her belly and screamed, but only long enough to get whacked with another burst into her heart … Two raven-haired Amazonian commandos felt their breasts explode with fiery pain; they grimaced together and clasped their hands across their fucked-up tits before finally toppling, twitching, and dying …

Bunches of pirates bit the dust, too. A pigtailed pirate in a red bandana got smacked in the snatch with pulse gunshots. Just a second before she’d stroked herself to heaven; now she was going straight to hell with a deathblow to the cunt. A red-haired Screwmaiden chick dashed into the line of fire and got blown off her feet with a center mass shot. Shouting out one, last profanity, her legs kicked and her arms flailed as she lingered somewhere between orgasm and death … finally opting for death, of course …

When the pirates made a final, full-frontal charge on the Civvies, the corridor glowed from the intense, furious gun battle. At close range the two sides brutalized each other, young girls wiping out each other and getting wiped out at the same time. The walls splashed with crimson as the killing took on a nasty edge … Moans, groans, grunts, and cries reverberated throughout … Beautiful babes snuffed each other without mercy, pumping gun blasts into each other’s bellies from just feet apart. They shrieked girlishly as they died on their feet in the shootout, killing even as they went down in defeat, some staining their panties with their pussy juice as they climaxed and kicked off at the same time …

A wall of dead pirates formed as girls tumbled onto their backs … The dead girls in skirts flashed the enemy with their soaked thongs … On the other side, a row of silver boots kicked into the air, legs trembling and bodies writhing … The corridor was filled with a mass of dead females as their twitching and quivering ceased. The smoldering corpses outnumbered the living: all the Good Girls were dead, and only four Bad Girls had survived. They breathed a sigh of relief … Then, just for kicks, they shot up some of the dead Civvies, getting off watching their bodies jump and jerk …

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A small team of Civil Guard girls milled around a lonely intersection of two corridors inside Depot Delta. They looked bored and beautiful, like Civs always do …

“Why did Sergeant order us to take position here?” whined one girl with an untamed mane of wavy brown hair. “This place is a tactical nightmare to guard! We’re sitting ducks in the middle of these two corridors.”

Another silver-suited babe checked her laser rifle and snorted. “Psh! Sergeant doesn’t know what she’s doing.”

“Stop bitching,” snapped another Civ girl. “Let’s just keep an eye open for trouble. There are gunfights erupting all over this damn place.”

No sooner had she said the words when a flash of gunfire ripped through the corridor.

“OH!” squeaked a petite Civ babe. “They got me!” She dropped her gun and grabbed the hole in her belly, sinking to her knees. Gasping for air, she was hit by another burst of shots that spanked across her tits. The soldier fell onto her back and stared blankly at the ceiling, taking her last breaths with a shocked look on her face.

“Enemy down this hallway!” cried one of the Civs as she turned to face the raging laser fire coming from a band of outlaw chicks racing at them down one corridor. The Civ planted her feet and got ready to shoot, but the pirate babes wasted her with about 20 shots all across her torso. The Civvie screamed as she got racked up, shaking mightily where she stood her ground. Just before she collapsed in a bloody heap, the laser beams tore through her and pelted another commando behind her. That girl let out a despairing “Ahhh!” as her silver uniform got slashed apart with the lasers tearing through the first woman. She stumbled backwards and tripped over the dead petite girl, landing halfway across her body and joining her in death …

The pirates charged at the Civs. The commando with the untamed hair tried to fire into their midst, but a shot clipped her arm and she dropped to the floor. Down on one knee, she tried to get back on her feet, but another blast hit her curvy hip and sent her reeling. She sprawled out on the ground, badly wounded. She made a desperate attempt to call for reinforcements …

“HELP! We need reinforcements NOW!”

“Ugghhh!” Another commando was drilled with gunshots. She doubled up as blood spilled from her stomach. “I … ah … oh, shit …” She muttered and cursed as she waited to get shot again. The second shot was followed immediately by a third and a fourth … and more. Full automatic fire shot the chick full of holes. She jangled and flailed around, moaning a guttural groan of despair. The pirates had target practice on her. She kept getting shot even after she fell onto the ground and had clearly already bitten the dust …

As the pirates closed in, the last Civvie standing screamed at her enemy: “DON’T SHOOT ME!!!” But the pirate girls didn’t really hear her over the whine of their laser guns, and so they riddled her with bolts of hot energy. The Civvie’s locks of blonde-streaked hair shook around like someone shaking a mop. She bounced off the corridor walls and jerked spastically from all the hits. The girl crashed against the wall and slid down it, struggling to live for just another second more … But she had no life left. She opened her mouth, as if to say something, then her head drooped to one side. She made a final kick of her legs, then stopped moving entirely.

The whole shootout lasted only about 20 seconds, even though it seemed a lot longer to those involved. The Screwmaiden crewmembers advanced on their victims. Six Civvies were sprawled out in the middle of the corridor; one of them was still moving. The sexy pirate babes surrounded the wounded woman with untamed wavy hair, inspecting her wounds.

“Just a nick on the arm and one on the hip,” sneered a pirate in a red bikini top and matching g-string bikini bottoms. “You should be able to stand up and fight with wounds as small as that!”

In reality, the wavy-haired Civ girl was pretty badly injured. She panted breathlessly as she tried to drag her body away from the bandits. The pirates watched her pathetic attempts and laughed.

“See?” said a pirate wearing tight jeans and a slinky halter top. “These Civ bitches can’t fight worth shit. All they’re good for is looking pretty and posing with their guns!”

The pirate in the red bikini snickered. “Well, we won’t shoot an unarmed woman. So why don’t you go drag your pretty little ass over to that gun and give yourself a fighting chance?”

The surviving commando wondered where those reinforcements were. She tried to crawl forward and reach her weapon. It was just a few centimeters from her fingertips now … She extended her arm, listening to the jeers and taunts of the pirates surrounding her. When she knew she could grab the gun, she waited for a moment to collect herself. There were at least a dozen pirates standing over her; she was never going to be able to shoot them all. If she was lucky, she might be able to take down one or two before getting killed. She took a deep breath … Then, as quickly as she could, she reached forward and grabbed her laser gun. She rolled from her stomach and onto her back, lifting up the gun and taking aim at the first pirate bitch she saw … She pulled the trigger …

Tsh!

“Huhhh!?”

The girl in the jeans and halter top got shot right in the center of her chest. She rocked back and fell clumsily, falling right out of her stiletto heels. Her bare toes twitched rapidly in the throes of death … She must’ve been regretting that remark about Civ bitches not being able to fight …

The rest of the pirate girls opened up on the prone Civ girl …

Tyoo-tyoo-tyoo!!

They blanketed her with gunshots. The wavy-haired woman thrashed and kicked as she lay on her back, taking hit after hit. She threw her arms out, gritted her teeth, and closed her eyes tightly as she wallowed in miserable agony … Her silver catsuit was covered with burn marks from her crotch to her shoulders. When the shooting stopped, she lay spread out and savagely killed …

The red bikini pirate kicked the dead Civvie with her foot to drive home the point. Then she turned around and looked at their dead comrade, the only casualty their team had suffered so far.

“Tough luck for Hallie,” said the bikini pirate. “Guess we weren’t quick enough on the draw.”

“What should we do about her?” asked another pirate.

“Well, I don’t know what to do with her body,” said the red bikini babe, “But I’m definitely taking those shoes! I’d hate to see those sexy stilettos go to waste. I’d take her jeans, too, if they were the right size.”

“Too bad her halter top has a huge laser burn on it,” sighed another greedy vulture girl.

“Hey,” said one of the Screwmaiden girls, “I’ve got a funny feeling about this place. Why would six Civvies be standing around in the middle of nowhere like that?”

They froze and listened. A sound like the opening of doors echoed in the empty corridors …

“It’s a trap!” shrieked the red bikini pirate. “They tricked us with a decoy squad!”

The pirates dropped into defensive positions right as two side doors down the corridors opened up. Floods of silver-suited Civvie commandos began to spill out of the doorways, outnumbering the outlaw girls heavily …

The pirate in the red bikini hunkered down and took aim at the first commandos storming the corridor. As soon as the fresh-faced fair maidens of Civil Guard Squad 88 stepped foot into the corridor, the sleazy pirate squeezed off a laser volley right at ‘em. Four cute, young Civ chicks were dead before they hit the ground … They withered like dainty flowers under the savage gunfire of the bikini pirate. The pirate girl took delight in watching the four stuck-up girls getting violently cut down … There was something sexy in the suddenness, the unexpectedness of the whole thing … Just like that, and four pretty pieces of ass were nothing but dead meat …

The red bikini girl’s triumph was short-lived, because the Civ commandos raked her tanned frame with scorching gunfire …

“AH! Fuck ME!!!” screeched the pirate babe as the painful blasts struck her all over. She lost her footing underneath her and spun onto her back. She grabbed the searing holes in her big tits and moaned dejectedly at her fate. “Shit, I’m gonna die!” Her long legs kicked languidly, scuffing the floor with her well-worn brown cowgirl boots. The girl in the red bikini choked and seized up, arching her back so that her tits in their red bikini top thrust up toward the sky. Her eyes opened wide in amazement … Then she sank back to the floor and fell limp, listless, and dead …

A pirate chick in a white tube top and cutoff shorts lurched when a laser hit her in the throat. There was a crimson splash behind her as the shot tore through her carotid artery. She grabbed her throat with both hands, clutching tightly as she spilled onto the hallway and writhed her way into oblivion …

Another Screwmaiden girl in a leather miniskirt wailed loudly as gunfire zapped her exposed bellybutton. She swooned orgasmically, buckling as her strength ebbed from her. Even though she was tumbling to her death, she managed to raise her gun one last time and squeeze off a round at the approaching Civvies. A nubile blonde commando took the hit in her left tit; she groaned indignantly and clutched the burning wound. Both girls – pirate and Civ – collapsed simultaneously, their boots clicking on the smooth floor for a little bit as they squirmed away the final seconds of life …

The pirate wenches were surrounded on two sides, with squads of Civvies storming both corridors. The trashy Screwmaiden girls put up a fight, but they were completely outgunned. They died in spectacular blazes of gunfire, their tempting bodies obliterated by lasers. They went down quickly, with much screaming and shouting of obscenities, dying in terrible fits and spasms of flying limbs and facial contortions. It didn’t take long for the Civs to eliminate them; the pirates sank to the floor together, twisted up in ungainly poses – legs spread, miniskirts unzipped, thong underwear showing, bras torn off – lying dead in the corridor … brutally defeated, but positively sexy even in death …

The Civs shot and killed the last pirate girl trying to get back on her feet – she lurched and her camisole top rode up, exposing her breasts. She fell on top of another dead pirate, her nipples still erect from the thrill of battle. Her smoking corpse flinched in a dying reflex, but the threat was gone – the Good Girls had won the fight.

The silver-suited ladies checked for signs of life, roughly kicking the dead brigands with their shiny boots. Not one moved; a dozen young pirate women lay dead around the six Civvies they’d killed a minute before. The whole corridor smelled of burnt plastic and flesh …

“Call Navala and tell her we’ve killed 12 combatants,” the platoon’s Sergeant said to her signalwoman. “Fucking bitches got their asses kicked.”

The Sergeant leaned over and inspected a tattoo on one of the dead pirates. It was a skull and crossbones mark on her upper arm with the inscription “Kill ‘em all – let God sort ‘em out.” The Sergeant laughed and wondered where this dead chick was getting “sorted” right now … She stood up and saw several members of her platoon staring at the dead bodies of the six girls in the decoy squad. The Sergeant knew what her girls were thinking …

“It could’ve been you,” said the Sergeant. “I could’ve sent any one of you down here to pose as the decoy team. It meant certain death. But those are the tough choices we have to make in wars like this. Every one of us is disposable – we’re all ready to die for our cause. If you don’t feel that way, then you shouldn’t be wearing that uniform.”

“But ma’am,” one of the commandos spoke up, “We lost 11 girls, they lost 12 … It’s almost a complete wash.”

“Nonsense!” snapped the Sergeant. “There are more of us than there are of them. Even if it takes ten of us to kill just one of them, we’re still going to win. Now let’s move before they find out what we’ve done to their trashy friends.”

 

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Commander Navala received battle reports from her platoons. She wasn’t pleased that a couple of her platoons weren’t reporting at all. She was especially displeased when she learned the reason why they weren’t reporting: every girl in those platoons was dead!

“What the hell is going on?” she shouted. “I thought we had a strategy to win this battle.”

One of Navala’s Captains shook her head. “We’re going to need more troops. Claxi has a very good crew; they know how to get down and dirty in a firefight.”

“They don’t have the training and equipment that we do,” said Navala. “It shouldn’t be this hard.”

“I can call more squadrons to Depot Delta if you want,” said the Captain.

“Not yet,” said Navala. “I want to crush that Claxi bitch with what we’ve got. We outnumber them at least three to one. We’ll clean this station and wipe away the pirate scum before the end of the day.”

Claxi received the news that her pirate crew had taken heavy losses, but that they’d managed to wipe out a couple of Civvie platoons. She was so happy, she popped another pill of sex nova. Immediately she began to run her fingers down her skirt …

“I may be a fucking drug addict,” said Claxi, “but at least my girls know how to fight! We’re not going down that easily. Here, Miranza and Brijena! Are you wasted on nova? You hear me? Come here; I want to discuss the plan with you. I want you to lead an attack on the Civvies’ cruiser. Understand?”

The two women were stunned. “You want us to do WHAT?”

“You heard me,” said Claxi. “Go for their ship. Try to blast your way inside and cause havoc. They’ll never expect a frontal attack. They think we’re on the run, but we’ll take the fight straight to their doorstep, catch them with their panties down!”

“You’re insane,” said Miranza. “You’re stoned! We’ll all get killed.”

“There’s a good chance that’s going to happen whatever we do,” said Claxi. “These sluts don’t take prisoners anymore. You know that; it’s total war against us pirates. So I want us to surprise them by attacking their ship in the docking bay. I’ll come, too. I want to get in there and kill that Commander Navala with my own hands. I was hoping to meet her again. She’s been a thorn in my side for too long. So gather up some girls and let’s do this.”

“What’ll the rest of us do?” asked another girl.

“Lead them on wild goose chases around the station,” said Claxi. “Draw them away from the docking bay as far as possible. If I’m right, they’ll send the bulk of their forces against you and leave a minimal protection perimeter around their ship. So take off those high heels and get your running shoes on, girl – you’re going to need to run fast to keep them off your ass!”

“She’s crazy,” said Miranza. “This will never work. The Civs never make a mistake as stupid as that.”

“They might,” said Brijena, warming to Claxi’s strategy. “I’ve seen them do stupider things before.”

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Over in Section 5F of the space station, Siraxa was eyeing Melisande with longing. Both pirate girls had taken enough nova to fuel their sex drives to the next galaxy. At the moment they had little else to do but flirt with one another; Claxi had sent their squad to the far end of the depot to act as a lure for the main body of the Civil Guard forces. The women could only wait to see if the “sluts in silver” took the bait. And so Siraxa warmed up to the idea of seducing the sweet-faced Melisande.

Melisande was a blonde tart, a cute-as-buttons spitfire of a pirate wench. She stood in stark contrast to the taller, darker-skinned Siraxa, a curvaceous, fiery-eyed girl. Both women were dressed in almost-nothing tops and miniskirts that barely covered the pert arc of their butts. Melisande jumped to her feet and tugged down on her gray herringbone miniskirt and danced away playfully in her go-go boots. Siraxa rose and chased her around the corner. The rest of the pirate squad impassively played a card game and didn’t mind the two would-be lovers.

Siraxa rounded the bend and saw Melisande shamelessly unbuttoning her blouse. The dark-skinned pirate slammed into her and backed her into the wall.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you since we left port in Garibinnia,” sighed Siraxa into the blonde’s ear. “You’ve got the sweetest little ass of any chick on that ship.”

“And you’ve got the sexiest body of the lot,” said Melisande. “Get in my cunt right now and screw me!”

The two bitches-in-heat groped at each other. Siraxa slid her hand under Melisande’s gray miniskirt, slipping her fingers under her lacy thong and finding a wet and waiting set of pussy lips. Melisande’s hands ranged over Siraxa’s hard nipples, pinching them underneath her tube top. The young women lost themselves in passion, moaning as they felt their bodies melt into each other. Finally, Melisande moved in for the most intimate touch of all: she parted her glossy pink-painted lips slightly, closed her eyes, and searched for Siraxa’s warm breath. The pirate girls’ lips met, and suddenly their tongues were caressing each other. Siraxa wiggled her fingertips against Melisande’s throbbing clit, and the blonde gasped in delight. Her whole body shivered in Siraxa’s grip, approaching a warm climax. Her tongue quivered inside Siraxa’s mouth in tense anticipation of the coming explosion …

Siraxa opened her eyes to peek at the exquisite facial expressions made by Melisande on the verge of orgasm. As she did, she saw a glint of silver clothing down the main corridor – it was the Civvies! Siraxa pried herself from her sex partner, grabbing Melisande roughly by the shoulders. The mid-orgasm blonde had a confused, expectant look on her face. Siraxa shoved Melisande to arm’s length and positioned the pirate girl directly between her and the oncoming Civs. There were some shouts, and then the lasers flew. The first shot hit Melisande right between the shoulder blades. It was followed by two more, each one striking her in the back and nearly exiting through her bare chest. The shots lit up the inside of her tits like a glowing wood ember in a fire. Melisande rattled where she stood, with a shocked expression that said “How could you do this to me?” Large, glowing bursts lit up Melisande’s bare midriff and chest as more lasers pounded her in the back. Siraxa had used her lover as a human shield to full effect: the blonde was killed in mid-orgasm, but had protected Siraxa perfectly. Melisande pitched forward, a wasted mess of a woman. If the Civvies were a little closer, they would’ve seen right up her miniskirt her thong and the pussy juice she’d just poured into it…

Siraxa seemed vaguely pleased that she’d used Melisande’s body so effectively. With a faint smirk on her lips, the tall, dark beauty drew her sidearm laser from a low-slung thigh holster and snapped up her wrist at the Civs. She was a crack shot, and there were two haughty commandos in her line of fire that were about to learn just how deadly she could be with a gun …

Tsh! Tsh!

A couple of quick zaps from Siraxa’s pistol leveled a busty, silver-clad sexpot. The perfect girl made some very imperfect, piggish grunts upon getting holes drilled in her boobs and tummy. She rolled around with the gloomy expression of an angry teenager, as if she was pissed off that such a dirty-looking whore had beaten her …

Tsh! Tsh!

A second commando felt the fury of Siraxa’s gun. Her nipples sparked with fire as the hot rays sizzled one on each tit. She jumped with a high-pitched squeal, placing her silver-gloved hands on the ruins of her twin prized possessions. The commando flopped onto her stomach and thought of all the cute outfits she would never wear again, because she was about to kick off into eternity … lost forever …

The mass of Civvies rushed past their dead colleagues and fired away at cool Siraxa. Siraxa was doomed now, and she knew it. The commandos blasted her apart with dozens of gunshots. Her smooth, dark skin splattered with blood on each impact of a laser. She made a growling cry of anguish as the commandos drilled her sexy figure. Siraxa sizzled and fried in her boots, staggering backwards until she toppled onto her back. Her devastated body sprawled out on the pathway, twitching madly in the jaws of death. The commandos trampled over the dead lovers and left their smoldering bodies behind as they headed for the next gunfight.

When the commando girls turned the corner, the pirate squad was no longer apathetically playing cards. Instead, they’d hastily taken up defensive positions upon hearing the shootout that killed Melisande and Siraxa. So when a golden-skinned, beach-loving Civ hottie rounded the next bend in the corridor, she found herself face-to-face with a battery of angry-looking pirate bitches armed with automatic weapons. She remembered the joke they used to make in tactical training classes about “not letting yourself become a dead piece of pussy.” When she saw all those guns aimed at her, she knew she was exactly that!

I’m fucked, Beach Girl muttered to herself right as her vision erupted with white flashes of brilliance. She undulated and shuddered as laser bolts shot straight through her tight little body at close range. Fine sprays of her blood were left on the wall beside her as the pirates punished the little sun worshipper. She slumped into a dead heap and snuffed it with her tongue hanging slightly out of her mouth and her eyes staring upwards.

Several other new recruits made the same mistake as Beach Girl, running a little too quickly around the corner and stepping right into a deathtrap. The fresh-faced rookies filled the air with gruesome shrieks as the pirates filled their bodies with holes. A knot of young, attractive commando babes died in a fiery maelstrom, their guns clattering to the floor along with their perforated corpses. A simple blunder had cost them their lives.

The trailing Civvies didn’t make the same mistake; they took up positions and tried to fight their way around the corner, shooting into the barricaded squad of Screwmaiden warriors. Gunfire glanced off overturned tables and benches, ricocheted off walls and floors … The whole scene was a hellish pit of turmoil.

Amid the chaos, young women died – horribly. A bandit babe who looked as if she didn’t have time to change out of her exercise gear when the fighting started was scorched across her orange spandex sports bra. She flailed and tipped, falling head over heels. Her feet, still in trainers, went airborne, and then her legs smacked down to the floor. Her body gave out quickly and she died with one knee cocked in the air.

A drug-crazed outlaw whose skin was scrawled with sexually explicit tattoos leaned a little too far from her metal barricade. A Civ laser beam darted into her chest, piercing her heart and killing her without pause. She dropped onto her side away from the barricade, still clutching her laser gun in one hand and still reaching down her skirt with the other hand. As a pool of blood began to ooze underneath her and her life ebbed away, a faint smile crossed her lips … Her orgasm had peaked just a second before she was shot dead.

Several more scantily clad pirate skanks got blown away in the next seconds of fighting. A tawny-haired chick in a leather corset and a jewelry-laden babe in thigh-high boots were mowed down by a rapid burst of fire from the Good Girls. A bandit in a black bandana and large hoop earrings stood up and got shot out of her shoes. Two more girls hyped up on sex nova let out a cry and jumped up shooting, one hand on guns, and another hand on pulsating pussies. The Civs wasted the horny chicks with a sweep of gunfire that knocked them around and made them moan with sounds of climax and bitter defeat. Bad Girls in black boots were getting shot and dying in droves; they shook and sputtered and spat, snuffing out even as they buzzed with the orgasmic sensations of their intoxicated state. They clearly died in agony, but tinged with violent flashes of ecstasy as well …

There was a thunderous crescendo of gunfire as the Civs rubbed out the remaining pirate girls. The bloodbath ended when a trio of sultry outlaws was ravaged by an onslaught of lasers. Their depraved, young, sex-crazed lives came to a crashing end in jets of blood and tongues of fire; their curvy, built-for-sex bodies soaked up death rays from tits to toes. The three girls’ faces screwed up in grimaces of scrunched noses, clenched teeth, and shut eyes. Their feminine groans accompanied the sound of their bodies thudding on the floor. They made minimal movements after collapsing, with only a few, desperate stretches of arms and legs before they perished.

The Civ girls breathed a sigh of relief when the last enemy fell dead. They spread out through the battle zone and checked for survivors, but not one was left standing. The place was littered with the motionless shapes of young women killed in the firefight. The pirates lay among the scattered playing cards, as if a terrible saloon shootout had just happened. Many of the women had their eyes closed, as if slumbering in sweet, dreamy repose. Others were so badly twisted and damaged, their eyes were stuck wide open in expressions of horror.

“Call somebody to clean up this mess,” said the Civvie Sergeant. “For now, just gather ‘em up and stack ‘em over there against the wall.”

The dead pirates were unceremoniously tossed on top of each other, forming a tall pile of corpses. The commandos didn’t hide their disdain for the task, turning up their noses in disgust at their “filthy slut” (as they called them) adversaries. Of course, that didn’t stop them from stealing jewelry and other items off their dead bodies … tokens of victory that the well-paid bitches didn’t need, but gladly pilfered as the spoils of war.

 

[Drizzt78]

In Section 5A, a couple of local police were guarding a checkpoint that led to crew quarters. They knew a raging battle was taking place inside Depot Delta, but most of the action had been far away on the other end of the space station. The cops listened closely to their communications center for advisories on the latest pirate sightings …

“Sounds like there’s still fighting going on near the docking bay,” said one of the cops as she checked the handheld computer attached to her belt. “I wonder when the Civil Guard will get this under control? This is getting ridiculous!”

“No kidding,” said the other cop. “I had a date with my girlfriend tonight; looks like we’ll have to cancel it and stay indoors.”

The other cop smiled at her partner. “There are worse things than being locked indoors all night with your girlfriend!”

The young women giggled and looked around the empty antechamber that adjoined the residential section. It was cold and quiet in the room, and they felt a little chilled in their short, indigo miniskirts and midriff-baring tops. There were simulated seasons on Depot Delta, and it was about autumn – time to put away the summer uniforms. The cops started discussing their next rotation, back home on Femina Vulgaris and away from the lonely cargo depot, when the sound of footsteps surprised them. A large group of pirates entered the antechamber, strutting cockily like the bad-ass bitches they were …

The cops gasped and reached for their guns. In the rush of adrenaline that comes from knowing that one is either about to kill or be killed, the cops fired but missed the pirates badly. The pirates – calm under pressure and battle-tested – nonchalantly aimed their laser pulse guns at the two, young cops and fired back.

Tsh-tsh-tsh-tsh!!!

“Yaaahhh!” cried one policewoman as a string of laser beams tore into her guts. She looked down at the blood-soaked skin of her slender waist, panting and breathing heavily from the trauma. Her knees buckled and she dove to the ground. The second officer reeled when gunshots ripped her chest. She sank next to her partner and moaned in despair.

The pirate chicks calmly walked up to the dying cops and sneered at them. They didn’t have the patience to let them die slowly, so they leveled their guns at the helpless girls and fired again. It was pure overkill – the cops bucked and jiggled, their uniform tops searing and breaking apart as lasers burned away the material and exposed their bouncing jugs of flesh. The dead cops splashed in puddles of their own blood as the pirates laughed at their grisly deaths.

“Now THAT turns me on!” moaned one of the pirates lustily. “Seeing them get killed like that … Mmmmm …” She bit her lip and adjusted the crotch of her tight leather pants to feel the warm, tingling sensation in her pussy.

“Let’s go inside the residential block,” said the squad leader. “They’ll send lots of troops after us if they find out we’re inside, and that’s what Claxi wants us to do – distract them! C’mon!”

The Screwmaiden murderesses entered the main corridor to the space station residential apartments. They were ready and willing to shoot any innocent bystanders that stumbled in their way, but because it was getting late, they didn’t see anyone. This disappointed a few of the pirate girls who had taken new doses of nova; they were looking forward to the thrill of gunning down women for no reason at all except that it gave them incredible orgasms.

The pirates entered a large door off the main hallway and found themselves in a brightly lit room full of grass and trees. It was the space station’s park; it had an artificial sky for a ceiling, with simulated sunlight illuminating the large area.

“Nice fake park,” said one of the pirates. “Maybe we should take a rest here.”

The outlaw women planted themselves under the trees and lay down on the soft, green grass. Some of them unbuttoned and unfastened their tops to get some ultraviolet radiation on their boobs for the purpose of perfecting their tans. They were settling in comfortably when the doors to the park swung open.

“Civs! Watch out!”

Tyoo-tyoo-tyoo!

The silver chicks burst into the park and opened fire at the resting pirates. A sunbathing sweetheart rose on her elbows, only to get nailed in her tanned tits by a Civvie. She snapped backwards in a plume of smoke with her legs and arms jutting out at wide angles. The pirate arched her back and thrust her boobs skyward, then fell deathly still on the grass.

Another pirate in matching black vinyl hotpants and top leapt to her feet. She raised her gun right as the attacking Civvies aimed for her supple body and unleashed a vicious volley of fire. The shots blasted the slutty girl all over her bare skin and shiny vinyl. One laser penetrated the crotch of her hotpants and did major damage to her love-muffin. The tramp was flung off her feet with much screaming and yelling; her shiny stiletto boots flew into the air as she dropped onto her shoulders. She made wild death spasms like a woman possessed by demons.

Most of the pirates bolted for cover, but a few, foolish souls stood their ground to try to repulse the Civvie attack. A tempestuous young pirate with black-as-night hair leaned around a tree trunk and took potshots at the silver Civs. A bunch of fake-blonde, fake-boob commando bimbos rushed into the park and the path of gunfire. Their artificially enlarged busts were punched full of deep holes, causing the bimbos to make feminine squeaks, squeals, and squawks. The dark-haired pirate smiled in satisfaction as she watched the handful of silver sluts eat the grass and die miserably. She reached under her miniskirt to massage her throbbing cunt; that was when a vengeful Civ scored some hits across the pirate’s ribs. Her dark hair waved around wildly as she jerked in rhythm to the shooting; her body-shaking caused her fingers to slap roughly against her wet slit, giving her an intense, final sexual thrill. The pirate left splotches of her blood on the tree trunk as she collapsed with a moan and a sigh …

A Civ commando who looked much like one of those ice princesses in school who said ‘no’ to every invitation to a date jumped from her place of cover and began to chase the fleeing pirates. Out of nowhere a laser beam slashed into her chest and knocked her down. She made an unseemly grunt that sounded like “Glrgghh!” followed by some spitting of blood. The ice princess rolled over and gazed at the false sky as her vision faded and things went dark. A very pretty Civ brunette who looked like one of the “popular girls” from school raced forward into the open, not realizing the lingering danger. Another mysterious laser found its mark, and the pretty brunette yelped when the shot tore through her silver catsuit around the bellybutton. Her perfect, hourglass figure twisted from the searing pain. She staggered dumbly for a second or two, clutching her injured belly, when another shot slammed into her proud cleavage. She face-planted into the grass, squirming and stretching in her tight uniform. Her sweet curves seemed to ache for the release of death as she choked and wheezed. The toes of her shiny boots dug little furrows in the grass as she tried in vain to pull herself forward. The brunette babe snuffed out with a silent death stare as her fellow commandos searched for the source of the gunfire …

They located the shooter: a pirate girl perched on a large tree limb, acting as a sniper. She straddled the heavy branch with her legs wrapped tightly around it; it looked as if she might have been grinding her hips against the branch to pleasure herself as she killed the Civvies. She did not have long to live, and she knew it. She banged and rutted her cunt faster now that the Civs discovered her location. Her time was short; she had to cum quickly or never again … She took aim again, but this time …

Tsh – CRACK!

A single gunshot from one of the Civ forces hit the sniper’s tree branch and tore right through it, tearing into the stomach of the pirate. She lurched and yelled angrily, dropping her rifle and squirming on the branch. Another Civ laser plowed through the branch and hit the sniper girl in the chest. She lifted her head and moaned – no one knew if it was from pain or pleasure – then fell with a hollow thump against the bough. Her arms and her boot-clad legs drooped and hung from the branch she straddled – she was finished.

Now the commandos could advance with impunity. They streamed into the lush foliage of the park, heading toward the entrenching enemy.

A group of eight commandos climbed over a small hill and unexpectedly found themselves just a few meters away from a gang of seven pirate girls. The two sides were stunned to run into each other so suddenly; with shocked and terrified looks, the young women opened fire on each other. A furious point-blank gunfight lit up the small hill: at the base of the hill, the pirate chicks jerked and thrashed as they got slaughtered, and at the top of the hill, the Civvies were similarly getting massacred. The pirates fell in blood-drenched defeat, dying in the dirt before they could finish masturbating – earning their “filthy slut” moniker for sure. The Civ commandos got blasted off their high place in a fine mist of blood; the eight girls tumbled down the grassy slope, rolling until their shot-up bodies collided with the dead pirates at the bottom. Smoke and dust floated in the air over the delicate forms of fifteen young women cut down in the prime of their lives. Somehow they’d all managed to kill each other so that no one was left standing!

The pirates pulled back to the farthest walls of the park; they had nowhere left to run, and so they were forced to turn and face their attackers. They climbed up trees and hid themselves behind any vegetation that seemed thick enough to conceal their positions. The Civs inched closer, turning their heads to and fro to scan for pirates. Knowing that the Civil Guard commandos were not as adept at hand-to-hand combat, the pirates hoped to draw them as close as possible before staging a counterattack. They waited to see the whites of their eyes …

When the Civs neared the overgrown wooded place where the pirates hid, they realized that they were at a tactical disadvantage. They were not trained or equipped for the kind of close-quarters fighting that the pirates liked to employ against their hated foes. The young commandos of the battalion began to sweat nervously as they crept through the plants and trees …

A pair of anxious commando girls stepped gingerly over the dry branches and leaves that had fallen to the ground in mock “autumn.” Their shoulders were hunched, their rifles tightly gripped, and their knees bent in tactical posture. Just then two pirates leapt from the bushes and grabbed the commandos from behind, swiftly drawing their sharp daggers and slitting the commando’s throats. The two women gurgled as their blood sprayed from the terrible wounds, but they made almost no sound – the pirates had killed them quietly and efficiently. Red flowed down the shiny silver catsuits of the two commandos. Their bodies softly crumpled onto the dead leaves, and they only writhed for a few seconds before they were gone …

Another commando pushed her way through a dense thicket. As she stepped through the branches onto the other side, a sharp, stabbing pain shot through her abdomen. She looked down to see that a pirate girl had speared her in the belly with a zakin, the short, sword-like spear that many pirates carried. The commando looked up at the girl who’d run her through: the alluring brunette was smiling victoriously. She wore a tight t-shirt emblazoned with the words “filthy slut” in honor of the epithet the Civvies always used for pirates. Her low-on-the-hips, butt-hugging jeans were tucked into sheepskin-lined, lace-up winter boots, completing her look.

The dying commando couldn’t help but notice that the killer’s nipples were hard and erect under her tight shirt – she was obviously aroused by her triumph. The pirate stood there another second or two, just to let the commando know who was in control. Then, with a hard jab, the pirate slid the zakin all the way through the commando until its tip tore through the doomed girl’s back with a sickening sound and a small spurt of blood. The Civvie grunted and convulsed in response.

“How does my zakin feel inside you, bitch?” the brunette pirate sneered. “As good as your dildo feels when you stick it up your cunt?”

The Civvie girl was on the verge of death by now. She barely had the strength to remain standing; in fact, most of her weight was supported by the pirate girl, who held her up with the hilt of her weapon. For this reason, the pirate never suspected that the commando could defend herself. The girl in the “filthy slut” t-shirt was therefore stunned to see her impaled adversary whip her laser pistol out of her thigh holster and blast off a parting shot at the pirate.

“Die … bitch!” the commando mumbled as she squeezed the trigger.

The gunshot slammed into the pirate’s right breast, obliterating the word “filthy” on her t-shirt and boring a hole into her body. The pirate gasped in shock and let go of her zakin; both the commando and the pirate fell to the ground together. Their squirming bodies rustled the branches of the thicket; when they kicked off, they lay prone with their legs tangled together: the pirate’s soft winter boots were draped over the silver boots of the Civil Guard soldier.

The women of the Civ battalion realized that they were under attack, even though it was being executed silently without guns. They began to shoot up the bushes and shrubs, firing randomly into the undergrowth to chase out the hiding pirates. They got lucky with their blind gunfire, dispatching several of the Screwmaiden fighters with long sweeps of their laser rifles. Shot-up pirate babes moaned as they toppled out of their hiding places, appearing in view as they fell through the branches and leaves.

A line of haughty Civ girls smirked at the sight of so many dead pirates dropping in front of them. As they paused to admire their success, an enraged bunch of pirates sprang from the shrubs behind them with their zakins raised in the air. The Civ bitches didn’t have time to turn around: the pirates thrust their steel zakins between the shoulder blades of the line of commandos. The commandos threw aside their guns as their arms unfurled at their sides. Their eyes opened wide in shock; they danced on the ends of the spears, which were popping through their chests directly between their tits. With sighing cries and blood-soaked coughs, the commando chicks suffered through a horrific, violent death at the ends of the spears. The pirates roughly shoved the dead commandos onto the grass and used their boot heels to yank their zakins out of the corpses …

But the pirates wasted too much time retrieving their beloved, deadly zakins, because another squad of Civvies witnessed the attack and moved to answer it. The silver babes launched a laser storm at the spear-wielding pirates, mowing them down before they could reach for their guns. The pirates spun and crumpled; they went down in sparks and smoke, landing on top of the commandos they’d just stabbed to death. Ironically, the enemies who hated each other so much in life now looked like they were embracing or dancing with each other in death.

“Is that it?” one anxious Civ asked. “Did we kill ‘em all?”

It was eerily silent for a moment. The girls in silver checked their surroundings, spinning 360 degrees, hoping the battle was over …

“Not yet!” came a singsong voice from above. The Civs looked up – too late – and saw hordes of pirate girls jumping down from the tree branches into their midst. THIS was close quarters combat: the pirates sent ready daggers into soft, tender female flesh, stabbing the stuck-up Civvie babes in the bellybutton and the chest. Others got their throats slit from behind. In just a matter of seconds, at least a dozen Civ commandos had been stabbed and killed.

A flanking squad of commandos heard the commotion. They were about to raise their guns to shoot, but hesitated when they saw silver uniforms in their line of fire – the pirates had cleverly propped up the dead bodies of the commandos they’d just stabbed and hid behind them.

“Don’t shoot – we’re Good Girls!” said a snickering pirate behind her corpse-shield.

By the time the Civs realized it was a trick, they had hesitated too long. The pirates tossed aside the dead women and raised their laser guns.

Tyoo-tyoo-tyoo!

“Uuuugghhh!”

The air reverberated with gunfire as the pirate chicks laid waste to another batch of commandos. Babes in skintight silver suits were blown away as if lightning bolts were striking them down. Despite the physical fitness of their bodies, the Good Girls had nothing to save them from the onslaught of lasers. They spilled and tumbled, their exceptionally athletic bodies shaking vigorously the whole way down. The shot commandos’ plaintive cries made the pirates horny, driving them wild as they gunned down their enemies. The Bad Girls felt a slick dampening of their thong underwear as they ruthlessly went about their slaughter. They had no time to pleasure themselves in the heat of battle, but they knew they would jerk themselves off as they recalled the battle later … IF they survived …

“Oh, no!” A wounded Civ moaned as lasers tore through the area just above her pubic bone. She cupped her hands to the painful holes as she looked into the eyes of the pirate girl shooting at her. “Oh, fuck!” She knew she was about to get blasted again, and there was nothing she could do. A luminous flare blinded her eyes; she felt her boobs jiggle inside her tight uniform as the gunshots scored her. She lost her breath with a single gasp and sank onto her butt. Everything turned gray, and she collapsed on her side with one leg tucked under the other …

The rampaging pirates tore through the ranks of the Civil Guard forces, shooting them down in mid-stride. They ran toward the next element of Civvies, which was taking position on the opposite side of a small, clear pond. The high-pitched blare of laser gunfire sounded in the fake park, bouncing off the false ceiling and distant walls. A few pirates in front went down, but the girls behind them flooded the air with lethal rays. The lasers reflected with glimmering brilliance above the smooth surface of the pond. On the other side, dozens of commandos screamed and fell. They rolled and pitched into the pond, splashing in the water and disturbing its mirror-like sheen. The commandos kicked and flopped as they died in the shallow water, looking like a shiny school of fish that had been dragged up in a fisherman’s net.

The pirates kept up an intense rate of fire, shooting heavily into the far embankment where the Civs held their ground. There were more telltale shrieks and feminine moans as young Civ commandos ate laser heat. The proud commando girls spilled down the embankment in bloody cascades, their dreams of glory dying with their perforated bodies. They had always been bitchy, self-righteous, pretty-girl types, the Civvies, and now the pirates had to laugh at the poetic justice they were receiving … It was sheer excitement to watch the Civ “goddesses” get killed in droves!

The tactical superiority of the Civs was nowhere in sight that day inside the park; they were in chaos, in shambles: although they heavily outnumbered the pirates they were sent to eliminate, the small band of outlaw girls had sent them into retreat. The battle had turned when the Civs made the mistake of getting too close to the pirate forces, allowing them to use their hand-to-hand combat skills to their full advantage. Once the tables were turned, the Civs became the hunted …

Someone gave the order to retreat, and suddenly the remaining Civs in the park turned and ran for the exits. They knew reinforcements were coming, but first they had to make a sprint for the doors. The pirates pursued them. The Screwmaiden ladies aimed as they ran, firing into the backs of the fleeing commandos. Girls got hit in the back and jutted forward, tits-first … They howled and went down, scraping through the grass. Pirate boots trampled over their dead bodies and kept on … Realizing that they’d never be able to get through the gates all at once, the commandos turned around to make a last stand against the vengeful pirate babes. The Civs squared off and fired back at their assailants.

A charging pirate in a strappy, brown bikini attempted to leap over a park bench. When her boot touched the back of the bench, Civ laser beams torched the bare skin of her midriff, the valley between her tits, and the small triangle of brown fabric that was her g-string. Her hazel-hued ponytail swished as her head snapped back in an agonized shriek of pain. She slipped sideways and crashed hard onto the bench, bouncing off the seat and falling at its base. She lay with her legs spread out wide and twitching, a wisp of smoke coming from her blasted groin. The pirate twitched for several more seconds, long after she’d quit the world …

From another angle came a pirate slut with flaming-red hair that fell to the middle of her back; she wore a leopard-print skirt, a khaki blouse, and the requisite “fuck me” boots. She sailed at the surviving Civvies with her laser gun raised. She shouted an ear-splitting war cry as she ran. A pretty blonde Civvie aimed and fired at the wild woman, pumping six shots into her tits and tummy from just a couple meters away. The redhead’s war cry turned into a warbling groan as she flew off her feet. Her jacked-up body trailed faint smoke as she kicked her boots into the air. The redheaded pirate rolled around wretchedly, the soft tresses of her long hair picking up blades of grass. The soft, smooth skin of her body was spattered with blood and charred holes. She moaned pathetically and stretched out a shaking arm as if trying to hold onto something. Without fanfare, her whole body stiffened up in a death seizure. She went limp and her head came to rest on the grass, eyes fixed open and filled with emptiness …

The blonde who’d shot the redhead was suddenly blasted with a laser bolt right in the head. Her brain was instantly fried, and she fell like a brick onto her cute ass. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth slightly as her body drooped against the wall …

The Civvies were screwed: scores of pirates swarmed them, rushing in at full speed. The Civvies’ guns couldn’t stop them all. They backed into the wall. Pirates with zakins raised lunged into the helpless commandos, slicing through their uniforms and skewering their tits. The commandos wriggled like fish on the ends of hooks, dying the most bloody, hideous death imaginable. Spear-fucked and destroyed, the commandos took their last breaths and slid off the ends of the zakins. The pirates lustfully surrounded the Civvies as they writhed, listening to the way the leather of their boots and their elbow-length gloves squeaked as their muscles flexed for the last time. The pirates spat on the defeated contingent of commandos and savored their unexpected victory over superior numbers.

“We must’ve killed a hundred of them!” exulted one pirate girl.

“Claxi wanted us to serve as a distraction,” said another Screwmaiden crewmember, “but we did more than that: we inflicted heavy casualties on their landing party. Now we can rejoin the fight with our Captain and help win this thing!”

The swaggering band of desperados left the park arm-in-arm, singing happy drinking songs as they left behind several squadrons of dead Civil Guard commandos, as well as many of their fellow slain crewwomen.

 

[Drizzt78]

Aboard the Civil Guard cruiser, Commander Navala was awaiting word from the squadrons that had pursued the pirates deep into the space station, in Sections 5A and 5F. There had been reports of pirates shooting cops and causing mayhem in those parts of Depot Delta, and Navala was convinced that she could catch them and stamp out the Screwmaiden rebellion. She was pleased to hear that Section 5F had been cleared of pirate forces, but was worried when she didn’t receive a timely report from 5A. Little did she know that the pirates were massacring her women inside the park in 5A at that very moment.

Meanwhile, Claxi’s two trusted lieutenants, Miranza and Brijena, led separate pirate forces toward the docking bay where the Civvies’ cruiser and the Screwmaiden were docked. Miranza’s girls took a route through Section 8C, while Brijena’s girls passed through Section 8E. Claxi trailed behind Miranza’s forces with a small patrol of her own.

Miranza led her pirate girls through a sprawling industrial sector that abutted the docking bay. They passed through a large warehouse that had scaffolding on all sides. Miranza turned to talk to one of her fighters; at that very moment, a laser beam blitzed the girl in the chest. She grimaced and stumbled. Before the girl was dead on the floor, Miranza and her pirates were ducking for cover.

“Up there, on that catwalk!” one of the pirates shouted, pointing to a high steel trestle. “Red Militia whores!”

Miranza hadn’t expected that. The Red Militia was a paramilitary group that generally fought on the side of the Civil Guard forces, although they did not officially sanction it. But the Civvies tolerated the vicious mercenaries because they did favors for one another. Many people felt that the Red Militia was just as corrupt and ruthless as the space pirates were, only they had the support of influential women in government and business. Miranza scowled into the high, dark reaches of the warehouse scaffolding, trying to spot the loathed enemies. They usually weren’t difficult to see: they wore a “uniform” of tight, shiny, red patent leather tube tops, matching red leather miniskirts, and white go-go style boots. They usually had some ridiculously intricate hairdos that piled and pinned their long hair in elaborate twists on their heads. Their high-gloss, all-glam appearance was deceptive, however: they were savage killers who sold themselves to the highest bidder. Miranza spotted a Red Militia whore jockeying for position on the scaffolding and took a shot at her …

Tssshhhh!

Miranza’s laser nailed the young, Asian-featured girl directly in the chest. She bucked violently, causing the hairpins and chopsticks she’d used to fasten her hair in place to scatter. Her long, raven locks of hair tumbled to her shoulders as she tried to brace herself to stand. The girl dropped her gun and slid into a seated position with her legs dangling off the high scaffold and her shiny, white boots swinging gently in the air …

“Killed the bitch,” said Miranza.

Her joy was short-lived, because more Red Militia women were sniping at them from above. A tall, slender pirate chick in a cowgirl hat got drilled with gunshots. She growled from the pain that burned all over her boobs and belly. She sank to her knees and spat blood. Miranza watched her with a tinge of disgust, spitting and coughing as she suffered. Her cowgirl hat slipped off her head when she banged on the floor. Her hips gyrated a little bit, as if she was trying to finish a drug-induced orgasm even as she met her death.

Pirates clambered up a ladder to try to fight the militia head-on. Several were picked off the ladder by precise gunshots, falling with shrill cries before they hit the hard floor with loud thuds. Eventually many of Miranza’s girls made it onto the scaffolding and began to engage the girls in red …

There were three militia fighters at one end of a catwalk: two kneeling in firing position, and one standing behind them. A pair of pirate sluts ran full-steam at the opposing force, only to get cut down with a sudden burst of automatic fire. The two pirates were knocked onto their backs, showing the soles of their boots to the enemy as they twitched and died … But right behind them a string of pissed-off pirate kittens released a roaring blanket of laser fire. The militia girls got their tight tube tops studded with incandescent, burning holes. The standing chick wobbled feebly in her go-go boots as the two kneeling babes wrapped around each other and died in a suggestive “69” position. The standing chick was finally knocked off her feet with a coup de grace that sent her spiraling off the scaffolding and into the ground.

“More Reds!” yelled Miranza as she swiveled around and saw more Red Militia girls attacking. “Down that passageway!”

The pirates followed their leader and retreated into a narrow path that was lined with machinery and industrial supplies. The militia gave chase. Miranza could hear the twang of lasers and felt the instantaneous heat of light-speed waves radiating next to her head. She heard the screams of some of her pirates behind her who were gunned down in the back, but Miranza didn’t have time to worry about them. She was merely trying to survive as she ran for her life …

Miranza and her fellow Screwmaidens dashed around a corner in the passageway. Out of the corner of her eye, Miranza noticed some heavy tanks stored against a wall. From her days as a ship engineer, she knew that the tanks contained a deadly compressed gas. She ordered her girls to race ahead as they passed the tanks, and then turned around to await the attacking Red Militia. When they rounded the corner, they spotted Miranza and began shooting at her. She took cover behind a heavy pillar and waited until the Reds were close to the tanks of gas. When they were nearly parallel with them, Miranza blasted the tanks with a cutting line of laser fire. Most of the tanks punctured from the laser hits, and high-pressure poison gas began to leak from them in torrid jets. A thick vapor surrounded the Red Militia girls, and they immediately began to choke. They clutched their throats with both hands and staggered around haphazardly, bumping into each other with feeble gasps. At least ten girls were trapped in the middle of the poison cloud, breathing in the toxic fumes and suffocating where they stood. They toppled over and writhed on the floor, looking much the way ants do when sprayed with pesticide. Ten seconds of violent kicking and convulsing passed, and that was it: the Red Militia babes bit the dust.

Miranza was sexually aroused by her ingenious, lethal trick, but she didn’t have time to enjoy it because the toxic cloud was drifting in her direction. It bought her some time, though, and she regrouped with her other pirates.

“We need to finish this fight and get our butts over to the docking bay,” said Miranza. “Claxi is expecting us to raid the Civ cruiser with Brijena’s girls any minute now!”

It didn’t take long for the Red Militia squad to find another way around the leaking poison gas. They met up with Miranza and her pirates in a junkyard just off the main docking ports, and both sides braced for the clash. At one end of the junkyard, the motley, seedy pirate girls got into position; at the other end, the Red Militia girls dug in for the fight. They were complete opposites in many ways, but they were also much alike. Both groups were a bunch of extremely pretty but absolutely unlovable young women; both groups were corrupt, murdering bands of outlaws; and both groups were unabashedly addicted to sex nova, fueling their nymphomaniac tendencies and raising the hormone levels in battle. Without the differences in uniforms and style, it would’ve been hard to tell them apart.

A typically vain and snobby Red Militia babe tried to sneak around a large pile of abandoned ship parts; as she slunk next to a tall piece of metal, a pirate gunwoman nailed her. She slammed into the metal object, causing her pile of hair to unravel and fall across her shoulders. She took short, shallow breaths and clutched the red hole in the middle of her belly. She slid down the metal and came to rest on her leather-clad ass …

Behind a section of computer junk, two pirates were crouching for cover. A pair of Red Militia babes snuck up on them and began riddling them with lasers. The matted dreadlocks of one pirate shook as she trembled from the gunshots. She fell into a tangled mass of wires with only her legs sticking out. The other pirate crinkled her diamond-studded nose in pain as the blasts seared through her tits. She crumpled and rolled next to her partner; the two pirates were history.

Emboldened, the pair of Red Militia nymphs tried to sneak up on another group of hiding pirates. They worked their way through a pile of heavy scrap and long sections of pipe. They came to a tall stack of pipes that they could neither circumvent nor crawl under. The only way forward was to climb them. So the twin sex kittens climbed up the rack of pipes. When they got to the top, they threw one booted leg over the other side and straddled the large-diameter pipe section. The cool surface of the metal pipe hit the girls’ crotches and made them gasp; they were both so fired up on sex nova that it felt unbelievably good to ride a simple section of pipe! The girls paused a moment and closed their eyes to enjoy the sensation. It was a deadly mistake: the pirates spotted the two girls mounting the pipe and took aim. As the horny Red Militia women rubbed their hungry pussies against the pipe, the pirates began shooting. The masturbating lovelies got blasted straight off the stack of pipes, falling like flaming comets as their red tops and miniskirts burned from the lasers. They smashed into junk and debris, twisted up and defeated … They heaved and rolled their curvy hips a few times, trying to reach orgasm before the end … But they were dead and gone, and only the tiniest stain of fuck-sauce dripped into their panties …

The battle proceeded slowly for a few minutes, with small pairs of pirates and Reds picking off each other … Then all of a sudden, the two forces managed to converge in an open area between several piles of discarded machines. It was an all-out, full-throttle shootout: the pirates and the Red Militia exchanged bitter blasts of gunfire, screaming curses at each other and charging into a pit of death … A dusky blonde pirate in brown boots got killed when a shot passed straight through her chest … An ebony-skinned militia girl died horrifically as pirates lasered her tits at close range … Some pretty pirates in skimpy miniskirts wailed to the heavens as deadly militia babes sliced them open with gunfire … Junk and debris tumbled from piles as girls fell into their midst … Several militia chicks raced forward, only to get brutalized by laser fire … A half dozen of Miranza’s pirate girls were mowed down in mid-run by a bright volley of Red Militia gunfire. The metal parts of the junk heap shimmered with reflected light and smoldered with the corpses of ruined warrior women … The two sides fumbled their way into each other’s embrace, locking bodies and switching to daggers … Girls in shiny red leather got knives jammed up their miniskirts … Pirates felt blades sinking into the soft skin of their tits … There was a macabre dance of death as the two forces swirled around each other, killing with lust in their hearts … More than one woman died with an orgasmic cry of release, her underwear soaked with sex, her skin covered in blood … The bloodbath was spectacularly horrific – and when it was finished, Miranza’s dirty pirates had slain all of the vapid Red Militia whores. Their red-clothed, white-booted corpses littered the junkyard, but they were almost equally matched by the number of pirate girls who lay contorted in death among them …

“Fucking unbelievable,” sighed a blood-spattered Miranza. “They killed more than three-fourths of my girls! Fucking Red Militia whores are the scourge of the world!”

There was nothing Miranza could do except continue with Claxi’s strategy of storming the Civil Guard cruiser. Only now, Miranza KNEW they had no chance in hell of winning that fight …

…

Brijena and her forces made it safely through Section 8E without firing a shot. Unlike Miranza, whose forces were decimated by the battle with the Red Militia in Section 8C. Miranza sat down on a tarpaulin on the outskirts of the docking bay as her captain, Claxi, paced around.

“What the hell happened?” Claxi questioned her lieutenant.

“Red Militia bitches kicked us in the crotch,” said Miranza delicately. “I didn’t expect them.”

“Didn’t expect them?” Claxi fumed. “They go everywhere the Civil Guard goes, picking up whatever crumbs those silver sluts give them! You should expect them everywhere!”

“Well, I didn’t,” said Miranza testily. “So fuckin’ shoot me.”

Claxi raised her foot and stomped on Miranza’s chest, knocking her to the floor. As she lay under her captain’s boot, Miranza saw Claxi draw her pistol and aim it at her.

“I didn’t mean it literally!” stammered Miranza.

“Don’t tempt me,” hissed Claxi.

The Screwmaiden’s captain looked through binoculars at the Civil Guard defenses surrounding Commander Navala’s cruiser. She scanned the docking bay, looking for her own ship. The Screwmaiden was there, docked not far from Navala’s ship. A massive emplacement of Civ troops circled the docking bay. Claxi sighed.

“Too many of them,” she said. “I don’t see how we can do it.”

Brijena exchanged glances with Miranza; both lieutenants had relieved looks on their faces, knowing that a frontal assault on one or both ships was suicidal. Maybe their captain wasn’t as irrational as they’d thought …

“Still,” said Claxi, “I want to get my ship back. Navala will have to wait for another day.”

“But how can we board our ship?” asked Miranza. “There must be an entire battalion of Civvies in the docking bay! We’ll never get through them.”

Claxi smiled. “Maybe we don’t have to go through them.”

 

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Away from the main docking bay, on the other side of Depot Delta, the Red Militia patrol ships were docked. Small teams of guards kept watch over the boarding gates, but they were restless and complacent. Most of the fighting had taken place on the other side of the space station, and most of it involved the Civil Guard and the pirates. The Red Militia guards doing sentry duty by their ships heard reports of at least one battle involving their forces, but that was just an isolated incident. Soon enough they’d be leaving this isolated outpost in the middle of nowhere, off to someplace more appealing, they hoped.

“Gherazin has some nice beaches,” one of the Red Militia girls said to the others as she twirled her hair. “I wouldn’t mind going there next, maybe getting a cheap massage.”

“If we ever leave this fucking place,” said another guard. “Unless those Civvies kill Claxi and her crew, I think we’re stuck here.”

“Don’t be such a downer!” a third Red Girl grumbled. “Why do they care so much about Claxi, anyway?”

“They say it’s personal between her and Commander Navala.”

“Great,” said the massage-dreaming girl, “So we’re stuck on this bucket of bolts because of some personal grudge between a Civ officer and a fucking pirate?”

“Looks that way.”

“Why do I always get stuck on these stupid missions, doing shit that – augghhhhhh!!!”

The pirates surprised the three Red Militia guards from behind, wrapping wire garrotes around their throats simultaneously. The three young women were jerked backwards into the shadows by the pirate assassins, the heels of their shiny, white go-go boots scraping against the floor as they were dragged. If someone had been passing by at that hour, they would’ve seen a struggle in the darkness, with flashes of shiny, red miniskirts as the pirates strangled the sentries. The three Red girls were fighting mightily but losing; one minute they’d been daydreaming about beaches and massages, and the next minute they were suffering through the torment of violent death … – Silently, in no time at all, the three women went from fighting madly for their lives to surrendering everything with the limp resignation that comes with death. They were dumped roughly to one side; the pirates didn’t bother hiding their victims, because the entire operation would be finished before anyone would be alerted by their presence.

In another corner of the Red Militia camp, another trio of guards was milling about when they were met with flashing steel across their throats. The pirates’ zakins tore swiftly across the swanlike tilt of the young women’s necks, cutting deep and fatally. In unison the three red-clad guards gripped their throats with both hands, blood gushing through their clenched fingers. They dropped to their knees and toppled over, squirming madly for a few seconds until they died in pools of blood that matched the color of their skimpy uniforms.

Miranza stepped back, a blood-soaked zakin in her hand. “Let’s move.”

This was her chance to exact some revenge on the Reds. They’d practically wiped out her squad in Section 8C in a futile attempt to capture Navala’s ship. So now Claxi had sent her lieutenant with a small team of pirates to take the Red Militia ships and use them as a Trojan Horse.

The Red Militia guards had been neutralized outside the ships; Miranza and her girls swept into the gangway leading to one of their ships. As they moved forward, they heard noises coming from a compartment off to one side. Miranza stopped her crew to listen …

The sound of faint moaning and banging came from the little utility room along the gangway. Miranza listened through the door, a smile spreading on her lips …

“Somebody’s getting some in there!” she whispered.

When the Screwmaiden fighters flung open the door, they saw a Red Militia girl leaning against the far wall with another Red girl lying between her legs, pleasuring her partner. Both girls were stark naked except for their shiny, white boots. The girl leaning against the wall – an Asian youth with lustrous, dark hair – immediately screamed when the door flew open and the pirates charged in. The girl who was tonguing her pussy didn’t have a chance to react – a zakin flew through the air and struck her at the base of her skull, ripping into her brain so deep that the spear point shot into her mouth. Spears struck the Asian girl on both shoulders, pinning her to the wall with her dead lover lying between her legs.

Miranza stepped forward. She grabbed hold of the zakin that was still sticking out of the dead woman’s head – meaning it was she who made the lethal throw, because a pirate never touched another’s zakin unless the bearer permitted it or was dead … – Clutching the shaft of the short spear, she looked down at the impaled Red girl, who was panting and crying now …

“Trying to catch a little fuck in the closet, eh?” said Miranza. “I wouldn’t mind a little action myself, right now … but at least I’m smart enough to attend to the business at hand. You, however, are not smart. You’re just in it for the fuck. You want a fuck? I’ll give you one!”

Miranza shoved the spear hard, thrusting it straight through the dead girl’s mouth and directly into the Asian girl’s wet pussy. The impaled guard cried out, wincing in agony as the zakin plunged into her sex … – Miranza twisted it so that it screwed deep inside the girl. She bucked violently, effectively getting raped to death by the pirate leader. But Miranza noticed the girl’s erect nipples and joked with her comrades:

“See that? She’s so high on nova right now, this actually feels GOOD to her!”

That was arguable; the poor militiawoman was screaming in pain. Blood began to pour from the corners of her mouth. She hiccupped with spasms. Her head began to tilt to one side as she went into shock; her body trembled. As her eyes rolled back, Miranza gave another turn of her spear and finished off the girl. Even Miranza’s battle-hardened fellow pirates were a bit shocked at the savagery they were witnessing. They watched the Asian guard spit blood one last time, and then go limp.

Miranza stepped back, yanking her zakin through the flesh of two women to retrieve it. The naked lovers lay there like a pathetic tableau, one lying dead with her face in the crotch of the other, both soaked in their own blood. Miranza gazed down at the ruined pair.

“That was …” Miranza breathed deeply. “That was kinda hot.”

The pirates escorted her out of the room, glancing over their shoulders at the horrific sight inside …

No alarms had been sounded yet. When Miranza’s girls stepped aboard the small Red Militia patrol craft, they were greeted by silence. Most of the crew were probably settling down for the night, their battle shifts taking place the following day. A lone militia girl strolled through the corridor. When she saw the pirates, she gasped and dropped the papers she was holding. A zakin sailed through the air and nailed her in the belly. She grunted and fell down, sprawling out among a flurry of white sheets of paper.

“You go to the engine room,” Miranza directed her girls, “the rest of us will go to the flight deck.”

Miranza and her pirates passed a gym. A few militia girls were still inside, finishing their workouts, when the outlaws rushed inside. Their eyes widened with fear as their enemy came into their midst …

A militia girl in matching blue sports bra and shorts stood frozen in fear as a laser bolt struck her in the chest. She made a grimace of agony as she cupped her hands over her tits before falling and dying over the bench of the exercise machine in front of her.

Another militia girl in bright, yellow workout gear got blasted with laser machine guns across her taut abs. She let out a blood-curdling yell as flames and blood seemed to shoot from her well-toned stomach. Her body cartwheeled over and crashed into something hard, knocking her in another direction.

A petite brunette militia girl in sleek, red workout clothes managed to grab her pistol and fire it at a pirate babe in pink hotpants and a gauzy blouse. The pirate took a nasty laser strike in her guts; she groaned and doubled up, and as she fell to her knees, she fired off a short burst of laser fire at the petite Red that rammed upwards and into her crotch. The little workout babe got blasted out of her running shoes, her body flinging upwards in a low arc as her legs kicked into the air. She crashed onto the mat with a loud thud, where her dying body writhed frantically, white socks twitching as her toes curled through the seconds of final suffering …

There was a Red girl in nothing but a towel who emerged fresh and wet-haired from the showers. Her exposed breasts were too tempting a target, and the pirates battered them around with gunfire. Her tits danced and swayed, erupting with red. She screamed and jiggled; her towel fell away. Pirates shot her naked body to pieces. She collapsed in convulsive movements, dying in fits of horrific torment.

The water was still running in the showers; several militiawomen were still inside, unaware of the fight going on in the gym. Miranza’s girls entered, zakins at the ready. They lunged into the shower stalls, piercing the occupants with the hard steel tips of their beloved weapons. Screams reverberated loudly in the bare shower room as militia girls were cut down by the pirates. Sharp spears plunged into the naked flesh of the helpless women, who moaned and shuddered on the tips of the zakins. Blood ran forth in buckets, washing down the drains with the water. Slick with water, soap, and blood, the Red Girls slid to the floor of the shower stalls, crumpling with glazed looks in their eyes as they succumbed to the sneak attack.

Further inside the patrol ship, Miranza’s girls snuck into the sleeping quarters of the Red Militia crew. Caught asleep and unaware, the young women were doomed. The pirates quietly snuffed the sleeping babes, slitting throats and covering their faces with pillows to stifle screams. Dozens of Red girls died in their beds, snuffed before they could fight back. A black militia girl was lying in bed, listening to music on her headphones and jerking off with a vibrator. She was so engrossed in her pleasure that she didn’t hear the slaughter taking place around her. When a pirate girl stood over her with her zakin raised high, the black girl opened her eyes and parted her lips to make a scream. But the scream never came, because the spear slammed down straight through the black girl’s chest, killing her instantly. A glob of blood spat out of her mouth; the pirate laughed as she pulled back the bed sheets to reveal the girl’s vibrator still jammed in her pussy, uselessly working to no effect.

Now the flight deck of the patrol ship was in danger. A few Red Militia girls stood watch outside the control room. They turned to face the sound of someone approaching from the corridor, expecting fellow crewmates … only it was a group of Screwmaiden outlaws instead. The guards’ hands got as far as their thigh holsters when a flurry of lasers snapped at them. Two of the guards took hits in the forehead; blood splattered on the wall behind them. The girls stood dumbly for a split second, not realizing that they’d just been killed. Then they melted backwards, sliding down the wall and landing dead in seated positions. A third guard was blasted through her ample breasts. She cupped her hands over the smoldering wounds as she slipped and fell. Her bright red leather miniskirt squeaked as she writhed fitfully on the floor, moaning and gasping. A pirate approached and finished her off with a quick laser shot that drilled into her head. The guard flinched and kicked out her white boots, then ceased moving entirely.

When the door to the flight deck opened, one of the Red Militia girls on duty turned and stared, her jaw dropping in surprise. Lasers zapped across her tits; she shrieked and slid down in her chair so that she was awkwardly perched between the floor and her seat.

Another militiawoman swiveled in her seat just in time to see a pirate wench aiming a laser machine gun at her. White light erupted all around, and the pretty young thing yelped in terror, her arms waving above her head as she was blown out of her chair. She landed at the base of a control panel, twitching away the final seconds of her life …

A militia girl raised her pistol and squeezed off a shot that struck a blonde pirate nymphet. The laser beam hit the blonde right through her pierced and bejeweled bellybutton. She grunted and doubled up, looking back with rage at the Red Girl who’d shot her. The blonde pirate was dying fast, but she lived long enough to watch one of her fellow pirates smother the militia babe with laser fire, practically ripping her clothes off her lithe body. The shot-up Red girl bounced around as her tube top and miniskirt were shredded into tatters. Her body crashed into a control panel, smearing it with her blood as she dropped to the floor.

Several Red Militia women were trying to take defensive positions, crouching and taking cover, grabbing their sidearms to fend off the surprise attack. One of them, a lusty-looking, coffee-skinned beauty with beads in her hair, was armed with a laser submachine gun that she carefully aimed at a pair of pirate bitches. She opened fire and drilled them both, their bikini tops sizzling with fire as their boobs got battered. The two pirate girls howled in anguish, their mouths open wide and their eyes tightly shut. They fell together, tangled up in a twisted position on the floor.

The bead-haired militiawoman didn’t live much longer. Miranza’s pirate girls doused her with lasers, punching holes through her body that sent her blood splashing out her back. She gurgled and spat as she tipped backwards, landing on her back and wriggling in place. Her empty eyes stared for a few seconds at the ceiling, but they registered no signs of life …

Another militia babe was shooting and backing up. Just as she ran out of room when her butt touched a control panel, the pirates gunned her down. She threw up her arms, flinging her gun away as she rolled backwards. The force of the impact sent her sprawling over the control panel. She landed draped on top of it, her head and long hair trailing down one side, her white boots dangling off the other side. Dead, she nevertheless offered everyone in the room a nice view up her skirt from that position.

The remaining militiawomen were obliterated with gunfire. They were shot to hell, blasted dozens of times where they stood. Miranza and her girls wasted them all, firing wildly into them and enjoying the screams they made as they died. The red miniskirted babes sank in unison, bloodied and destroyed, forming small piles of soft, dead women around the flight deck.

“Hold your fire,” Miranza ordered.

Haze and smoke hung in the air. There were no signs of resistance; the Red Militia patrol ship was theirs.

“Let Claxi know. Get orders from her.”

 

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A bored Civil Guard lieutenant aboard the Screwmaiden watched a perimeter monitor. It showed a Red Militia ship approaching from the port side, as if to dock with the pirate cruiser. She frowned and hailed the ship.

“Red 32, what the hell are you doing?” she said in an annoyed voice.

“We were going to make a perimeter sweep of the station, but we’re having some thruster control problems. We need to dock and check it out. Permission to dock with the pirate ship?”

“Hell, no!” said the lieutenant. “This ship is in Civil Guard custody. No one is allowed to board it.”

“Our thrust control isn’t working properly,” said the voice from the Red Militia patrol ship. “We might just drift into your hull and cause a major collision. How would Commander Navala like that?”

The lieutenant shook her head; the Red Militia was only slightly more tolerable than the pirates. “Very well, if it’s really an emergency. Use the Port 2A. I’m going to send a reception team down there.”

“Affirmative; commencing docking maneuver.”

Brijena switched off the communicator. She turned to Claxi and smiled. “They’re letting us in the back door!”

“Perfect!” beamed Claxi. “Just perfect. Let’s get ready to take back my ship.”

Our ship, thought Brijena, keeping the thought to herself.

Five Civ girls stood outside air lock 2A, waiting for the Red Militia ship to finish its docking maneuver. They listened to the sound of doors opening and closing in the airlock. On a small security monitor, they watched several women in red outfits and white boots pass through the portal.

“Pretty plain hairstyles for Red Girls, don’t you think?” one of the Civ girls idly said to another.

The Civs opened the door to the Screwmaiden. A group of pirates disguised in Red Militia uniforms waited inside the airlock. The Civ guards eyed them suspiciously; something seemed odd about them. They didn’t look right … They didn’t even smell right.

“Thanks for letting us back aboard our ship,” one of the pirate babes smiled at the Civvie.

Flashing steel rushed out of the airlock and into the flesh of the Civ guards. The zakins slashed through the shiny catsuits of the Civ girls, ripping deep into their bodies. The five women made semi-comical, flailing gestures as they were hacked apart … Screams were garbled in bloody throats. The distress of sudden death was etched across the Civs’ faces … The shock and surprise, the humiliation … It all came through their eyes as they sank to the floor, dying with red streaks across their uniforms …

The Civ lieutenant who’d permitted the Red ship to dock looked down distractedly at the video screen showing the area around Port 2A. Her eyes almost jumped out of her skull when she saw the dead guards lying in pools of blood … Oh fucking shit, she thought. There goes my career.

She sounded an alarm. There was only a small complement of Civs aboard the Screwmaiden. They quickly needed reinforcements from the docking bay; Claxi’s pirates would be inside the control room in seconds.

“Send everyone you’ve got into the parallel corridors!” shouted the lieutenant. “Pirates are boarding the ship! Hurry!”

Brijena heard the alarms and began tearing off the red top and miniskirt she was wearing. “Won’t be needing these anymore; element of surprise is gone.” She was left wearing nothing but a tight-fitting bra, some skimpy g-string panties, and the shiny white go-go boots of a militiawoman. She raised her laser gun and headed down the corridor toward the bridge, along with a large squad of pirate girls.

“Hold on!” cried Brijena. “Let’s go down one level, to the auxiliary corridor. They’ll expect us to come through the main hallway.”

A team of battle-ready Civs headed into the corridor to confront the attacking pirates. They inched ahead, one section at a time, unsure of the layout of the ship …

“Should we keep going?” one of the bimbo-brained Civ babes asked. “I mean, haven’t we already passed the docking port?”

“No, it’s further back, isn’t it?” answered an equally ditzy blonde. “Shit, I don’t know my way around this ship! They have to be down this corridor somewhere, don’t they?”

“Try right behind you,” said a voice from the shadows of the section where the Civs had just passed.

The silver-suited bimbos spun on their boot heels, faces lined with terror. The pirates had crept behind them and were lurking in ambush positions. Lasers screamed from the dimly-lit reaches of the long passageway. The sharp, searing pain of laser gunfire pelted the ill-prepared Civ squad. Blonde hair danced around as heads bobbed and girlish screams pealed through the hall. Shots blasted through the Civ girls, who arched their backs and thrust forward their snugly-held tits … With halting steps, the Civs staggered out of formation, groping for support and clutching their wounded chests. They fell with hard thumps on the floor, sliding into unladylike positions as their lives came to a bitter end.

Down the other hallway, Brijena’s girls were trying to surprise another squad of Civvies. They began climbing a service ladder into the main corridor above to cut them off. A particularly pretty pirate with long, wavy hair and full lips led the way. When she got to the top of the ladder, she pushed open the hatch and poked her head through. To her shock, the Civs were waiting. A laser blast gouged a hole between her highly-arched eyebrows and disfigured her once-pretty face. She fell like a rock, almost knocking down the other pirate girls on the ladder below her.

The pirate girls climbing the ladder knew they were fucked. The next in line looked up to see a Civ bitch aiming a gun down at her. The pirate attempted to hold on to the ladder with one hand and shoot the Civ with the other, but she was beaten to the draw. A beam tore through the top of her skull and sent blood out her nostrils and mouth. She fell backwards and plummeted to the floor. The other pirates on the ladder screamed as laser machine gun fire ripped into their sexy bodies, shaking them around like strippers dancing on a pole. They jerked and swayed on the ladder as the Civs drilled them full of holes.

Blood poured down on Brijena below as she watched her girls get thrashed and destroyed. She wiped it off her face as the bodies fell from the ladder. She stepped forward and took aim above, spotting a Civ babe leaning a little too far over the hatch. A single gunshot streaked into the space between her icy blue eyes, snuffing her with cruel efficiency. The dead Civ slumped forward, her head and one arm hanging into the service hatch. Brijena continued to fire up into the hatch, forcing the Civs to back off.

“Move out!” she ordered her pirates.

Brijena’s team raced down the auxiliary corridor to a stairwell leading to the main corridor above. The stairwell had two flights of stairs, going in opposite directions with a landing between them. As the pirates charged up the stairs, a group of Civs descended from above. The two sides met at the landing, and a furious exchange of gunfire erupted with girls just feet apart. In the intense firefight, everyone was killed – girls shot each other to hell from both sides of the landing. Six pirates and five Civs crumpled in unison, the casualties piling up against opposite walls of the stairwell.

Brijena screamed at her women. “Keep going! We need to take the bridge!”

More pirates ran up the stairs. They didn’t make it as far as the landing. Civ troops had occupied the high ground and began filling the stairwell with laser fire. Pirate chicks made wailing cries of agony as they were gunned down in mid-stride. Their chins banged roughly on the steps as they fell; their dead bodies sprawled out and began to slide down the steps, making thump-thump sounds as their corpses slid over each step. Blood trickled down the steps.

Brijena’s girls blasted back at the Civs on the landing. A storm of lasers crashed into the silver catsuits standing there. Fierce groans and grunts sounded as the Civ lovelies ate death. Some of them pitched head-first down the stairs, their ruined suits slick with blood, allowing them to slide smoothly across the backs of the dead pirates underneath them. A tangled mess of female waste lay amid the stairwell.

Brijena felt her pussy pulse with excitement. Shit, not now! She thought. I’m getting turned on while my own girls dying … Not good. Gotta ease off the nova.

The pirate lieutenant hid behind a bulkhead and listened to the sounds of gunfire and screaming. Blood was splashed across her bra and bare skin, and she gripped her assault weapon tightly. More of her girls followed orders and attacked the stairs. Brijena watched them fight their way to the landing and turn the corner. She followed them up …

At the landing, the pirate wenches turned the corner and faced several Civ troops above them. Another angry flurry of gunfire exploded, blasting young women off their feet on both sides. Tortured death-cries of scantily clad pirates and haughty Civ troopers mingled together to form a horrific chorus. Slaughtered pirates fell to their knees, toppling forward right as dead Civs rolled and tumbled over them. The Screwmaiden fighters pushed ahead, making their way up the stairs until they were almost to the top …

Brijena was herself just coming around the landing when she saw her girls nearly reach the top of the stairs. She saw one of them – a slinky girl with untamed hair – get blasted straight through her bellybutton. A spurt of red puffed out her lower back; she shuddered on her feet for a second before more lasers hit her across the chest. She lurched and tumbled, rolling down the stairs until she lay on her back at Brijena’s feet. Her lifeless eyes stared back in wide disbelief. Brijena touched herself under her g-string quickly, then pulled away her hand and bit her lip … There was work to do …

Another three pirate chicks took laser hits across their barely-covered boobs. Their fleshy bosoms danced and jiggled to the assault, while the girls themselves were grimacing in agony. Shrieks of incredible despair passed through their gritted teeth just before they went down in a bloody heap.

Brijena and several of her squad mates reached the top of the stairs and began blasting everything in sight. A Civ bitch to the left got rocked off her boots; she flew into a control panel that sparked when her back touched it. She slumped dead at its base; the sight of the silver slut’s dramatic death aroused Brijena; she held back, but just barely. Her g-string was getting wetter by the second.

Brijena and her pirates showered the main corridor with gunfire. A regal-looking Civ with a long nose frowned angrily as several pirates lit up her belly with lasers. She made staccato grunts and dropped her gun as the beating continued. Still on her feet, she raised her hand and gave the pirates a “fuck you” gesture with her finger as her eyes rolled back into her head and she swooned. Her lanky body expired unceremoniously with a soft thud when her ass hit the ground.

Some young-looking Civ recruits fought back, taking out a couple of pirates with their guns. The pirate girls grabbed their chests where the shots had penetrated them, their chins raised upwards in reflex to the pain. When they dropped to their knees, the pirates behind them took aim and shot up the young recruits. The inexperienced girls made shrill squeals when the life-snuffing energy beams punched through their catsuits. They twirled on their feet before their knees buckled and they fell, never to get up again …

There were two more Civs left to defend the corridor: a well-endowed beauty with oil-black curly hair and a blonde nymphet with two pigtails. They made war cries with their backs against the wall, firing wildly into the ranks of Brijena’s advancing pirates. A pirate with orange-dyed hair and one hand feeling her crotch got shot between the tits. She froze like a statue, her eyes wide open and her hand still working inside her panties. Blood oozed out of the terrible wound and trickled down her ribs and past her abdomen, until it met with her pleasuring hand and began to soak her tiny thatch of pubic hair. She dropped her gun and her eyelids began to flutter. Her highly-glossed lower lip quivered, possibly from sexual delight, or possibly from the shock of the laser hit to the center of her chest. It didn’t matter: the two sensations mingled into one as the orange-haired pirate babe quivered from the bursting orgasm she had. Her thighs shook like they were made of jelly; she swayed and teetered for another second, then finally crumpled to the floor. She was sprawled out, dead, with her hand still tucked into her panties, still fingering her clit as the last waves of orgasm rocked her at the moment of her death.

Raunchy death came for another of Brijena’s girls. A Latina pirate in thigh-high boots got a trio of laser hits from the blonde Civvie. Her belly and boobs were sizzling with fire, and tattered parts of her tight top fell away, showing off an erect nipple. Her hands immediately dove for her sex; both hands plunged under her miniskirt and began pumping at her pussy. At the same time, the Latina fell backwards and slid down the corridor wall, landing on her butt with both legs spread wide apart. Her thigh boots rattled against the sweaty skin of her legs as she writhed in pain and pleasure, throwing her head around like a supermodel posing for a photo shoot. Her knees rose and fell rhythmically as she fucked herself, strung out on nova pills and suffering through horrible pain. The pirate babe moaned softly, eyes closed, body twitching with spasms. Right when she looked as if she would climax, her head fell to one side and her legs stretched out and stopped moving. Her hands fell limp inside her skirt. She was sexy, dead meat and nothing more.

The pigtailed blonde Civ made an orgasmic scream when pirate gunfire hit her across her crotch, stomach, and boobs. She sailed backwards, losing her gun while airborne, and slammed into a wall. Sliding down it, she left behind streaks of blood from her exit wounds. Like the Latina pirate she’d killed, she landed on her ass with both legs spread wide … Only the prim Civ didn’t die with her hands in her pussy like the dirty pirate slut.

The black-haired Civ with big boobs fired. Rapid machine gun bursts cut across the ranks of a trio of pirate babes, scorching their bodies from clavicle to pubic bone. The three girls shuddered and shook, groaning mightily. Their hands reached for their groins; fingers began to glide into moist, pink folds … The Civ shot them again; the hammering of the gunfire made the pirates’ hands vibrate inside their wet slits – they gyrated their hips out of pure, drug-induced lust … Flares of flame and smoke shot from the pieces of their clothing charred by laser beams … The three pirates collapsed on the floor, draping on top of each other with legs intertwined. The pile of damaged girl-flesh moved with jerky spasms, convulsing through death and orgasm. Leather boots squeaked as feet flexed inside; their bodies undulated against each other, pressed skin-to-bloody-skin, dying with gasping moans and panting breaths. A final heave of their hips was followed by juicy, squishy wet sounds coming from fingers that were deep inside their drenched pussies … and then the three girls stopped wriggling and lay perfectly, silently dead.

The black-haired Civ got raked with laser gunfire. Her big boobs bounced around inside her tight-fitting uniform as shots ripped her all over. Her face made a twisted expression of agony and arousal; where her catsuit had been burned apart, she slapped her hands to her tits and began pinching her nipples. She stretched out on the ground, rolling and moaning, one hand still pinching her erect nipple, the other ranging for a hole in her suit that would grant access to her love box. She continued to get shot, her big boobs taking several more hits, but that didn’t stop her from writhing and moaning in ecstasy. She jerked with each gunshot and kept diddling herself. Finally, when her body could take no more, she let out a loud “Ohhhhhh!”, kicked out her silver boots, and went limp.

Brijena knelt beside the large-breasted Civ and opened a pouch on her belt. Inside was a small vial of pills.

“These are against regulation, trooper,” said Brijena to the dead Civ. “I was wondering why you died like that. Shame on you. You are a disgrace to stuck-up Civvies everywhere. C’mon, girls – let’s get to the bridge.”

 

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“How did they board the ship?” Commander Navala was furious. “How did you let them aboard?”

“Ma’am,” the lieutenant who’d made the mistake said to her commanding officer, “I … I …”

“Never mind now – we have to stop them from taking back the ship. Reinforcements are on the way.”

“Aye, ma’am.”

When the screen went black, Navala shook her head. “We just handed back the ship to them!”

…

Claxi and Miranza were bringing up the rear of a large force of outlaws taking over the Screwmaiden. They were pushing ahead to the bridge, discussing their escape strategy.

“They’ll try to knock us out,” said Claxi, “so we’ll need to be quick. They won’t try to destroy us so close to Depot Delta; it’s too dangerous.”

“Where are we going to go?” asked Miranza, hoping for something exotic.

“We’ll set a course for Ampalavisse. It’s not far from here; we can resupply and hopefully recruit some young women to join the crew.”

“We’ll need a lot of recruits,” Miranza said with a falling voice. “We’ve lost a lot of girls today.”

“And many more before this is over,” said Claxi. “Here; look – Civ reinforcements boarding from the docking bay right now. You stop them here, and I’m going to join Brijena and take control of the ship.”

Claxi turned, snapped her fingers at two young pirates, and the three of them climbed a stairwell to get to the bridge. Miranza heard the sound of gunfire erupting down the corridor.

“Thanks,” she said under her breath. “Leave me here to do the dirty work!”

A flock of Civvies that had been waiting in the docking bay expecting a frontal assault scrambled up the boarding ramp to the Screwmaiden. They rushed headlong into a wall of corsairs firing their laser guns. The oncoming curtain of hot, burning energy scythed into their ranks, cutting down ten of them at once. They face-planted and flopped onto their bellies, forming a silver row of dead women that the following Civs had to step over. The pirates lashed out at the second line of Civ girls, blowing away another handful of young, arrogant girls. Their dead bodies came to rest just beyond the first casualties, the soles of their boots just touching the hair of the fallen women behind them. And so it was with a third wave of Civ troopers: they had just managed to sidestep their way through a macabre display of corpses when they met fiery death head-on.

“Auuughhhh, I’m hit!”

“Noooooo!”

“Ugghhhhh!”

Groans, grunts, moans, and cries of misery came from the unfortunate Civs. The fronts of their shiny catsuits took incredible abuse at the hands of the pirate wenches … Proud breasts jutted forward as death rays punished them. Girls went down cursing and spitting, angry that they’d been wasted by such a tawdry bunch of tarts … A humiliating way to die!

Claxi’s crew was thoroughly enjoying the lopsided slaughter. They paused frequently in the heat of battle to touch themselves as they watched squads of Civvies rush at them, only to die horribly. The Civvies looked like a school of fish in turmoil, flashing to and fro in their silvery suits, not knowing which way to swim to safety.

“Look at ‘em all die, the bitches!” laughed a pirate in a tight, black corset with skull-and-crossbones figures stitched on the nipples. She kept laughing as she shot a hapless Civ girl in the crotch, sending the poor thing into a fatal tailspin. “Eat my heat, you fucking whores!”

The corridor was filled with thick smoke, obscuring visibility between the two forces. The pirate in the corset stopped laughing and strained her eyes to see the enemy.

“Where the hell are they?” she asked. “Did they – Uhhhhh!”

A laser tore through the smoke and hit one of the skull-and-crossbones on her corset. She jumped backwards. A hand cupped her tit as tiny trails of smoke rose from the burned nipple. She looked down and growled in anger.

“Fuckin’ CIVS! It’ll take a lot more than THAT to stop – Umph! Umph! Umph!”

Three more lasers cut through the dark, smoky hallway and pushed deep into Corset Girl’s chest and belly. She immediately dropped onto her ass and began squirming in pain. Her life was fading, and all she could feel was disgust at having been killed by a bunch of dolled-up princesses playing soldier … I deserve to die, she thought before she was engulfed in black … I’m a pathetic excuse for a pirate …

She wasn’t the only pirate to go down. The Civs filled with corridor with automatic fire, sending short, rapid bursts of energy into the barely-clothed pirate crew at the other end. A whole row of pirates danced around to the machine gun shooting, wobbling on their feet as they got shot up. Their ruined bodies spilled to the side, out of the line of fire, allowing a better shot at the girls behind them. They, too, were struck by a furious onslaught of Civil Guard wrath. Sluts in bikini tops, skirts and boots were flung into the air, tossed aside like rag dolls. The hall was filled with expanses of smooth, feminine skin writhing around in terrible fits. Boots scraped against the floor in futile attempts to stand up.

Miranza could feel the crush of women retreating. Her girls were getting pushed back into the ship.

“Hold them off!” she cried over the cacophony of battle. “We’re making a stand here! They aren’t getting on board our ship!”

…

At the bridge, the Civ lieutenant and her small group of women were preparing to be attacked …

Brijena and her squad approached the bridge. Several Civs were kneeling in front of the door, ready to shoot. They blasted a pirate standing next to Brijena, punching a hole through her chest that sent a heavy drizzle of blood onto the women standing behind her. When she crumpled dead, the women behind her opened fire on the kneeling Civs. A pair of ponytailed beauties shouted obscenities as the gunfire hit them in their breasts. They sputtered and spat blood as they died at the feet of their fellow troopers.

Brijena felt an energy burst whoosh past her ear, but she didn’t flinch. She calmly aimed her laser pistol at the Civ babe who’d fired at her but missed. A pair of shimmering rays zipped into the Civ girl’s stomach, causing her to double over and fall dead. Brijena’s girls took out the remaining shooters, dusting them with a shower of lasers that knocked them to the floor and made them die wild, convulsive deaths.

The pirates opened the door to the bridge and instantly got hammered with gunfire. An Asian pirate chick dressed in matching top and hotpants took the brunt of the hammering. Her petite frame was battered around by the Civ defenders, causing her multiple, long earrings to clang loudly against each other. She yelled out a final “fuck” and slid to the floor, one black boot tucked under the opposite thigh … Two more pirate wenches died in the sudden firefight, collapsing halfway inside the bridge so that Brijena and her girls were forced to step on them to get inside …

As Brijena stepped through the door, the shootout was raging all around her. She immediately noticed the Civ lieutenant in charge firing her pistol at the pirates. With her zakin already in hand, Brijena reached back and made a forceful throw. The spear-like tip gored through the center of the lieutenant’s mass, ripping her deep and sticking in her body. The lieutenant grabbed the shaft of the zakin, as if to yank it out, but she was already dead. Blood trickled from her lips as she sank out of view, snuffing out behind a control panel.

“I just did Commander Navala a favor,” mused Brijena at the death of the woman who’d mistakenly let the pirates board the ship.

The Civs guarding the bridge put up a valiant fight, but by the looks on their faces, they knew they were dead. Brijena’s girls swarmed the control room, trying hard not to miss their targets … unlike the Civs, who were firing with wild abandon in the hopes that the controls would be too damaged to function. When they got close enough, the pirates switched from guns to blades, unsheathing their mighty zakins for close quarters battle. The Civs stared in wide-eyed fear of the zakin-wielding pirates, having no answer for the savage weapons. Instead, they kept shooting their laser guns, sometimes placing the barrels directly against the bellies of attacking pirates. It was the disadvantage of using an archaic weapon in a high-tech battle: the heavy blades were not easy to lift, and in the split second it took even a strong and capable pirate to raise one over her head, a Civvie could easily point her gun at a pirate’s exposed navel and punch a burning hole through it. Several of Brijena’s girls died this way, attempting to hack their foes and getting shot through the midriff instead.

The zakins did have one advantage: when they successfully struck a blow, they did gruesome damage that was terrifying to witness. One pirate swung her blade down on a cowering Civ princess, slicing right through both her breasts. Blood poured out in a river; the Civ sprawled on her back and gagged, looking up in fear at her attacker. The spear point came down again, this time impaling the helpless Civ through the heart. Her body lurched on the spike, quivering from its lethal piercing. When the pirate withdrew the blood-soaked weapon, the other Civs could see its glinting steel in the dim light, covered in bright, crimson death …

Another zakin slashed at a horror-struck Civ babe. As the blade cut through her neck, her head separated from her body and floated in midair for a second, bearing the same exact expression of terror, before it fell to the floor with a thud. The headless body remained upright for another second or two, gushing blood, and then it dumped itself into a corner, twitching slightly for a long time …

… The severed head rolled until it came to rest against the leg of a Civvie who was seated behind a console chair. She looked at the horrific object and screamed. While her mouth was open wide, a pirate rushed at her, shoving her zakin straight into the girl’s screaming mouth. Her scream instantly changed into a garbled, warbling sputter that sent blood frothing from her lips. As the pirate twisted the blade inside, the Civ managed to raise her gun and squeeze off a shot. It flew upwards and into the skirt of the pirate babe, sizzling her pubic hair and frying her pussy. She let out a raging cry and fell to one side, dying slowly but never taking her hands off her zakin …

A Civ trooper machine-gunned a pirate in the guts, splattering her viscera everywhere, but the pirate managed to throw her weight forward and plunge her spear into the Civ’s belly. The two enemies locked up, the pirate jamming the blade into the Civ, the Civ continuing to machine-gun the pirate … As the pirate wench jiggled to the machine gun fire, she took the shaft of her spear and straddled it, grinding her crotch roughly against it. Drugged into a frenzy, she fucked herself with her zakin, like so many times before, but this time would be the last. She smiled and begged the Civ to keep killing her; she wanted to die with her wet pussy sliding on her treasured weapon. The two women were close enough to kiss, and for a second, the pirate’s lips hovered near the Civ’s, teasing them with their glistening invitation. But it never happened: the two women melted into each other, embracing in death, sliding together to the floor. The pirate’s body tangled with the Civ’s, and as the Civ faded into death, she could feel the revolting sensation of the dirty slut having an orgasm on top of her.

Brijena retrieved her zakin from the chest of the dead Civ lieutenant. She looked around the room; everywhere, pirates were finishing off Civ troops, thrusting blades deep into their bodies while thrusting their hips against the shafts in acts of masturbation. There was soft moaning as the victorious pirates pleasured themselves at the expense of the dead Civs. At that moment, Claxi and her guards stepped onto the bridge. She smiled regally at her return to her beloved ship, but then cast a frown at all the damage to the room. She knew it wouldn’t be easy to fly the Screwmaiden with so much damage.

Claxi strolled among the corpses of the battle, casually firing a pistol shot or two into a prone Civ girl to make sure she was dead … Even if the Civvie was already dead, Claxi did it for the enjoyment of seeing the dead girl jump a little.

“We need to get out of here,” said Claxi as she approached the command console where Brijena was standing. “Right now.”

“But we have our girls in the docking ramp right now,” countered Brijena. “We can’t leave while they’re still inside. If we do an emergency separation from the dock, they’ll all get blown into space and die!”

“Your point is …?” said Claxi. “I said now. I mean now. Let’s get the engines started and get out of here.”

“But Miranza is still down there … With at least three hundred girls … We can’t …”

“Shut up!” shouted Claxi. “I’m trying to save my ship, not Miranza or anyone else! Do it!”

Brijena stood in stony silence. She was covered in blood, wearing nothing but a g-string and the white militia boots. She knew that pirates were expendable, but she never thought that a lieutenant as respected as Miranza would become mere cannon fodder. What was going to happen to Brijena in a similar situation?

“Aye aye, Captain,” said Brijena.

…

In the docking ramp, Miranza and the pirates were in a hellish firefight. The Civs were making progress, pushing the pirates back toward the Screwmaiden. But Miranza told her crew to hold fast, and they were following orders. The two sides came closer together, clashing at short distance, until no one could avoid being shot by lasers. The only protection was the person next to you: if she took the hit, all the better, because it meant you were still alive …

… Except in some cases. Three pirates were standing, one in front of another, when a powerful laser seared through all three women at once. It shot through one pirate, out her back, into the next, and so on … Until all three girls crumpled together.

Miranza could feel the heat of the laser fire that killed three women at once. She felt the skin of the pirates around her slippery with sweat and blood. She looked behind her to see if the Civs were making it aboard the ship; they were very close. Miranza jockeyed for position, going shoulder to shoulder with her women as they shot it out.

The boarding ramp was somewhat narrow, and could only fit a line of about ten women across. So on one end of the ramp were Miranza’s forces, ten across, and the attacking Civs were on the other end, ten across. The two forces exchanged gunfire at close distance; there was no room for escape or cover. Inevitably, the ten pirates and the ten Civs in front would get snuffed, and they would fall unmourned where they stood. Ten more pirates and ten more Civs would step into the gap, standing above the freshly killed girls, knowing that they, too, would be killed in seconds. It was as if they were taking turns, and the next in line had nowhere to go but forward and face annihilation. Even if they wanted to turn and run, there was no way to do it because of the crush of fighters behind them. So they boldly pushed ahead, heading to certain death.

Some of them tried to delay the inevitable as long as possible by kneeling, crouching, or lying completely flat on the floor. Some tried to nestle themselves against the dead or dying bodies of their comrades, affording a tiny bit of protection. It was hopeless: the barrage of opposing laser fire was relentless, and no matter how hard they tried to survive, almost every girl who stepped to the front line of that skirmish was dead within ten seconds.

The piles of bodies grew. The ramp was clogged with them, knots of once-beautiful female limbs and trunks all twisted together in ugly contortions. The pile jiggled; some were barely alive, others were dead and still twitching. The paradoxical fact was that the higher the piles of dead women grew, the better the chances to find some cover and survive. So the girls in the back almost gladly welcomed seeing their friends bite the dust in front of them, because it meant that they might have a chance to live after all.

Miranza watched her pirates dying in thick droves. She felt a quick orgasm wash over her body as she recognized a few of the dead; especially the ones she’d bedded. For some reason, it was hot to see them get killed. The agony of their death throes reminded her of the beautiful contortions their bodies made when they came. She fingered herself quickly, relieving the tension, but reminded herself that she had a battle to fight. She waited for the throng of pirates to swell forward where she could take a shot.

Now the two sides were inches apart. Death was sudden and fast all around. Instinctively, the pirates reached for their zakins … The Civs cut them down fast. But not all the pirates were so unlucky: many of them managed to grip the spears and slash at the attacking Civs. The shining blades swiped through the leading Civs, tearing them to pieces, cutting off limbs. Screams of intense horror filled the ramp, and yet the battle continued to rage. Pirate girls were getting pumped full of gunshots at point blank range, dying with their zakins in hand. And the Civs were being slaughtered like livestock, slashed apart by the swinging blades.

Miranza was about to chop off the head of a Civ girl when several, loud explosions shook the boarding ramp. Explosive charges were going off behind them, releasing the Screwmaiden from its mooring. Miranza turned around in disbelief; for a split second, the fighting stopped, as both sides realized just how screwed they were.

“What? How?” Miranza watched as the ceiling of the ramp began to flex and tear. “This can’t be happening! Claxi can’t be doing this to us! We’ve fought so bravely for her!”

The boarding ramp exploded with force. The pirate ship tore away from its dock, leaving behind the pirates and Civs fighting inside. The entire complex went into sudden decompression; the starry vacuum of space was visible to every woman inside that compartment. As air exploded into the vacuum, it sucked every single combatant into the void. Pirates and Civs alike were ejected into space, thrown into the empty blackness outside Depot Delta.

Miranza survived for only a few more seconds. She saw bodies everywhere: some were corpses from the battle, but some were still alive. They froze almost immediately; their blood boiled inside. They became lifeless figurines tossed about on the cosmic waves; no one lived, no one on either side. Space had a way of evening out the squabbles of people. As Miranza’s vision quickly faded, she felt the cold sting of death encroaching all around, and wondered what she had done wrong to warrant such a fate from her captain …

…

“I can’t believe she did that,” said Commander Navala. “Sacrificed that many pirates for her ship. She must really like that piece of shit.”

“Shields are active,” said an ensign. “Awaiting orders to fire.”

“Fire at will.”

Navala’s cruiser, still docked, opened fire on the Screwmaiden. The energy bolts slammed into the hull of the pirate ship, but were dissipated by the presence of force fields.

“Huh,” said Navala. “She got her shields working quickly. Wily bitch, that Claxi. Let’s see if she can run.”

“Shouldn’t be able to,” said the ensign. “The main telemetry files were deleted; the dynamic optimization sequencers were erased; and we disconnected a bunch of pipes and wires for good measure.”

The Screwmaiden drifted for a few seconds, freed from its docking station, as Navala and her crew watched. It moved away on low thruster power, drifting amid the dead bodies of hundreds of pirates and Civs who’d been killed in the decompression. Just then, there was a powerful shudder through Navala’s ship as the Screwmaiden warped space-time and jumped to another location. It disappeared instantly.

“Shit!” cried Navala, slamming her fist down. “How did she get that thing working again?”

The ensign just stared in slack-jawed disbelief.

“I should know better,” said Navala. “She always has an exit plan, a secret way out. Wily bitch! I’m going to find out where you went, and I’m going to track you down … You’ll see.”

…

Aboard the Screwmaiden, Brijena stared silently as Claxi enjoyed piloting her ship.

“I forgot how fun it is to manage it from here,” said Claxi. “It’s more work than I remember.”

“You wouldn’t have to work at all if you hadn’t let your pilots get killed,” said Brijena.

“Are you still upset about my decision to sacrifice those girls?”

“It was 90 percent of our crew,” said Brijena. “We can’t operate this ship with so few girls aboard.”

“You can run a star cruiser with a pilot and a couple of grease monkeys,” snapped Claxi. “Don’t give me that bullshit. I’ve been around a lot longer than you.”

“And I know how you’ve managed to be around a lot longer,” said Brijena. “You’ve killed anyone who’s gotten too close, haven’t you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Miranza,” said Brijena. “She was your deputy. She would’ve been the next in line to take over the Screwmaiden. But you didn’t want that to happen, did you? What, do you think you can live forever?” Brijena, still soaked in blood, was pacing in front of the captain now.

“Be careful, girl,” said Claxi. “This is bordering on mutiny.”

“Oh, it’s more than mutiny,” said Brijena. With that, she rushed forward and grabbed Claxi’s zakin, stealing it from her and holding it aloft. The entire crew of the bridge gasped at the symbolic meaning of such a move. “It’s murder.”

“Stop her!” cried Claxi.

No one on the bridge moved a muscle as Brijena shoved the zakin deep into Claxi’s body. The pirate captain lurched in her chair and spat blood, looking with contempt at her lieutenant.

“You … you fucking bitch!” she mumbled. “You have no idea what you’re doing! You think you can be a pirate captain without sacrificing your crew? Well, good luck!”

Claxi’s eyelids fluttered. She slumped in her chair a little, and then her breathing stopped. Brijena withdrew the zakin and let the dead captain slide to the floor. She looked around at everyone on the bridge. They nodded their heads silently, affirming their new allegiance.

“This is my ship now,” Brijena announced to the bridge. “If anyone has a problem with that, come talk to me.”