The Other Adventures of Nancy#6:  Pirates Ahoy!
By DeannaTroi


This is a work of fiction.  It contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18.  All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older.  Nancy and all the other characters  in this story are my own creation.  There is a brief mention of Delta City which is the world created by Mr. X.  Feel free to use my characters in your own stories as long as you try and keep their characters in line with what is shown in these stories.  You can send all feedback to:

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[What has gone before that matters:  Nancy is an agent for a group of mysterious employers who are fighting to save humanity  from powerful forces trying to exterminate it.  Their base in Limbo was attacked and destroyed and apparently killing Nancy's employers.  Their last message to her said it was up to her to prevent the destruction of humanity.  To that end, they imbued her ring with the ability to take her to crucial times and places across the multiverse where her actions might be able to make a difference.]


"Pssst, over here," whispered a voice.

Nancy looked around from her hands and knees position on the deck of the spaceship she had just appeared on and saw a small, brown haired woman peering out a cabin door at her.  Since she was naked and covered in cum, Nancy figured the woman  was probably wondering just what in the hell she was doing there.  "Yes?" inquired Nancy with an arch of an eyebrow.

"Um, I think the pirates are just about to board us and um I am not sure you want to be out there in the corridor looking like that," said the woman.

Nancy considered this and glanced at the airlock that was still cycling just down the corridor.  It might not make any difference in the long run, but she supposed joining the woman in her cabin would at least give her  a chance to clean-up before the raping and dying started which was what she rather expected from pirates.  Accordingly, Nancy scrambled to her feet and slipped into the cabin as the brown haired woman stepped aside to let her enter.  The door slid shut and the woman locked it just as the airlock opened and a dozen hard looking men and women stormed onto the ship.

"Um, my name is Brianna," said the woman extending her hand after a moment's hesitation as she took in the state of Nancy's cum caked body.  She looked like she wished she hadn't offered the traditional greeting, but was much too polite to retract her hand.

""I'm Nancy," said the blonde.  "Let me have a shower and then I'll be glad to shake your hand."

"You um want to have a shower when we are being invaded by pirates?" asked an astonished Brianna.

"Yep," agreed Nancy.  "I suspect it will help with my plan."

"Plan?" echoed a confused looking Brianna.

"Yes, my plan on how to dispose of the pirates," replied Nancy as she started moving towards the small bathroom of the cabin.

"Dispose of the pirates?" repeated Brianna who was wishing she could stop sounding like a parrot.  "You sound like it is no big deal to dispose of a gang of murderous pirates.  I mean, who knows what they are already doing.  People could be dying or worse and yet you want to take a shower?"

"Oh, I'm sure they haven't started the killing and raping yet," said Nancy over her shoulder.  "The first thing they will do is secure the bridge and engineering.  The captain sounded like he wasn't going to do anything stupid, so I should have a little time.  Back in a flash."

"Raping?" gulped Brianna nervously as she swung her gaze to check that the door was indeed locked.  By the time she returned her vision to the naked blonde, she was already in the bathroom and she could hear water running in the small shower you got with an economy class cabin.

* * *

Captain Johannes Brixton was indeed a sensible man, but he wasn't sure at the moment that would be enough to get him out of this situation alive.  When his unarmed ship, Molly G had been hailed by the pirates, he had done the only thing he could which was to cut his engines and let the pirates close and board him.  He knew his employers, Galactic Spaceways, and their insurance company wouldn't like his decision, but they could kiss his ass, assuming said ass ever made it to a port for them to perform the action.  He knew that the Molly G which was a combined passenger and freight ship could never outrun the pirates and if he hadn't followed their instructions, they would have started blowing holes in the ship.  Surrendering had allowed himself, the crew and the passengers to live a little while longer, but Brixton knew that with pirates there was no guarantee that living status would last long.

"Here is the full list of our cargo," said Captain Brixton handing a pad to the pirate in charge of the boarding party.

The pirate who called himself Lobo, despite having facial features more in line with an Asian ancestry, took the pad and scanned it then swore.  "This is mainly agricultural equipment.  Do you know how fucking hard it is to fence agricultural equipment?  We will be lucky to get ten percent of their worth."

"My heart bleeds for you," replied Captain Brixton and instantly regretted saying anything.  That regret was compounded when Lobo smashed a fist into the captain's gut and doubled him over.  Even as he fought for breath, Brixton saw his first mate Helen Taylor flush with anger and start to move towards him across the bridge and he managed to give her a discreet hand signal to back off.  There was no point in her getting herself killed over his stupidity.

"I trust you will watch your mouth from now on if you want to live," sneered Lobo as Brixton straightened up.  "Now, I want a list of all the passengers.  Maybe some of them will net something as hostages along with the ship itself."

"Get him the passenger list," Brixton gasped at Helen and when she hesitated, he put a little bark into his voice.  "Now First Mate!".  He didn't like having to do that, but he had dealt with pirates before and she hadn't, so she was probably under the impression that she was dealing with sane people and not the kind of people who would shoot you out of hand for the merest of reasons.

* * *

"Er, I guess you must have been at some wild party onboard that I didn't hear about," said Brianna when Nancy emerged from the bathroom with the largest towel she could find wrapped around her body.  Largest in this case didn't mean the same thing as large as there was plenty of cleavage hanging over the top of the towel and it just barely covered the blonde's shaved pussy.  Brianna found the sight rather distracting and made her question her proclaimed sexual orientation for the first time.

"It's a long story," replied Nancy who now shook the other woman's hand.  Nancy wouldn't have minded a longer shower to remove all the gunk from her body, but the amount of hot water allocated to an economy class cabin was decidedly limited.
  
"Are we really in danger?" asked Brianna as she released Nancy's hand.  "I thought pirates would just take the cargo and take off.  That is what happens in all the holovid dramas."

Nancy sighed and cursed Hollywood, New Hollywood and Even Newer Hollywood which had succeeded Los Angelas after it had been wiped out by the long awaited monster earthquake and Buffalo which had been destroyed by as yet unidentified and terrifying causes.  Even Newer Hollywood was now located in Antarctica which was quite a nice place now that all the ice had melted and the penguins were killed off so they weren't crapping all over the place.  "Reality isn't like the holovids," said Nancy.  "The pirates aren't misunderstood heroes with hearts of gold who steal from the rich spacelines to give to the poor and they don't take the brave. spunky leading lady with them as she throws off her shackles to find herself a bright new destiny among the stars."

"oh," was all Brianna could find to say as her daydreams were shattered.  She was an accountant for one of the huge megacorps and had been saving for ten years to afford her trip of a lifetime on a real spaceliner and so far it had been totally devoid of the excitement and romance of the holovids, at least until she heard the captain's announcement about the pirates and finding a naked woman just outside her cabin.  Given her sexual orientation, a naked man would have been preferable, but beggars couldn't be choosers and maybe she shouldn't be so picky.

"Oh, they will steal the cargo," agreed Nancy, "but they will probably try and ransom any passengers who are rich enough.  The crew and the passengers who aren't worth enough to try ransoming will probably just get shoved out the nearest airlock without a spacesuit to cut down on witnesses.  That normally doesn't happen until after the pirates have had their way with any of the passengers they find attractive."

"Um, aren't they worried about the rich passengers being able to identify them after they are ransomed?" asked Brianna.

"Not really," replied Nancy.  "The pirates normally get the ransomed passengers to sign a non disclosure agreement before letting them go.  It's been standard practice for sexual predators for years"

"But these are pirates, not some huge megacorp executive or politician," protested Brianna.

Nancy shrugged.  "The executives and politicians just dress better, the actions are the same. Do you mind if I use your computer?"  Brianna nodded and Nancy sat down at the small screen and keyboard that came with an economy class cabin.  She really wished she had her tablet which would make gathering the information she needed a lot easier, but Perfection had trashed that as well.  All she had come away with was her ring and the little red dragon pin that she currently wore hidden in her hair.  The "computer" was little more than a dumb terminal, but it did give her access to the ship's main computer.  She noted the date which was roughly what she had expected from her limited time here.  In her travels for her employers, Nancy had visited a wide variety of times and places and while those memories were wiped on a conscious level, useful tidbits still floated to the top of her subconscious when she needed them.

When it came to computers, Nancy was somewhat of a specialist.  She really could care less about word processors, spreadsheets and most of social media other than how to hack them if needed.  That hacking was her specialty and she now set about slipping into the security systems of the Molly G, such as they were.  There were a dozen pirates on board, split between the bridge and engineering while the pirate ship with the roll your eyes name of Death Bringer stood off from the liner with her guns trained on the Moly G.

Fascinated, Brianna was peering over Nancy's shoulder as the blonde worked and trying her best not to notice the clear view of the other woman's nipples this gave her.  "I don't get it, she said at last.  "If there are only a dozen of them and they are split into two groups, why don't the captain and crew jump them?  This ship must have something like fifty or sixty crew and there are a couple hundred passengers who could help."

"63 crew and 212 passengers," replied Nancy.  "It isn't that simple.  The boarding party of a pirate ship is expendable and everyone knows that.  In fact, it actually protects them.  If the crew of a boarded ship does decide to resist, the pirate ship will just blow them out of space.  That's why they don't dock with the victim, but send over a shuttle with a boarding party while they remain safely out of reach with their guns trained on their victim.  The crew of the target has to hope the pirates aren't the 'killing for fun type, but they are almost always that type and by then it's too late."

"But you said you had a plan?" asked Brianna hopefully.

"Yes," replied Nancy.  "Unfortunately, it starts with me getting my brains fucked out."

* * *

Captain Nebula as indicated by his grandiose self selected name was an ambitious man who dreamed of one day being the emperor of a vast pirate kingdom.  At the moment, however, he had one medium sized ship that was mortgaged to the hilt through his brother-in-law's bank which listed it on its books as an independent trader.  If it wasn't for the prospect of his baby sister nagging him for the rest of his life, he would gladly have shot Morty and disposed of the mortgage.  In fact if she tried to foist another totally vegan meal on him the next time he visited them, he might just do it anyway.  Captain Nebula shoved that pleasant daydream to the back of his mind and refocussed his concentration on First Mate Lobo who was waiting expectantly at the other end of their communications link.  "I contacted Bigelow at Galactic Spaceways and told him our demands.  He has got twelve hours to get back to us before we start tossing people out the airlocks with spacesuits."

Lobo grunted.  "Well that at least gives us some time for a little entertainment before we hear back from them."

Nebula nodded.  "Send over a couple of lovelies for those of us stuck here watching your asses."

"Will do," grinned Lobo.  "I will personally select someone for you."

Nebula sighed.  "Well in that case, at least clean them up before you send them over.  Nebula clear," and he broke the connection.

* * *

Alexander "Big Al" Bigelow was the President and CEO of Galactic Spaceways.  He sat back in his large, comfortable chair in his office on the 412th floor of the Galactic Spaceways head office building in New Detroit and looked down at his executive assistant Rebecca as she knelt between his legs with her mouth wrapped around his cock.  The large breasted brunette was doing her usual excellent job as her tongue danced over his most sensitive area and he had to exert a modicum of control not to blast his load into her mouth too soon.  Rebecca must be really desperate to get permission to move out of Old Detroit into the new city Galactic Spaceways had constructed for their top executives and friends.  Bigelow couldn't blame Rebecca since the old city was little more than a rat infested, crime riddled slum, though some historians said it had always been that way.  Bigelow was tempted to authorize Rebecca's request for housing in New Detroit, but he was afraid it would take the edge off her enthusiastic morning blowjobs.

"You are doing great Becky," he told her and patted her head.  He knew she hated that nickname, but that made it all the more fun to use it.  "I have to make a call to Mendez over at Universal Insurance, but you keep on with your good work.  When I'm done, I will reward you with a nice thick load down your throat."  Bigelow gave a mental snicker as he reached for the communication controls on his screen.  He hadn't told the dumb bitch about the special drug he had just started taking which produced a ten fold increase in semen volume.  Poor little Becky was going to get a much bigger surprise than she expected.

"Mendez here," said a smooth voice that belonged to a middle aged man with well kept, short dark hair.

"Hello George," said Bigelow.  "How are things with you today."

"Same old, same old," said Mendez.  "Vicky is giving me my regular blowjob as we speak."  Mendez briefly panned a camera down to show his own executive assistant with her mouth totally filled with his fat cock as he rested a firm hand on the top of her head to keep her nose pressed into his groin.  Victoria Lewis hated the Vicky form of her name as much as Rebecca Dallas did, Becky but like her friend she had no choice but to put up with it.  In the case of the red head who was trying to breathe around Mendez's throat plugging meat, she needed the heart medicine for her mother that only the company could provide.

"Have you got the details yet on the Molly G situation?" asked Bigelow.

"Yes, I was just scanning it when you called me," confirmed Mendez.  "I take it you want the ship back undamaged?"

"That's right," agreed Bigelow and he had to stifle a moan as he felt Becky take his balls into her warm mouth and begin to suck on them.  "The Molly G is only half depreciated, so Nebula should be told not to punch any holes in her."

"That's fine," said Mendez.  "I will pass it down the chain via our cut-off’s so that he gets the message."  The insurance CEO paused for a few seconds to thrust his hips a few times to make Vicky gag as he always loved that sound.  "I take it you have a buyer for the agricultural equipment?"

"Yep," agreed Bigelow.  "That stuff was to go to some whining colonists on Drexal 3, but once our guy pays Nebula ten percent of the book value, I have some desperate folks over at Hwking 2 who will pay a forty percent premium for it.  It seems that their last orders of agricultural equipment got taken by pirates and another shipment was lost when we wrote off Troubadour by blowing it up last year."

"Real shame their insurance didn't cover either pirates or that engineering problem," said Mendez  as he eased his cock back a bit as Vicky was looking a little blue around the face.

"Yep, a real shame," snickered Bigelow as he reached down and pulled Becky's mouth off his nuts and shoved it back down on his cock.  "I figure in another six months those colonists on Drexal 3 will be willing to pay the same premium for their equipment."

"No doubt," laughed Mendez.  "What about the crew and passengers?"

"Swallow every inch of it Becky," said Bigelow before returning his attention to the screen.  "Captain Brixton has been with us 37 years and is getting ready to retire.  He has built up a nice fat pension, so I think he shouldn't survive this pirate attack.  His pension fund is with one of our subsidiary companies and we can freeze it and reclaim it on the pretense he was in on the caper and so the money defaults back to us.  We can probably take his wife's pension fund as well since it is with the same bank and of course she was in cahoots with him.  That will net us a couple of million each with our usual fifty-fifty split."

Mendez grunted and once more began to thrust his cock in and out of Vicky's mouth faster and deeper.  Making money always made him hornier.  "Any others that shouldn't survive this little adventure?" he asked his counterpart.

Bigelow scanned the list.  "We might as well be sure to take out Jenkins and Nagowa as well as they are not far from retirement either.  An assistant engineer and a cargo officer won't net us much, but the wife wants to redecorate our cottage on the Black Sea and that should cover it."

"Anyone else?" asked Mendez.  "If not, I am just about ready to blow a load down Vicky's throat here."

"Yeah," said Bigelow.  "The First Mate, Taylor has been stirring up a little bit of shit with her reports about safety violations and other stuff.  She is kind of good looking, so maybe Nebula will adopt her and get her out of my hair."

"Any of the passengers a concern?" asked Mendez who felt his balls begin to tingle and knew he wasn't far from blowing.

"The only one I see that is worth anything is Senator Alexei Zuberov's daughter Olga," replied Bigelow.  "He was on the holonews the other week talking about some kind of a conspiracy between the shipping and insurance companies to deny benefits.  I am willing to bet he would pay a few million to get his precious bitch back and then to keep his dumb mouth shut in the future."

"Sounds good," replied Mendez.  "I will pass the instructions on to Nebula via our contacts.  If he wants any of the others to play with then that will be up to him.  Everyone on the ship has a policy with us as per your terms of agreement when they bought their tickets or signed their contracts.  The usual 'colusion with pirates' excuse will keep us from having to pay out for any accidents that happen."

"Talk to you later then," said Bigelow as he closed the connection and then with a long moan of withheld pleasure, he began to pump his super duty load into Becky's astonished mouth.  "Swallow it all Becky," he commanded her.  "I don't want a drop on this carpet.  If there is a cum stain under my desk, you will be living in Old Detroit until hell freezes over."  Becky rolled her eyes up to look at him worriedly and clamped her lips tighter around his shaft as she felt the massive load of thick jizz being pumped down her throat.  Mendez wasn't as fastidious as Bigelow as after Vicky had swallowed several mouthfuls of his jizz, he let the rest of it loose on her face.  If he got cum on the rug then so be it as he wanted to change the colour scheme of his office anyway.

* * *

"Attention please.  All crew except for those designated by us and all passengers are to report to the large dining room within the next ten minutes.  Please be informed that anyone who does not appear within that time period will be executed immediately via the nearest airlock."

"That didn't sound like Captain Brixton," said Brianna looking even more worried.

"No, that was one of the pirates," replied Nancy with a sigh.  "It looks like the fun times are about to get started.  I suppose I better find something to wear.  Going naked would probably save some time, but even pirates have a brain cell or two and might get suspicious."

"I don't understand," said Brianna.

"Don't worry about it," replied Nancy.  "Just remember this.  The best thing you and everyone else can do is to hang on and delay things as much as possible.  With any luck, we can still get through this with as few casualties as possible.  I have a plan, but it isn't exactly orthodox and it is going to take a little while to implement."

Brianna still looked far from reassured, but she went to her suitcase and dug out a blouse and skirt for Nancy to wear along with a pair of panties.  "Um, considering your er build, these might be a bit tight, but better than nothing I guess.  I think any of my bras are totally out of the question though."

Nancy glanced briefly at Brianna's C cup chest and nodded agreement.  "It's just as well I think," she said as she put the items on and slipped into the pair of high heels that Brianna offered her.

"I'm sorry, but they are the only other pair of shoes I brought with me," said Brianna who was wearing a very sensible pair of flats.  "I was hoping to meet someone special on this trip which is the only reason I brought them at all."
"They are fine," Nancy assured her and then glancing at the time, they hurried out of the cabin and headed for the main dining room which was the only space on the Molly G big enough to accommodate all the passengers and crew at the same time.

* * * 

"You just made it under the deadline," growled a large unshaved man as the pair stepped into the dining room  He gave them both a once over with his eyes and then went back to Nancy for a second course and then a third.  "Well, I think we would have made an exception to the deadline for you sweetie," he leered and copped a feel of Nancy's ass.

Let's see, thought Nancy, I guess I should look properly terrified and cowed by these big strong men and then noticing one of the pirates was a woman, she mentally changed the pronoun to people. "Oh please," she whimpered and made her blue eyes go wide in fright. "We, we got lost on the way here.  I think we were just too  scared by that announcement and we went the wrong way even though we have been here dozens of times. Please don't shove us out the airlock!"

The pirate held up a hand to stop the flow of words that didn't seem to have an end in sight.  "Just do as you are told lady and you might get out of this alive."  He gave Nancy one more good going over with his eyes and then called over to Lobo.  "Hey Lobo, I think I found one who might meet the captain's requirements."

"Oh really?" said Lobo glancing towards the door and then his smile was that of his wolf namesake when he saw Nancy, his gaze focussing in on her breasts as they strained against the blouse which was at least two sizes too small.  "I see what you mean.  Bring her over here."

Nancy let herself be led across the room to just below the small stage where sometimes the liner had live musicians playing during meals.  Brianna had made to come with  her, but Nancy had waved her to not follow since attracting any attention from the pirates was not a good thing.

"Ok people, listen up," called Lobo as he mounted the few steps to the stage dragging Nancy with him by one hand as he waved a gun at a man in a ship's uniform to come with them, the bars on his uniform shoulders telling Nancy this must be Captain Brixton.  "We are waiting to hear back from Galactic Spaceways about our ransom demands, though frankly most of you aren't worth the cost of the energy to fry you.  I suggest you keep that in mind in case anyone is thinking of doing something really stupidly heroic.  In the meantime while we are waiting, this little lady has volunteered to provide some entertainment to pass the time quicker."

Nancy did her best confused look as Lobo turned to face her.  "I can sing a little," she said, "but I'm not really very good."

"I was thinking of another use for that sexy mouth of yours," leered Lobo.  "I am sure it is one you are an expert at considering your looks.  Get down on your knees and give me a nice hot blowjob while all these good people watch."

A few tears seemed called for at this point, so Nancy dutifully squeezed them out using her very real concern about what had happened to her dog Rascal as motivation.  "Oh no, please you wouldn't make me do something so horrible!" she sobbed.

Lobo pointed his weapon at Captain Brixton.  "You have ten seconds to get on your knees before I blow his brains out!"

"Don't do it," said Captain Brixton.  "He is probably going to kill me anyway."

"Quite likely," laughed Lobo, "but you can keep him alive for a little while longer while you pray for rescue by the Space Marines.  Also if you don't do it, once I off him, I will fry your teensy weensy little brain too and find myself another playmate like the friend you came into the room with."

Nancy allowed herself a fearful look towards Brianna and then slumped to her knees on the stage as if her legs had given out under her.

"Good girl," sneered Lobo.  "I love the noble ones who will sacrifice themselves for the common good and all of that crap.  Now open up your blouse so I can see those big tits of yours and then get to work sucking my cock."

Nancy made sure her hands trembled as she reached for the buttons on her borrowed blouse and undid them.  She shyly tried to cover her nipples with her hands when her breasts popped out the opening, but Lobo ordered her to drop her hands to her sides and reinforced the order with another wave of his weapon in the captain's direction.  The pirate made her kneel there with her boobs exposed to the whole room for several seconds before gesturing to his crotch for her to get to work on the second part of his order.  Once more Nancy made sure to make her fingers shake as she fumbled awkwardly to undo Lobo's belt and to open his pants.  The crowd gasped and the pirate laughed when she tugged his pants down and his hard cock slapped her in the face and left a little smear of precum on her chin.
"You didn't know I was going commando," snickered Lobo as he stepped a bit closer and smacked Nancy across the left cheek and then the right with his hard member.  He then grabbed the back of Nancy's head and aimed his cock straight at her mouth and Nancy responded by opening wide to accept it.  "Ahhh, just like a professional I see," the pirate sneered.  "I figured you would know how to treat a cock properly when one was shown to you."

Nancy continued to let the waterworks run as she began to bob her mouth up and down on Lobo's cock.  He probably thought it was impressive in its length and girth, but it really wasn't much of a challenge as she had handled some that were twice as big.  Still, it was best to make the proper lewd sounding noises and a little judicious gagging as she took the full length into her mouth.  Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw the captain was doing his best not to look and get aroused, but he didn't totally succeed as his cock twitched in his pants.  Most of the people in the audience weren't making nearly as much of an effort To hide their arousal.

"Oh fuck yes baby that's it, make me cum with your hot little mouth," moaned Lobo as he divided his attention between the sight of his cock disappearing into the blonde's mouth an the equally enticing vision of those large jugs bouncing up and down.  The dual stimulation in the end was just too much for Lobo to hold out as long as he would have wanted and almost without warning he felt his balls begin to empty themselves into the woman's mouth. He couldn't remember ever cumming so hard or so much as he shot load after load down the bitch's throat until he was finally spent.

As Lobo stuffed his cock back into his pants, he noticed Captain Brixton trying to hide his erection and gave him a smirk.  "If you like what you see, then wip it out and cum on her face Captain."

"Go to hell," snapped Brixton.

"Probably," agreed Lobo, "but not likely going to happen today.  Now take it out and glaze the bitch's face or I will shoot her."

Nancy didn't dare say anything one way or the other.  It would have been out of character for her to encourage the captain and she was afraid of making a fuss about it and having him go all noble and get himself killed.

"Do it!" screamed Lobo and he placed his gun against the back of Nancy's head.  Blushing bright red and unable to look at the people watching or meet Nancy's eyes, the captain undid his uniform pants and pulled out his throbbing manhood.  There were a few gasps from the audience and Nancy rather suspected that while the captain was also concerned over his dignity and air of command, this was unlikely to be a problem for him if he lived through this day.  The reason was that the good captain was really hung and put Lobo to shame.  The weirdness of male bonding would get him the respect of his male crew and his size would most certainly become legend among the female crew.  That would be for another day, however, as at the moment the captain felt only shame as he ran his hands over his cock while staring down at Nancy.
"’Im sorry about this Miss," he muttered as he jerked his cock which had a mind of its own when it came to such things.  It seemed to swell to an even greater size and then with a violent twitch it erupted and began to spit huge gobs of warm cum over Nancy's face and boobs.

"Atta boy, I knew you had it in you," laughed Lobo as he slapped an embarrassed Captain Brixton on the back before turning to two of the other pirates.  "Trixie, Sadowski, take this one over in the shuttle with  my complements to the captain.  Also, take that one as well and that one too," he said pointing out First Mate Taylor and a young blonde passenger.  a "The boys over there need some entertaining too."

Nancy stumbled to her feet, but didn't bother to try and cover up her boobs or wipe the slime from her face.  She put on a look of stunned shock as the lone female pirate grabbed her by the arm and began to lead her towards the door to the dining room.  As with any plan, it didn't survive contact with the enemy, thought Nancy as she saw Sadowski, a little runt of a man, pushing the other two designated women ahead of him with a gesture of his gun.  One was the First Mate, a very lovely looking dark skinned woman and the other was another blonde, one of the passengers.  Nancy had been hoping to be sent over to the pirate ship by herself, but there was hardly any way to protest the addition of the other two women who would be a complication to her plan.  As soon as she thought that, Nancy gave herself a mental kick in the ass for that thought.  What faced the two unfortunate women was something a lot worse than merely a complication to her plan.  Nancy also wondered why these two had been chosen.  Lobo had tried to make it look like a spur of the moment, random decision, but Nancy had caught a glimpse of his expression and was quite sure his choices were deliberate.

* * *

Sadowski was the shuttle pilot and he quickly strapped himself into his seat and began preparations for the flight back to the pirate ship.  Trixie waved the First Mate and the blonde female passenger into  seats near the back of the shuttle but held Nancy in place beside the co-pilot chair.  "It's not a long trip, but it will be long enough for the two of us to get better acquainted," she said with an evil smile.

Nancy gave the woman her first serious looking over.  Female pirates were relatively rare, not so much because women were necessarily any more moral and virtuous than men, but the type of man they would be forced to spend months with at a time were not much of an inducement to say the least.  Trixie was taller than most of the male pirates and looked like she was a weightlifting buff from the muscles she sported.  Her hair was black and cropped short in a stereotypical butch style.

Trixie took off the small backpack she had been wearing to hold extra weapons and other gear and fished around inside it for a few seconds before producing a large strap-on dildo with a flourish.  "Lean over the co-pilot seat bitch," she snarled.  "I'm going to break you in properly for the captain."

"I'm not sure the captain will like this," began Sadowski, but shut up quickly when Trixie shot him an angry look.

"Zip your hole Sadowski and just fly the fucking shuttle," snapped Trixie.  "You might just have a little pencil dick, but the captain is as big as my little beauty here.  I'll just be stretching the whore out for him is all."

Sadowski looked like he wanted to continue the argument, but apparently thought better of it and went back to his pre-flight checklist.  Nancy had been silent throughout this exchange and decided it was time to say something stupid to continue playing her chosen role.  "You, you can't be serious," she said with an impressive trembling in her voice.  "Please, haven't you done enough to me already?" she sobbed.  "I don't want to do it with another woman either."

Trixie turned back to Nancy and backhanded the blonde hard across the face.  "Stop your fucking sniveling bitch.  I saw how good you were at gobbling cock, so don't try and play the demure virgin with me.  Now lean over that chair and spread your legs or you will get another one like that."

"The captain doesn't like bruised meat," muttered Sadowski, but Trixie ignored him as she stripped off her clothes and began to fasten the strap-on in place.  Still sobbing as befitted her role, Nancy braced her arms on the back of the co-pilot seat and spread her legs widely apart. A moment later, Trixie flipped up the skirt and roughly ripped off the panties Brianna had lent her.  "You won't ever need those things again aboard ship," sneered the female pirate as she rubbed her fake cock over Nancy's pussy lips.

Nancy felt Trixie's strong hands grab her hips and then with one savage thrust the female pirate buried her cock to the hilt inside the blonde.  Often when women joined a pirate crew, they were determined to show they were just as ruthless and violent as the men and Trixie certainly fell into that mold.  She kept one hand on Nancy's hip and grabbed a handful of blonde hair in the other and began to hammer in and out of Nancy's pussy with ruthless abandon.

"Jeez Trixie," you almost made me crash the fucking shuttle," snapped Sadowski as he steered the now disengaged shuttle away from the airlock of the Molly G and aimed her at the pirate ship hanging ominously in space with her gun ports open.

"Just do your fucking job and let me do mine," snarled Trixie as she began to increase the pace even more.  Her strap-on had a clit stimulator built into it and that made it the next best thing to having a real cock for the female pirate.  In fact, Trixie was strongly considering going to one of the many shady cosmetic surgeons with her share of the loot from this capture and see about getting a real cock so she could have even more fun.  If he had known about this idea,Sadowski would likely have decided on a new career instead of shipping out with a horny Trixie again.

"You going to cum for me bitch? asked Trixie as she gave Nancy's hair another hard tug.  "I want to hear you moan and have you squirting all over my big tool."  To aid in this goal, Trixie took her other hand from Nancy's hip and reached around to begin rubbing the blonde's clit with one muscular finger.

I might as well give her what she wants decided Nancy who had pretty much recovered her normal state after her mission to Delta City.  That meant she could quite easily control when and if she climaxed and while it was tempting to try and frustrate Trixie, it would be out of character.  Accordingly she let out aloud moan of pleasure which brought a snicker from Trixie.  Nancykept on moaning and whimpering during the entire flight to the pirate ship until she felt Trixie stiffen behind her as the clit stimulator on the strap-on did its job and sent Trixie over the edge.  At that point, Nancy allowed herself the same luxury and it was a very self satisfied Trixie who slipped the dildo out of Nancy and licked it clean.  "Yum, I think you are going to be a great addition to the entertainment system aboard the ship until you get worn out."

* * *

Nancy had a few minutes to talk to the two other women at the back of the shuttle while Sadowski lined up for docking.  Both women were frightened, but First Mate Helen Taylor was doing a better job of hiding it to try and keep the civilian from getting hysterical.  Olga, as Nancy learned her name seemed to be doing not too badly considering the seriousness of the situation, but she was still having problems looking Nancy in the eyes.

"If she does that to me, I think I will go insane," confessed Olga.

Nancy didn't know exactly why the other two had been chosen for their fate, but she was quite certain their fear was genuine and they weren't somehow part of the attack, so she took a chance to confide a bit in them in order to try and keep their spirits up.  "Whatever they do to you, just do your best to tune it out," she advised them.  "I know it isnt easy, but just try and separate your mind from your body.  They are doing things to your flesh, but don't let it affect your spirit.  Think about something else.  Do the times table, think of a soliloquy from Shakespeare or whatever you can.  The bastards will pay for it, I can promise you that."

"How can you possibly promise that?" asked Helen bitterly.

"There isn't time to explain now," replied Nancy as she felt a shudder as the shuttle docked with the pirate ship.  "Just hang on and we will get out of this."

* * *

"Put those two in the whore cabins," said Captain Nebula when he met them at the airlock.  "No more than one man," he looked at Trixie and winked, "at a time until we are away and freee.  Half the crew is on the liner and we need to keep a watch on things from over here.  As for her," and he pointed at Nancy, "she is coming with me."

Nancy gave Helen and Olga what she hoped was a reassuring look and let Captain Nebula lead her away without any protest as if her spirit had been broken and she had accepted her fate.  Nebula was not the largest of the pirates, but he was not small by any measure.  He had wavy blonde hair and clear blue eyes that might have earned him a career in holovids if he had chosen such a path.  Unfortunately his pleasant exterior hid a rather loathesome interior.

"I'm only going to tell you this once bitch," he warned her when his cabin door closed behind them. "You do what I tell you and you do it without the slightest complaint or I will space you.  Before I do that, however, I will bleed you so much you will welcome the vacuum as a release.  Is that understood?"

"Absolutely," replied Nancy as she kept her eyes downcast and focussed on the floor.

"Good," said Nebula as he raised her head by putting his hand under her chin so he could stare into her eyes.  "Now get your clothes off, get on the bed and spread your legs.  I haven't had a fuck in a month and I am going to stuff your useless cunt with my cock."

Nancy hurriedly did as she was told, and within seconds found Nebula on top of her aiming his cock at her slit with a huge grin of anticipation on his face.  With a sigh of contentment, he sank his hard dick into Nancy until he was fully sheathed inside her.  "Damn, I needed this," he said looking down at her.  "What do you think baby?  All the bitches whine and moan at first, but once they feel my cock inside them, they can't get enough of it."

Nancy wrapped her legs around Nebula and smiled up at him.  "I've been waiting for this moment since you hailed the ship," she told him honestly and began to squeeze.  At first Nebula thought it was funny and then Nancy increased her grip until it began to hurt.  He tried to strike out at her, but she caught his arms and held them as she continued to increase the pressure until Nebula began to whimper.  "I'm really tempted to just keep squeezing until I turn your spine into jelly, but I suppose I have to let the courts have a crack at you," she said and released her grip when Nebula passed out from the pain.

The blonde shoved the pirate captain off her and padded naked over to his computer and sat down in front of it.  She badly wanted to rescue Helen and Olga as quickly as she could, but she first needed to secure as much information about the pirate gang as she could.  The pirate's security wasn't any better than the space liners had been and soon Nancy was reviewing all the communications and logs.  It was soon apparent that the pirates hadn't been terribly careful in their over confidence.  Neither had been some of their contacts who hadn't bothered to scrub out any of the metadata and headers from their communications.  Nancy traced back instructions through several hops without difficulty.  Hmm, so that was why Helen and Olga had been chosen and by whom.  She doubted that Nebula knew just how badly he had been used by Mendez and Bigelow.  In some ways, the pirate captain was little more than an indentured servant who was taking all the risks and being paid a fraction of what his unknown patrons were raking in.  Nancy copied everything to a data chip and then got dressed.  Nebula was starting to stir, so she ripped up a sheet to tie and gag him.

"If it makes you feel any better about this, just pretend I am a nasty dominatrix and you have forgot the safe word," cooed Nancy and she gave Nebula's balls a hard squeeze that brought water to his eyes and a muffled gasp from behind his gag.

In the corridor outside Nebula's cabin, Nancy quickly encountered a burly pirate who gave a smirk of anticipation at first, thinking the captain had finished with the new whore and sent her out to service the rest of the crew.  That smile vanished when Nancy grabbed him by the throat and hefted him off the deck and dangled him in midair.  "Where will I find the other two women?" she asked tightening her grip slightly on his throat.  After receiving croaked directions, Nancy slammed his head into the wall to knock him out and then followed the directions to what he had called the whore rooms.  In the first room, she found Trixie having her way with First Mate Taylor.

"Hello Trixie, I came back for a rematch," said Nancy pleasantly s she grabbed Trixie by the hair and pulled her off Helen.

"You stupid bitch, what do you think you are doing?" screamed Trixie as she tried to strike out at Nancy.

"Just making introductions," replied Nancy.  "Fist this is Trixie.  Trixie this is my fist."  Following the introduction, Trixied lay on the floor unconscious.

"Holy crap," said Helen as she struggled to her feet and gave Trixie a hard kick in the ribs before scrambling back into her torn uniform.  "That was fantastic what you just did to that bitch, but what now?"

"Now we find Olga and then we quite literally blow this place," replied Nancy as she led the way to the second room where they found Sadowski banging Olga as hard as he could.  He was still gaping at Nancy when she performed another introduction.  "Trixie was right about one thing," said the blonde as she looked down at the unconscious pilot.  "Pencil dick was actually being a little generous.  It looks more like the eraser at the end than the whole pencil."

* * *

Leonard Dixon was bored.  He had drawn the boring duty of staying on the bridge with the skeleton crew to keep an eye on them while his buddies were probably having oodles of fun down in the dining room and back on the ship since he had heard Lobo had sent some choice bits of meat back by the shuttle.

"Your shuttle just redocked with the Molly G," said Communications Officer Sylvia Thompson in a subdued voice.  She was glad not to be down in the dining room, but she had a real bad feeling about what was going to happen to them.

Dixon frowned.  He hadn't expected the shuttle back so soon and someone should have told him about it.  Fuck, it probably meant they were having all kinds of fun without him.  He was still fuming over this when the bridge door swished open a moment later and First Officer Helen Taylor walked through it.  She had her hands behind her back and stopped several meters away from him.

"What are you doing here?" demanded Dixon.

"I've come to remove the garbage from the bridge," said Helen and produced a gun from behind her back and shot him.  "Pity I had it on stun," she said as she gave Dixon a kick in the nuts as he lay there unconscious.   "Ooops, sorry about that, muscle spasm."

Sulvia Thompson got up from her station and looked down at Dixon and then kicked him hard in the ribs.  "Yeah, it must be contagious.  I am sure I didn't do that because he groped my ass every chance he got."

* * *

"Excuse me guys, but I seem to be lost.  Can you tell me where the main dining hall is?" asked Olga as she stood in the Engineering doorway looking at the pair of pirates who were playing guard over the skeletol crew there.

"I can do better than that little lady," leered Hans Richardson as he got up and swaggered over to the door.  "Me and my buddy Crusher can show you a real good time.  No one knew what Crusher's real name was since he tended to react quite violently whenever anyone asked him about it.

"That sounds like fun," said Olga with a giggle as she took a step back.  Standing unseen beside the open door, Nancy reached out and grabbed the head of each of the men in one hand and brought them together hard.  "I guess we can change his name to Crushed," she said looking down at the man.

"In more ways than one," said Olga with feeling as her foot connected with Crusher's groin.

* * *

That left seven pirates aboard the Molly G.  The same unshaved man was standing just inside the dining room door when Nancy walked in and knocked him unconscious with one punch to the jaw.  "Six," she said to no one in particular.  The other pirates were standing at the other exits or in Lobo's case on the stage while the crew and passengers cowered in chairs.  That gave Nancy a clean line of sight on them as she shot five of them before they could do much more than gape at her return.

"I don't know how the hell you got back here or what you think you are doing," yelled Lobo as he glared down at Nancy from the stage.  "I do know you better surrender right now if you don't want the captain to blow this fucking ship into scrap."

"I'm afraid there has been a slight shift in the balance of power," replied Nancy staring up at the pirate.

"What the fuck does that mean?" demanded Lobo.

Nancy walked over to a wall screen and turned it on.  "Helen, this is Nancy, can you give me an image of the pirate ship please?"

"Here you go Nancy," replied the First Mate and Death Bringer was now displayed on the screen.  Nancy fished a remote out of her pocket and pressed the large red button.  A second later, the pirate ship disappeared in a blinding flash of light as her engines blew up.

"That's what I meant by the balance of power having shifted," said Nancy calmly.  Lobo gaped at the screen and then Nancy, unable to formulate a sentence.  He was still staring at Nancy when Captain Brixton tapped him on the shoulder and then slugged him in the jaw when he turned around.

"Ouch," said Brixton rubbing his skinned knuckles.  "I haven't been in a fight since my college days when I spent most of my time in the local bars."

"It's kind of like riding a bike, you never forget how," said Nancy as she looked down at the unconscious pirate.

* * *

"What do you mean she is gone?" asked Captain Brixton as he sat behind his desk in his office looking at his First Mate.

"We searched the entire ship and there is no sign of her," said Helen.  "Maybe she was a ghost or something since she wasn't one of the passengers as they are all accounted for and she sure as heck wasn't part of the crew."

"A stowaway?" asked Brixton dubiously.

"If she was, that still doesn't explain her vanishing," replied Helen.  "I talked to Brianna, one of the passengers and she claims she just showed up naked in the corridor outside her cabin just before the pirates boarded us.  After taking out the pirates, she walked Brianna back to her cabin, thanked her for the loan of her clothes and went into the bathroom to clean up.  When she didn't come out after an hour, Brianna said she looked in the bathroom and it was empty."

"That's insane," said Brixton.

Helen shrugged.  "Well if she isn't a ghost then maybe she is the tooth fairy.  Frankly, I'm just glad she came along whoever or whatever she was.  By the way, what was on that data chip she gave me to give you?"

Brixton smiled.  "A lot of detailed information that is going to make some important people very uncomfortable when we get back to Earth.  I can't say I was overjoyed to find Captain Nebula and the rest of his pirates trussed up in the shuttle since I was hoping they had blown up with their ship, but they are falling all over themselves to rat out everyone they can which will help in the prosecution."

* * *

Brianna sat in the observation lounge of the Molly G and watched the lightshow of the Doppler shifted stars flashing past.  This trip of a lifetime had seemed like a frivelous waste of money for most of the trip until the pirates came along.  It wasn't the pirates that had changed that, though they had provided a bit of excitement while they lasted.  No, the real memorable part had come after Nancy had walked her back to her little cabin.  She hadn't quite told First Mate Helen Taylor the entire truth about Nancys disappearance.  Her mind flashed back to the two of them removing their clothes and getting into the shower together.

Economy class showers were supposed to have a limited amount of hot water, but they had not run out during the entire time they spent together in the cubicle.  Brianna had remarked on this and Nancy had just said it was her "Mrs. Wong hack" and told her not to worry about it.  Brianna had helped the blonde clean herself up and she still savoured the memory of how soft and warm Nancy's naked flesh had felt under her fingers.  That still hadn't been the best part.  That came when Brianna had found herself leaning against the shower wall looking down at the blonde kneeling between her thighs.  Brianna thought she had died and gone to heaven when she felt the first flicker of Nancy's tongue over her pussy lips and then she was sure of it when those lips began to suck on her clit.  She had cum a thousand times harder than anything she had ever managed on her own and then Nancy had given her a long kiss before stepping out of the shower and vanishing.

Brianna had hoped to meet some tall, dark stranger on her trip of a lifetime, but instead she had met the busty blonde.  Whatever else happened on the rest of this trip and in all of her future lifetime, Brianna knew she had a memory that would last forever.

* * *

Rebecca Dallas and Victoria Lewis sat down with their food in the McDonalds where they often met for lunch and to commiserate with each other over their so called lives.

"So they arrested your scumbag of a boss too?" asked Rebecca.

"It was the best day I ever had at work when they hauled his fat ass out in handcuffs," smiled Victoria.  The redhead paused and then lowered her voice.  "Um, did you by any chance check your bank balance lately?"

Rebecca replied in an equally low voice that only Victoria could hear.  "You mean I'm not the only one with a couple million more than I had last week?"

Victoria nodded.  "Medicine for mom shouldn't be a problem now."

"I've already got an apartment picked out in New Detroit," confirmed Rebecca.  "Someone did us both a favour."

"Agreed," said Victoria.  "Maybe its a sign we should look around to see if there is anyone else we can help or something.  I know that sounds kind of hokey, but it's the way I feel."

"Me too," replied Rebecca as she bit into her burger.  "Sometimes you have to pay it forward."

* * *

Somewhere in the multiverse there is a place.  Let's call it a board room which it isn't, but that is probably the closest you can come using human language and concepts.  A number is displayed on a computer screen.  Again, it isn't really a computer screen, but it's the closest equivalent  for a human brain with only two lobes to understand.

"99.999983," was what the screen said and a grayish-green tentacle tapped it angrily.

"Have the internal diagnostics been run on this impossibility?" said a voice.

"They have," said a second voice.  "The computational systems are all functioning properly.  The number is correct."

"But that is impossible," said the first voice.  "It was reading 100% after the elimination of the human base in Limbo."

"We did not eliminate their agent," said a third voice.  "Her recent actions have changed the probability of our plan to exterminate the human vermin."
 
"How can that be?" asked the first voice with what a human would have called a whine.  "How could the elimination of some marginal pirates in one reality have made such a difference?"

"The system is unable to answer that question," said the second voice with a definite sigh.  "It claims it has insufficient data, but still insists the number it gives is accurate.  It has been hundreds of years since anyone could understand the algorithms that are used by sentient species.  Personally, I blame Mark Zuckerberg."

"What are we going to do about it?" demanded the first voice.

"Taking action against their agent will be difficult, but not impossible," said the third voice.  "As we all know, time and space and reality are infinite, so detecting one insignificant creature such as her is difficult, but the longer she remains in one place, the better our odds become of intercepting and eliminating her.  We are also working on new algorithms to try and predict where she will appear in the future."  The voice paused to consider its words.  "Or the past," it amended.  "I hate time paradoxes.  They make my tentacles itch.  I have our own human pet working on the problem and she is highly motivated to succeed."

"Does our human pet suspect that she is being manipulated against the bestinterests of her own species?" asked the first voice.

"No, she still believes the story we have given her," said the third voice.  "Her anger towards the human agent is strongly motivating her.  Once we have eliminated the human agent, we can also terminate our pet as her usefulness will be ended."

* * *

Nancy heard the roar of a crowd as she reappeared somewhere else in the universe.  Immediately in front of her was a wooden fence made of horizontal rails.  On the other side of the fence she saw a man lying on the ground as a very angry looking bull charged at him with murder in its eyes.  "Well, I'm glad this isn't my first rodeo," said Nancy as she vaulted over the fence.


The End