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Chapter 18
Kelli and Shana lay sprawled on the floor of their cell, still whimpering from the horror of their rape at the hands of Kullux and Gnerrix. With their wrists chained behind their backs they could give little help to each other. They had no food; the only concession to their comfort was a small tin dish of water on the floor of their cell from which they could lap like animals.
They drifted in and out of a shallow sleep but stirred awake when they heard the bolts of their cell door being opened. "Oh no," thought Kelli, "no more."
"It's OK," Shana came back. "We can take it."
The two of them twisted around as the door to the cell opened, revealing Mead. She came in, followed by a small, tracked, medi-bot. The white robot carried on its back a bowl of steaming water. Mead approached the two girls. "You'll be all right," Mead said reassuringly. "There'll be no serious damage. You kept still while they were in you. You'll be sore but you'll heal."
She crouched down. "Don't be scared," she said. "I've come to help you." She pointed to the bowl. "I'll bathe your wounds." She took a sterilised cloth from a pouch on the medi-bot and approached Kelli. Soothingly she passed the swab across the caked blood and jism that streaked the inside of Kelli's thighs. Kelli winced as the antiseptic stung at the cuts and abrasions that Kullux had inflicted on her.
Mead could see that her attentions were helping Kelli. She tossed the swab into a disposal bag on the medi-bot, pulled out another swab and set to work on Shana. "Oh," he's cut you badly," she said pointing to a four inch slash on Shana's leg. Gnerrix's organ had slapped back against her as she'd been pushed clear and the barbed glans had done its work. She reached into the medi-bot's casing and pulled out an aerosol can, spraying a layer of artificial skin across the cut. "There, that should help it heal," she smiled. "And this should help too."
Mead took a key from a pocket and unlocked Kelli's wrist cuffs. "I can't leave you free, though," she said fastening the cuffs again at Kelli's front. Kelli gave a smile of gratitude. Mead did the same for Shana.
As Mead finished what she was doing the door behind her was kicked open. Nataya, the mercenary strode in. "Sorry to interrupt, Mead," Nataya said. "Gnarff wants his toys back."
"They're in no condition for more of his treatment right now," Mead responded.
"They'll be all right, now you've patched them up. Why don't you go look after your human zoo? Or maybe you'd like to ask Gnarff if he really meant it when he said they were to join him?"
Mead knew better than to question Gnarff's orders. "OK but take it easy with them. They've had a rough time." She left the cell as Nataya clicked her fingers. In stepped the shackled and ball gagged figures of the two flight attendants from the shuttle each carrying a large box. "I don't think you've met my two friends," she said. "Allocated quite fairly, you understand?"
She looked down at the two silent girls. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongues?"
Kelli gave a throaty chortle and shook her head. She pointed to the scar on her neck and then to her open mouth. Nataya bent down and saw what had been done to Kelli and Shana. As she did so she saw the "Sol5g" tattoo on Kelli's breast. "Uhh, I thought that it was only Sol3a women that were… "
Kelli shook her head and pointed to her mouth again.
"Oh. Yeah. Sorry. Look, Gnarff wants you in his suite but I need to have you dressed. Shana looked quizzical, Gnarff's usual desire was to have them stripped. This was something new.
Nataya clicked her fingers and one of the flight attendants came forward, knelt beside her and held out the box. As Nataya opened it Kelli and Shana saw an array of red-brown leather straps and plates.
Nataya turned to Shana and started by fastening a harness about the girl's shaved head. Then she buckled other leather pieces to the harness. As Nataya worked, Kelli realised what she was doing, Shana's head was being cased in a head-dress that mimicked the lobster head of a Gnarriot. "You too, honey," said Nataya, turning to Kelli and repeating the process. The other flight attendant brought in her box. With the head dresses in place Nataya began fastening more straps to the girl's arms. Leather mittens that held the fingers together with splints that made it impossible to bend the wrists were buckled to these. More leather plates followed until each girl's hands looked like lobster claws. Long wiry tendrils were screwed into sockets on the head pieces. Finally each girl was fitted with a tight leather skirt that hobbled their legs. A small fan of leather plates spread out behind each from a point mid-way down their calves. Their bellies and breasts remained naked. Nataya and her attendants seemed almost as horrified by the result as Kelli and Shana were. The two girls had been transformed into half human – half Gnarriott caricatures.
"Come with us," Nataya instructed. "Gnarff is waiting. You are to stand in attendance behind his throne while he conducts a crew meeting." She clipped a leash to the front of each girls head piece and led them out of their cell with her attendant following.
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