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Chapter 31
"How long is Tarn going to be working over that Mead cunt?" Trooper Genes pulled an illicitly stowed alco-pep can from a locker in the corner of the security suite and tore the cap off. He and his colleague had been on duty in the stasis chamber when security had come to take Mead for her interrogation.
"Two hours at least, I reckon, they'll be wanting her to give a deposition, I guess, otherwise they wouldn't have bothered to decant her," his opposite number, Trooper Harins, replied. Hartins gestured towards the drink. "You got any more of those?"
"Yuhh. You want?" In response to Harin's grinning nod, he tossed another across to him.
"OK," said Genes, "you want to play with some of the other toys?" he nodded towards the stasis tubes.
"Are you kidding?"
"What? Why not? If they'd stayed on the ship we'd have been able to take our turn at them anyways. We're just making sure they're good and ready for what'll happen to them when they finish in stasis anyway."
Harins took a long pull on his alco-pep. "OK, I'm up for it. Hey, anyways, they should be grateful. Chances are the next bit of fun they'll get is with those space lobsters."
"You referring to our honoured allies in the fight against the galactic terrorism of the Aliansis Empire? Surely not?"
Harrins gave a sneer. "Honoured allies? Funny how we've only just buddied up to them. Not too long back they had their snouts right up the butt of the Aliansis lot. They've got shells and pincers – they look like lobsters to me. Anyway I don't see why they should have all the fun." He stepped up to the panel by Kelli's stasis tube and hit the button marked "Cycle Out". An amber lamp began to pulse beside it. "This one will do me."
Genes pressed the same button on Shana's tube. "O.K. darling, come to poppa."
For Kelli and Shana consciousness slowly returned as the drugs left their system and the gel drained from the cylinders. Kelli was first to be pulled free of her tube as the door into it swung open. Harrins snatched the mask from her face and grabbed her by the arm. Still recovering from the effects of stasis she struggled as Harrins pushed her to the floor, pulled the belt from his trousers and used it to lash her wrists behind her. She gave a throttled grunt as he twisted her around onto her back.
Genes followed Harrins lead as Shana's tube emptied and strapped her wrists with a length of discarded power cable. He went to grab the hose from the shower cubicle. Harrins stopped him. "No, don't' bother with that," he laughed. "We can use the lube - more fun if they're a bit slippy." He grabbed a lab technicians coat from the back of a chair and ripped two strips of cloth from it. "Here," he said, "tossing one to Genes. "Knot this off around her mouth. We'll need to keep them quiet, even if everyone else is off playing with the good Doctor "
"No need, haven't you heard about these two?" Genes replied. "The Gnariotts took their tongues out. They won't be making any sort of sound that'll disturb." He reached across Shana and twisted one of her nipples. Although barely conscious she still arched her back in pain but gave out only the slightest, muted, squeal. Then he jerked he head back to show the still livid scar on her throat.
"Great," said Harrins. "No need for a gag so we' can play in their mouths too. This just gets better and better, I hardly know where to start."
"Well excuse me if I don't wait around while you make your mind up," Genes grinned, grabbing Kelli by her hair and pulling her around to face him. As his trousers fell about his ankles he pressed her against the side of the stasis tube, jamming his cock repeatedly into her and grunting with amusement as she tried to struggle against him.
Genes was pulling Kelli's head down into his lap and forcing her mouth over his engorged cock. Harrins had bent Shana across a one of the desks at the edge of the stasis tube chamber and was thrusting between the cheeks of her arse. Although neither of the women could make a sound their struggles was making their distress quite plain as the Officer of the Watch came in. The two troopers struggled to disentangle themselves from their victims and stand up.
"Oh, for heavens sake," the officer exclaimed. "Genes! Harrins! I might have known it would be you two. We're only eight weeks into this cruise you know. Can't you find anything to amuse yourself in your own quarters?"
"Yes, Sir, Sorry Sir." The two men answered as they dragged themselves to attention, their trousers around their ankles, and the bound women struggling and grunting on the floor at their feet.
Their officer gave an exasperated sigh. "Oh well, finish off and put them back in their tubes. And make sure you connect their leads and catheters properly. And get your belts back in your trousers too – that's Federation issue you know."
"Yes Sir, of course Sir."
The officer touched his cap in salute with his swagger stick, turned on his heel and left the stasis room. Genes and Harrins collapsed with laughter and turned back to the women as they cowered away from them. Genes spoke first. "Finish off, he said, didn't he?" Genes laughed. "Didn't say we had to be too quick about it though did he?"
Kelli gave a silent scream as he span her around and pushed her down on the floor with her bound arms trapped behind her back. Harrins did the same with Shana, roughly thrusting his hand between her legs. "No, no need to rush at all," he grinned.
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