Part 5 of 5 - Processing
Part 5.1 - Processing Debbie
"Object 34241201-475-164 categorised restricted to category two processing."
The metallic voice of the computer cracked over the surgery P.A system. It
continued, "On completion of processing to equip object as a embryo production
unit object will be assigned to farm 14D for activation."
Debbie shivered in fear. Secured to the X shaped operating table and severely
gagged with a ball she could do little else. A Chazon surgeon leant over her
and started to explain what they were going to do to her. "You are to be
prepared for servicing by the Category Two males that you have already met in
the arena."
The Chazon then selected a hooked scalpel from his tool table and as Debbie
looked on in abject horror he commenced to slice open her abdomen. His assistant
then brought over the evisceration hooks and working as a team they removed her
stomach and bowel. These they replaced with artificial organs designed to
improve processing of nutrition and recycle waste. Before they sewed her up the
Chazon inserted a waste disposal tube into her tight little anus and connected
it to the recycling "bowel" to handle overflow.
The next part of the operation involved the use of a circular ring attached to
an overhead arm by three metal-coated cables. This was lowered over each of
Debbie's breasts in turn and carefully positioned prior to activation. Once in
place a switch was pressed and eight large needles slowly penetrated Debbie's
large soft breasts and once embedded 5 cm into the soft flesh they commenced to
dispense a large dose of growth enhancing hormones.
Over the 15 minutes that it took to treat each breast, the Chazon affixed a
titanium ring at the base of each of her dark brown nipples and secured it to
the breast with a series of titanium staples. The rings were equipped with snap
fittings that were a larger version of the one already fitted to the base of the
girls swollen clitoris.
The Chazon then wheeled out a small X shaped table, much like the one Debbie was
on, only padded with soft leather and with arms only half as long as those on
the operating table. With what passed for a grin the Chazon supervising surgeon
told her "We will now size you up for you new bed". Debbie wondered what this
meant and then, as she saw the various cutting instruments and bone saws the
Chazon produced from the tool table next to the operating table, she screamed
loudly within the silent restraint of the ball gag.
With her legs removed at her knees and her arms at the elbows, Debbie was in a
sorry and hysterical state. In her dazed state the Chazon at long last seemed to
demonstrate pity as he leant over her and asked "Would you like to know no more
about this?" The pitiful and pretty girl nodded her head vigorously with a
pleading look in her eyes. She realised her mistake when the Chazon moved the
bone saw down towards the top of her head and she felt the sharp bite of the
first incision of the lobotomy occur
After a week in recovery the once pretty and now mindless thing that had been
Debbie was transferred to farm 14D. During that week her breasts had tripled in
size and started to produce milk at a rate that required her to be connected to
a milking unit twice a day. This was done via tubes with suction cups that
clipped onto the rings implanted around the base of her nipples.
Once her wheeled X shaped bed was installed in it's cubical within the farm
complex, Debbie was connected up to the life support unit. An automatic feeder
attached a tube to her gag four times a day to provide the necessary nutritional
intake that her body needed, while her anal tube was attached to the main waste
disposal unit via a connection in the floor. Like a battery hen the lighting was
controlled to condition her to a cycle of two six hour days and two six hour
nights per twenty-four hour day so that her metabolic rate and therefore egg
production speeded up.
Every six hours the automated milking machine relieved the pressure on her
swollen breasts, while at the same time it attached a suction tube to her
clitoris to ensure the stimulation required to maximise milk extraction. The
milk was transferred to the farms packaging plant, where it was processed into a
popular Chazon children's drink which was supplied to the market in any one of
four unique flavors.
The main purpose of the farm was however the production of eggs and embryos. To
this end Debbie was to be serviced by man-things for the six hours of "daytime"
twice every twenty-four hours. Once every two days the Chazon farmers visited
and harvested her eggs for processing. A few would be allowed to develop into
full grown humans for processing, some would be used for research and many would
be packaged and sold on the luxury goods market as a unique form of caviar that
the Chazon elite had acquired a taste for.
It all made no difference to Debbie, she was destined to spend the rest of her
short life adrift in the thoughtless world of her emptied mind. The void only
punctuated by the many regular bouts of extreme sexual stimulation which the
farm processes provided.
Part 5.2 of 5 -Processing Ariadne
"Object 34241201-475-165 categorised suitable for category one processing."
Ariadne heard the metallic voice of the computer continue. It continued, "On
completion of processing to equip object as a close combat unit object will be
re-categorised as a citizen class five and assigned to the 78th Assault
Regiment."
Ariadne was again secured to an X shaped operating table. This one had two
fixed arms above it and a small table with its own arm stationed alongside the
arm of the "X" where her left arm was secured. The arm positioned above her and
to her left was equipped with half a dozen wicked looking attachments that
included various bone saw and scalpel fittings. The second arm was positioned
above her and to her right and had a complicated set of fittings that included
several evisceration hooks, what looked like an adjustable "apple corer" and
what some sort of sewing machine needle arrangement with coils of filament fiber
optic cable attached to it.
The table to her side had its own arm equipped with a small bone saw, two
scalpels and a form of staple gun with titanium staples. Resting on the table
was a prosthetic lower arm constructed from plasteel, though, instead of a hand,
the arm ended with a one-meter titanium combat blade. The blade had a short
needle gun barrel built in above it and a three-fingered pincer was positioned
on the end of the arm underneath it.
On another table situated on Ariadne's right hand side there was a range of
clear plastic containers of various sizes containing mechanical items. These
ranged from a small round orb table resembling a squash ball up to a football
shaped object about 20 cm long with tubes protruding from its surface.
One of the Chazon now addressed her. "Welcome to the processing workshop captive
165. You are one of the fortunate ones who has been selected as suitable
material to be come a citizen soldier of the Chazon Empire." This will entail
some degree of change to your body, but when we have finished you will have
vastly improved functionally though, with the exception of the integrated combat
equipment, you will be externally virtually unchanged from your current
appearance."
The Chazon indicated the table with the prosthetic arm and blade. "The close
combat attachment over there will replace your lower left arm." Ariadne followed
with her eyes as the surgeon moved across to the table and picked up the first
of several jars to show her the contents, in this case the squash ball. "We have
here a sonic scanner and targeting sensor that will replace your left eye. It
will be connected to the neural brain wave override implant (here he held up a
silver web arrangement shaped like a skull cap) which will be inserted under the
skin of your skull."
She would have screamed if she could have, but once again being fitted with a
ball gag Ariadne was unable to do anything more than squirm in horror and listen
in shocked silence.
The Chazon continued. "In terms of improving your ability to function in a wide
range of environments we will replace some of your more primitive organs with
artificial replicas of Chazon equivalents." He now held up a large irregular
shaped object. "This atmosphere filter will replace your right lung. It will
enable you to function in a wide range of breathable environments, both gas and
liquid, that would otherwise be fatally toxic to your current organs."
Moving on to the football shaped object he held it up in his right hand while
also displaying a large sausage shaped floppy tube in his pincer. "This
arrangement will replace your current digestive tract and bowel. We have here a
state of the art nutrition extraction unit and waste recycling processor. With
this you will be able to extract about twice the nutritional value you currently
obtain while consuming half the volume of food. It will also enable you to
process anything that is biodegradable instead of the limited range of
foodstuffs you humans commonly feed on."
"Of course your breeding womb will no longer be required so we will remove it
and replace it with this." The Chazon surgeon picked up yet another container,
"here we have a control integration and tactical communications unit, this will
be connected to the other key fittings and your neural net by the fiber optic
filaments on that arm over there which the needle equipment will thread under
your skin."
"There will also be a fiber optic wire threaded internally to link with the
receiver ring implanted in what you call your clitoral hood. This will enable
remote instructions to be assimilated by you when they are transmitted from the
central command unit."
Moving along the surgeon now held up a pair of what resembled over large
silicone breast implants. "Here we have a sensor and targeting computer and a
nuclear battery pack. The first will be implanted into your right breast, once
its internal tissue has been removed. This will also require the removal of your
nipple and its replacement with a microwave radar transmitter sensor." "The
battery pack will be incorporated into your left breast and then both units will
be linked into your system with fiber optic filaments."
"Finally we will fit the adrenaline stimulation equipment to facilitate
transportation in hyperspace." Ariadne recognised the type of fitting the Chazon
now held up. It was about 250mm long with a bulbous head and long shaft with a
base that, as the Chazon twisted it, caused six fine needles to snap out around
the circumference of the bulbous end. This fitting however had a small tube with
a fitting on the end that she could see would match up with the ring fitting
mounted at the base of her enlarged clitoris.
"Anyway" said the Chazon, "we had better get started or we'll be here all
night." With that he pulled the right hand arm across and pulled down the sharp
circular blade of the "apple corer" fitting. He carefully positioned it hard
around the areola of the nipple on Ariadne's right breast. As his foot depressed
the starter switch that activated the blade and he pressed the rotating blade
into the soft breast flesh the Chazon was whistling a tune, as only someone
happy in his work can do.
Epilogue
The company had been acting as advance guard to the battle group as they
advanced towards the capital. The initial Chazon forces had been scattered in
the attack yesterday and the force was aiming to exploit their success before
the aliens could bring in fresh reinforcements.
Captain Jamie Forrester was company commander and was a man who maintained a
burning hatred for the enemy. He had been a man processed since his fiancee,
who had been a serving officer in another battalion of the regiment had been
posted as "missing believed killed" soon after the Chazon had invaded the system
12 months earlier. He was now leading the company in pursuit of a group of
retreating Chazon having driven then out of a small settlement towards a tree
line in the distance. "Skirmish order, fix blades, look out for the enemy" were
the instructions he issued into his Tactical Radio for the company.
As they approached the tree line the Chazon attacked, As the company moved
forward in extended order a mix of Chazon Bladerunners and Gunrunners about 100
strong charged out of the trees and swept into the advance guard. The combat
rapidly dissolved into a series of viscous skirmishes between human and alien.
Jamie gathered his command squad closely about him and launched an immediate
counter attack against the center of the Chazon attack. He knew that if they
could overthrow the close combat equipped Bladerunners then the Gunrunners would
be quickly broken. He yelled a battle cry and pushed his blade equipped M87 out
in front of his body and charged.
They cut into the Chazon line and killed several before a fresh wave of
attackers bore down on them. As Jamie rallied the squad around him, one of the
Chazon broke away from the pack and made straight for him waving its blade arm
like a wild thing.
Jamie looked around and saw the thing racing towards him, he raised his rifle
but hesitated a moment, something was wrong here, the Chazon looked familiar.
Height? Shape? As it got closer he stared at its face. It was twisted with hate
and yet looked familiar?
All at once it came to him and even as he cried out in horror "My god... its
Ariadne...!" the Bladerunner thrust its meter long blade through his neck and
cut his voice off forever.
Fin
