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any good and might encourage
them to hurt her.
    He looked surprised she didn’t fight.
Something flickered in his eyes as he lifted her to the gurney and
met her gaze once more. “Lie down.”
    Struggling with panic, she turned and
lay down. She was stiff with resistance as he clamped her wrists
and ankles into the manacles, but he didn’t seem to
notice.
    Terror twisted inside her when the
lasers came on, but she discovered it was only mildly uncomfortable
to have her clothing burnt off and then her body hair.
    She was relieved when it was over,
regardless, and he released her to stand with the other women that
had been processed.
    The other women looked at her
resentfully—as if she was a traitor or something because she hadn’t
seen any benefit to trying to fight them!
    How was that going to help her
case?
    Except, maybe, to encourage them to
break her neck and end it for her.
    And she wasn’t ready to face death …
yet. She might get to the point of wishing for it, but she wasn’t
there yet.
    Somehow, she was going to survive
this!
    The thoughts had scarcely flickered
through her mind when some sort of alarm went off. She located the
source—the pod in the center—just as the woman who’d been taking
the treatment shot through a black hole that appeared at the head
of the gurney and vanished into the cold darkness of
space.
    When the portal closed and the bubble
vanished, the alarm went silent.
    You could’ve heard a pin drop in the
room.
    Everyone—except the aliens, of
course—was staring at the spot where the woman had been.
    “ Is she … you think she’s
… dead?” one of the women in Tilly’s group whispered
hoarsely.
    Tilly thought it was the
dumbass that had made the previous totally illogical observation
that had nearly gotten her in a fight. She decided not to snap the
moron’s head off. Naw! They shot her
toward deep space in an air bubble! She’ll be fine.
    “ Meth-head,” one of the
other women whispered.
    “ She looked diseased,” one
of the others muttered.
    “ Probably was. It isn’t
unheard of for drug addicts to sell their bodies for drug
money.”
    By the time the aliens had finished
the processing, they’d reduced their number of captives by three
more and the one’s they kept to absolute mindless
terror.
    Despite that, or possibly because of
it, the women began to babble terrified questions as soon as the
aliens rounded them up to herd them out of the processing room
again.
    “ What are you going to do
with us?”
    “ Where are you taking
us?”
    “ What are you going to do
now?”
    “ I want to go
home!”
    “ I have
children!”
    The aliens surrounded them and herded
them into a tight group.
    “ Are toys, now, sex. Sell
at slave market. Train now be good fuck slave.”
    It was the ‘commanding’ one who
spoke.
    They had to ‘sedate’ three quarters of
the women.
    Tilly didn’t have to be sedated
because she was so near to fainting she wasn’t really able to
protest or struggle.
    She was shoved into a box-like room
barely big enough for the bed and torture device it
held.

Chapter Three
    Shock gripped Tilly for a while. She
had no idea how long, but she was stiff from standing by the time
discomfort overcame her shock sufficiently to arouse her mind to
function again. She still felt oddly devoid of emotion as she
stared around the small room. Darkness fluttered at the back of her
mind, images produced by a fertile imagination that she didn’t want
to look at.
    “… Train now.”
    What had he meant by that?
    She didn’t really want to know. She
didn’t want to face it—at all—but since she had no choice about
that, she rather thought when it came would be soon
enough.
    She still couldn’t resist moving to
the odd looking device that was center stage in the room. It was
some sort of rack with pulleys and chains and manacles
attached.
    Fear crept over her bare flesh with
icy fingers that raised gooseflesh everywhere.
    Her stomach cramped.
    Her kegels