The chief Engineer's neck stretches to breaking point. She wiggles desperately, trying to free herself. She can't breathe, and her spine is fire. pop, pop, pop… everything beneath her collarbones suddenly spasms out of her control. She can hear the tinkling of her own urine in the chrome bowl below, and feels the pressure as she squeezes out a shit around the 12 inches of spitting pole inserted in her anus.

She looks left desperatly seeking help… but all she sees is the last light disappearing from the eyes of the decapitated ensign beside her.

SNAP She feels nothing but numbness, and the tearing of flesh at her throat as her head is pulled off her body.

Her slowly dying head watches as the poles are thrust through the girls corpses. Then everything fades to black.

Sometime later, another horrified row of bound crew is hovered past them. They fret and whinge about their own fates, as they are wheeled past the brainwiped breeder, who thanks to Kraan reproductive technology,just hours later, is already plump and pregnant and birthing her very first litter of calves. A process she will undergo daily for the rest of her life.