Chapter 10: Seconds

Right before the night cycle, Lumme came back. He was already hard again, his pitch black cock a bristle of spikes and quills. His heavy footsteps shook the ground as he marched down the hallway.

Dina cringed at the sight of him. Sitting up sharply, she shook her head. “No, no, don’t do that.”

Harmmon stood up, her brilliantly-colored quills spreading out. She took a few steps to the side, obscuring Dina’s sight of Lumme.

Dina frowned for a second and then sat up straighter. Was Harmmon protecting her?

The female alien hummed loudly.

Lumme answered curtly but then walked to the side toward one of the other cells.

A selfish part of Dina immediately breathed a sigh of relief that she wasn’t his next victim. She immediately felt guilty and despair for the next woman. Sorrow rose up, clutching her heart.

The other cell door opened quickly but remained opaque. Inside was two women wearing shifts. Even through the thin fabric, they had surgical scars from groin to throat. Unlike Melodi or Dina, they didn’t scream or thrash out at the sight of Lumme. Instead, they bowed their heads.

Lumme reached down and grabbed one of them, a red-haired girl with an angular face and small breasts.

Dina expected to hear screaming.

The redhead only stood up and let herself be dragged out of the cell.

Lumme guided her out of the holding area and down the hallway. Past Harmmon, Dina could see the woman meekly following the black alien to her death.

Harmmon turned around, her quills flattening. “Imika muf niffo.” She kept humming a little and then sighed.

Dina frowned.

Harmmon shrugged and then pointed to the other cells. She then mimed hefting breasts in front of her, her four claws cupping the air. “Imika…?”

“Women?”

"… omen. Muf niffo.” Harmmon looked around for a moment, a frown on her face. Her quills jumped for a moment. Striding over to the table, she grabbed an empty ration box. Turning around, she held up the empty box. "Muf niffo.”

Then she grabbed some papers and a fruit bar from the top of the table and shoved them inside. "Muf sasomu.” She emptied the box. "Niffo.” She tapped her head and then pointed to the other cells. "Imika muf niffo.”

She then pointed to Dina. "Mina muf sasomu.”

Dina looked around. “All of them are… broken? Muf niffo?”

Harmmon nodded, her quills showing sadness. "Ho. Imika muf niffo. Melomi u Mina, muf sasomu.”

“Melodi and I were the only ones who kept our wits?”

"Ho.” Yes.

Behind Harmmon, the redhead’s screams began.

Dina bowed her head before the tears started up.

Harmmon hummed, "Onka, Mina. Harmmon marif.”

There was a hiss as the delivery cylinder rotated. It had the fruit bar inside it. A moment later, there was a click and the speaker shut off, muting the screams as Lumme raped the other women.