Chapter 12: Procedures

After her night exposing herself to Harmmon, Dina approached the morning with an unexpected joy. She felt clean and human for the first time in a long time, even though she knew that it wouldn’t last.

The door to her cell grew transparent as an alien entered the room. She hoped it was Harmmon but it was Naam. The male alien wore the most clothes Dina had ever seen an alien wear: an apron that covered him from throat to to his knees. When he turned to the side, she could see he had on a pair of tight briefs. Both were shiny and black, shining off the light as he moved.

He circled around the cells, looking through the transparent doors at the cowering or unmoving women. Dina followed him with her eyes, trying to discerned the difference of his outfit but also inspecting the other women. Harmmon’s words came up and she could already see a difference.

The other women were broken: slack-jawed and not even responding as Naam tapped on the glass or walked by. Their shifts did nothing to hide the surgical scars that traced a line from pussy to throat.

As he approached her cell, Dina felt the muscles in her back tightening and her heart speeding up. She stood up and crossed her arms over her breasts and crotch just as he walked in front of her cell.

Naam stopped and looked at her. His brown quills stood up slightly as he inspected her from head to toes. A smile stretched across his face, his lower jaw jutting out to reveal a sharp row of teeth.

Dina blushed. She didn’t want to be too defiant but she couldn’t just sit there meekly.

For a long moment, Naam stared at her. Then he turned and continued down the line.

She let out her breath in a long gasp of relief. She half expected him to enter the cell and rape her; not unlike what Lumme did.

He finished his circuit and then stopped by the food dispensing unit. Pressing a few buttons, he ended with a tap on the dispense button.

Nothing sounded in Dina’s cell.

The other prisoners perked up and went over to pick up their trays. They ate in silence, using the benches for a table.

Dina jerked toward to where the food would have come out but nothing happened.

Naam grinned and walked away from the dispensing unit.

She let out a soft groan. “What about me?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he sorted papers for a few minutes before carrying the tablet out of the room and down the hall. He didn’t go the full distance but turned to another door and entered it. Dina didn’t know what was on the other side but the strange action filled her with dread.

When she saw Harmmon walking down the hall with the same full-length apron, the feeling of dread rose up even higher. There was a purposeful way of the female alien walked but also she didn’t look at Dina.

Dina shuddered with realization, it was the day they were going to cut into her. She turned and looked around for something, anything to do. Panic filled her but there was nothing.

Suddenly, the bench slid into the wall.

Dina spun around in surprise.

Naam grinned as he slowly lifted his large claw from the control. The smile grew wider as he tapped on other elements. In her cell, the buttons for the toilet turned dark, the lights brightened, and she felt an icy wind rush past her.

Her nipples grew harder.

Harmmon looked up and said something but the humming was too fast for Dina to pick up a word.

Naam answered, crossing his eyes, and then walked away from the controls.

Harmmon replaced him, looking over Dina. Her quills were flat against her back. “Harmmon marif Mina.”

Naam exhaled hard behind her, his shoulders shaking.

Harmmon looked over her shoulder to glare at him and then turned back to the glass. "Mina,” the rest of the words didn’t make sense. When Harmmon used her claw to trace a line from her own crotch to her throat, no translation was needed.

Dina looked down at her body, past her small breasts and to her belly. She was about to be cut into it, spread open to be turned into Lumme’s sex slave. Tears blurred her vision. She couldn’t do anything to stop it.

But there was something she could do. Trembling, she pulled the shift over her head and folded it. It took her two tries to neatly square it up. Looking around, she tried to find some place to put it. She couldn’t find one. Her one attempt to retaining her own agency failing, she looked up.

Harmmon’s eyes were wide and her quills were up.

Dina held it up. She thought about the night before, thinking about a word Harmmon used that sounded right for a request. "Nogo?” She was careful to end on a down note for a question.

Harmmon’s mouth opened slightly. Reaching out, she fumbled for the control for a moment and then the delivery cycler turned around with a hiss.

Dina said, "Mamagoo,” in hopes it meant “thank you” before placing her clothes in the cylinder. It didn’t rotate away, the clothes just stood there as if it was on a shelf.

Taking a deep breath, Dina returned to the center of her cell. She tried to find some center but failed. The tears were burning in her eyes and she could feel her heart pounding on her chest. She was about to be hurt and all she could do was stand there naked, waiting for it.

Harmmon watched her for a long moment. Then she said something to Naam.

The male alien came back with a full-face mask. He handed it to Harmmon while looking at Dina with a confused look.

Harmmon rotated the cylinder and put the mask on. "Nogo,” she said as she returned it back. The mask was on Dina’s clothes.

Shaking, Dina grabbed it and pulled it on.

Harmmon held up her large fingers and she slowly folded one after the other.

Dina held her breath.

The female alien finished and then spread out her fingers again, ready to count.

Naam positioned himself in front of the controls.

Dina exhaled and then inhaled again, drawing in deep breaths until she felt dizzy. She was scared, terrified actually. A bit of pee dribbled down her thigh as Harmmon began to count down again. This time, there would be acidic air rushing around her when the last finger folded.

“P-Please don’t hurt me,” whispered Dina knowing it would probably be the most painful moment in her life. She tensed as the second to last finger folded.

There was only one.

Harmmon closed her fist.

The glass opened.

Dina took one last breath and held the mask on with both hands.

The air rushed around her, hot and tingling. It felt like a thousand tentacles wrapping around her as the caressing sensation grew hot and sparking. She could feel the acid pricking against her pussy and asshole, her sensitive openings.

Naam started in the cell but Harmmon stopped him with an arm across his chest. She looked at Dina and then gestured for her to approach. "Nogo. Nogo. Misinni. Nogo.”

Sobbing, Dina stepped forward.

Naam stepped back, his mouth slack and his quills down.

Harmmon backed up and gestured for Dina to follow.

Dina did, stumbling forward as she felt the pricks of agony swirling against her sphincter and pussy. The tears were flowing faster down her face as she almost chased after Harmmon.

Naam followed after her, his hands out as if to block her escape.

Harmmon lead Dina down the hall to the door Naam entered earlier. Inside was a large shallow tank. A large auto-surgery unit was mounted next to the tank, a column of white-coated steel that would contain a thousand drugs, cutting instruments, and devices for repairing humans. The tank bubbled with a strange greenish fluid, swirls of yellow rolled through the liquid as they were injected by nozzles near the edge.

Harmmon pointed to the stairs leading into the tank.

The burning sensation rolled over Dina, sending new agonies across her skin. It felt like fingernails scraping. Her pussy burned and the agony ripped a fresh sob from her throat.

Clutching her face mask tight to her face, Dina stumbled for the stairs. It was obvious she was supposed to go into the tank but she didn’t know how she could keep the mask on her face under the water, she would drown almost instantly.

Harmmon helped her up. The female alien’s arms were like hot steel against Dina’s burning skin. Every touch was fire, magnified by the acidic environments that permeated the alien’s atmosphere. She grabbed one of Dina’s feet and plunged it into the green liquid.

Dina expected the fluid to be hot but it was almost a balm. It felt thick around her body, more like rolling gelatin instead of water. The acidic agony subsided slightly.

Relieved, Dina stepped into the tank. At Harmmon’s guidance, the steel-grip of the alien pushing her down, she plunged into the liquid as she sat down.

The immediate relief of the fluid against her burning pussy was almost an orgasm. The acidic air didn’t burn her sensitive openings. She clenched her muscles and then tried to relax but it was hard.

Harmmon spread her immense fingers across Dina’s back. It was obviously a sign to lean back.

Dina knew she didn’t have a choice. She leaned into the thick fingers. Tears burned in her eyes as the air ripped against her exposed nipples, shoulders, and even her ears. The sharp pains were increasing.

The female alien tapped Dina’s mask and then held up her clawed fingers again before counting down.

Dina started to panic. She was about to lose her face mask. She shook her head. “No, no, I can’t.”

She started to thrash, panic surging through her veins.

Naam plunged his hands into the fluid and grabbed her thighs. Shoving them down, his grip ground her into the bottom of the tank with a pressure that caused her joints to pop.

Dina screamed out, trembling. “I can’t. I can’t. Please don’t do this.” It was wild and primal, a desperation to flee.

The steel-like grip easily held her in place as Harmmon finished counting down and then spread open her hands again. The second time was the real time. She was about to breath in acid or drown in the liquid.

As soon as Harmmon folded her hand, she reached over and yanked the mask from Dina’s face.

Dina’s fingers cracked from the effort to hold them in place. She clamped her eyes shut and held her breath, struggling to contain the sobs that threatened to burst out of her throat. Her entire body strained against Naam’s grip, trying to escape.

Pressure smothered against her just before a powerful hand shoved her into the liquid. Her entire world became an overwhelming surging of ice.

Unable to hold her breath in shock, Dina’s mouth reflexively opened and she drew in a breath.

It was oxygen, not acid.

She opened her eyes and saw that she had a form-fitting mask over her face. It was attached to the auto-surgery. Monitors flashed up on the columns and she could ready sensors about her own body: oxygen levels, pulse, temperature.

Her heart still pounding, she stared in shock. She still struggled but the powerful aliens easily kept her pinned in the liquid.

“Administering sedative” flashed on the column. A rush of sweeter air flooded her lungs. Immediately, her heart slowed and a lethargy filled her veins.

Dina tried to pull herself up but her fingers felt rubbery and useless.

The sensor for her heartbeat stopped flashing red.

Dina drew in another breath and then a third.

Naam and Harmmon worked around her for a long moment. Dina couldn’t move her head to watch what they were doing, but they moved with practiced grace that reminded Dina that they had done the same for many other women in the last few weeks.

Pressure caught Dina’s thighs, ankles, wrists, and shoulders. It increased for a moment and then she found herself being pulled to the bottom of the tank, pinned in place by straps that restrained her utterly. The only part bare was her torso.

Harmmon adjusted something and Dina’s legs were pulled open.

Dina tried to resist but the drugs and the powerful machine easily spread her obscenely open, exposing her pussy and ass to the cool fluid that inside her openings.

Then there was thick fingers at her sex. It looked like Harmmon from the orange quills but Dina couldn’t look down. Instead, she could only stare at the ceiling as the digits, each one twice as thick as any human cock, rubbed against her opening until it found the entrance to her pussy.

Harmmon pushed her digit inside. It was lubricated by the thick slime that covered Dina but there was still resistance from the girth.

Dina tried to clamp down on her inner muscles but they were useless as Harmmon eased one of her digits deep into Dina’s cunt. The thickness stretched her inner walls, sending little sparks of pleasure to dissipate under the drugs that flowed through Dina’s veins. It was pleasure, not enough for an orgasm, but it brought a faint smile to Dina’s lips.

Harmmon eased the finger out and then back in, slowly pumping.

Dina bucked her hips, or tried at least.

Harmmon leaned over her and hummed something. There were no sounds through the surgical fluid, but the intent was obvious as was the digit that continued to pump deep into her pussy and back again.

Dina tried to give her a smile, even though she didn’t feel it. She was scared but the fear had been pushed back by the drugs and the small amount of pleasure was magnified by her helplessness. She shivered and sank into the pleasure of being penetrated.

It didn’t last.

Harmmon pulled out after a few minutes. Her quills flattened against her back as she straightened up. She stood on the edge of Dina’s vision, thankfully out of sight.

At least until Harmmon lifted up a short, narrow-bladed knife in her vision.

Dina tensed and the sensors flashed.

Harmmon mouthed something, Dina guessed it was an apology and then reached down.

The first cut felt like tugging, not slicing. It was right at the top of her labia, right along her clitoris. A burning sensation rushed through the drugs as the tugging sensation moved higher, working its way up as Harmmon cut into flesh above Dina’s pelvis before moving higher up.

Dina prayed that something would knock her unconsciousness but she had no luck. Instead, she could feel every slice as a muted tugging as Harmmon worked at slicing up her belly.

The large alien stepped into Dina’s vision as she continued to cut up, working the blade across her ribs. Her eyes were focused on, not looking at Dina’s.

Dina felt the knife scraping across her sternum and into the cavity of her throat. The agony increased, the drugs weren’t capable of muting the sharpness that speared her thoughts.

When Harmmon cut through the bones of her ribs to expose her heart and cheat, the unnatural sensation burned brightly. White stars swam across Dina’s vision, born by the agony that savaged her.

She tried to tense but the drugs kept her limp. She struggled to open her mouth but couldn’t. Instead, she was forced to focus on the blade as it cut clear to her throat before stopping.

Harmmon continued down, cutting deeper and spreading open her flesh.

A thousand nerves screamed out in agony as the two aliens pulled open Dina’s body, exposing her organs to the thick fluid that rushed in around her lungs, stomach, and intestines. It was icy, too cold, but the overwhelming sensations weren’t enough to knock her unconscious.

Thick fingers began to prod and push her insides, tugging something out of the way as they formed a cavity. Knowing how long Lumme’s cock was, Dina knew it was to create a long channel for his shaft, an opening that could take his full length inside her.

The tears burned in her eyes as Harmmon pulled up a coil of Dina’s intestines. She inspected it for a moment and then sliced through it, cutting a meter and a half long coil out of Dina’s own body.

It was torture for Dina. The muted agonies of having her own organs sliced open was nothing compared to the images and fears that ravaged her mind. She couldn’t do anything as Harmmon sealed the two ends back together, shortening her insides by the cut out section.

Naam came up. He held something dark just under the surface of the water. It looked like a deflated urn with two wide arms.

With a shock, Dina realized it was her uterus. The sliced off end was the remains of her pussy, the thin flesh looked like delicate paper as he held it over Dina’s head and began to finger it.

She had a front-row view as he jammed his law into her cervix, painfully clear in the light. He twisted and prodded, ripping open the knot of muscle with one and then two digits. Soon, it was a bloody ring that he could easily thrust two fingers into. When he dropped it to the side of her head, he was grinning directly at her.

Dina shuddered as the tugging and ripping continued. Her lungs felt crushed against the sides of her ribs as Harmmon stretched out the sliced off intestines along the entire length and then fitted the ruined uterus as an end cap right underneath Dina’s collarbone.

The auto-surgery came to life as it worked at sealing the sounds, the microscopic ends of the device reconnecting nerves that were never intended to be attached again while sealing up the flesh. Sparks of white floated across Dina’s vision but she couldn’t scream out as she felt new sensations wracking her body.

Time continued to stretch into painful infinity as the aliens worked their way back down to her belly, attaching and moving things around. It felt like they were stuffing her back into place as they finished modifying her body into an unnatural purpose, to be a victim to die on Lumme’s inhuman cock.

They started to touch her, prodding and stroking. Her mind struggled with the new sensations, she could trace the pressure from one finger as it ran along her organs, but then it jumped sharply to an entirely different place. When they drew their finger back, the jump was even starker. It make her feel broken, like her body had been put together wrong.

The tugging sensation of them closing her up was disturbing. They were pulling on both sides of her body to bring her back together again as the auto-surgery bonded the flesh together. She knew that the scar would mark her alteration for every but it also meant that the procedure was almost done.

It wasn’t. Even as the last of her ribs was sealed back together, there were digits prying her labia apart and something being shoved into her. It was a ribbed tube, easing past the still sensitive opening. It kept going and going, tracing out the nerves that were never intended to be together. It felt like an immense cock entering her but then a pressure as if she had to shit. Finally, it thumped against her ruined cervix with blasted her with a pain that was far more intense than anything she had experienced before.

Her mind cracked from the effort. It was wrong, it was terrifying. She tried to scream out but no sound came out.

Hot fluid poured into her severed womb. It surged to fill her uterus completely before pouring out the bloody ring of her cervix. The thick, searing liquid poured down the new length of her pussy, soaking it completely.

The tube was twisted and swirled inside her, overwhelming her with sharp agonies. The hot liquid being pumped into her quickly coated every ridge, bump, and crevice of her insides. The agony seared her senses but refused to go away. It kept building.

Dina kept trying to scream.

Finally, they pulled the tube out of her. Her entire body felt like fire.

Harmmon stood over her. She looked sad, quills down and her eyes wide. She mouthed something and reached down. Her thick fingers caught a port in the tube leading into her mask. She had another tube in her hand, one filled with something bright and yellow. Slowly, she fitted the two together until there was only a single valve between Dina’s aching lungs and whatever Harmmon was going to pump into them.

Dina found the strength to shake her head. She wanted to beg for mercy but her lips only quivered through the drugs.

Harmmon turned the valve.

Searing hot liquid poured against Dina’s lips, tingling. It easily surged into her slaw jaw and down her throat.

She was drowning.

She was choking.

Black swirls covered her vision, punctuated by the bright white agonies of her ravaged body.

Dina tried to thrash to escape but couldn’t.

The world was going to dark.

She prayed to whatever gods listened never to wake up.

Then there was nothing.