Dina stretched out across the bench, her belly pressed tight against the unyielding material and her breasts crushed underneath her weight. She held herself up on her elbows as she stared at the tablet in front of her.

She was on the seventh education section. She wasn’t sure how to correlate her own Standard Education Levels to whatever the aliens used but she guessed she was at an eighth-grade level from the complexity. She tapped on the first topic, math, and started working through the base-8 formulas.

Just as she was finishing up one of the tests—she was getting good at the multiplications using only eight fingers—she saw Lumme striding down the hall with Naam and Harmmon following.

Immediately, the muscles in her back and legs tensed. Trembling, she forced her head to remain focused on the tablet but she stopped seeing the brightly colored images and focused on the three aliens with her peripheral vision.

The last time Lumme had come into the cell was the day he raped her. Her inner muscles tensed as she remembered the sharp agonies of being impaled. Her pussy, less pained after a few days of healing, clenched and she felt the dull ache of healing wounds grinding against each other.

Naam stopped at the center table of the cell. He had some sort of device in his hand. It was new, something Dina hadn’t seen before. It looked like a wide drill bit with teeth a few centimeters apart but a smooth tip. The flared edge shone strangely.

The male alien held it with a thick handle with the point aimed away from him. He twisted it a few times and hummed with amusement. Then he turned and looked directly at Dina.

Her body tensed with fear.

He mimed thrusting it into her, driving up pointedly, and twisted again. With a cruel smile on his lips, he pressed a thick button on the handle and a circular blade snapped out along the ridge.

Dina jumped.

Naam hummed at her. “You have already been drilled, fuck hole.”

Laughing, he headed for the far end of the cells with his quills standing up on their ends with his excitement.

Harmmon came around, her quills flattened. She had on her apron and surgical equipment. She was also not happen, judging from her eyes.

Seeing it, Dina finally turned and backed against the wall. Her shoulders ground against the wall. "No, no,” she whispered.

Harmmon nodded her head, leaned toward her. "Not Dina, number one-zero-three.”

Dina frowned until she realized Harmmon referenced another cell number. With a feeling of dread, she looked over her shoulder at one of the cells. A tired-looking brown-haired girl with dark shadows for eyes looked dully up as Naam slid away the door protecting her from the acidic air.

The glazed look faded away as pain registered. She let out a brief scream which ended in a rasp as the acid burned her throat. She clutched it, flailing helplessly as she tried to escape Naam.

The alien slapped a face mask across her face, driving her forward to slam her head into the wall. His muscles bunched up as he shoved her up, pulling her off the floor until her feet were kicking against his hard chest.

She clutched his wrist, trying to free himself.

Naam lowered his his other hand, the one with a drill.

With a sickening realization, Dina knew what it was designed for. The dread pooled in her stomach but she couldn’t look away.

Naam shoved the drill up between her legs, driving it deep into her pussy. There was a spray of blood as he tore through her labia and inner walls, shredding the very opening Dina had lost.

With tears in her eyes, Dina snaked her arm underneath her body to press against her own destroyed sex. She knew what was going to happen.

Naam twisted hard. The teeth of the drill caught the poor victim’s nether lips and pulled them straight, stretching them along the cutting blade until they were taut. The tiny hairs stuck out.

She screamed shrilly, kicking and lashing out. Her words came out in a rush of babbling, high-pitched and desperate.

The alien thumbed the control on the drill. The cicrcular blade snapped out, cutting easily through flesh. More blood splattered in all directions.

The scream rose higher until her voice cracked.

Blood sheeted down her thighs as Naam yanked down, ripping her pussy lips completely from her body in a spray of crimson.

Dina sobbed and covered her mouth, her vision blurring with tears. She clenched her other hand against her pussy, cupping it protectively even though she had already been mutilated.

With the woman still screaming into her mask. Her legs kicked out, spraying blood everywhere.

Naam easily carried her out of the room and down to the surgery.

With her quills flat against her back. Harmmon followed.

Lumme, on the other hand, remained behind to circle around the prison cells. He stopped in front of Dina’s cell and peered inside. His piercing eyes bore into her.

Unable to pretend to be looking at her table, she sobbed and shook her head. "Ki,” she whispered in her own broken voice.

"Soon you won’t be the only one, fuck slave.”

His low, growl of a hum sent a shiver of terror down her spine. She clamped her thighs around her hand and clutch herself.

"You were the first… and the best. I’ll be enjoying you for a long time.”

A scream snapped through the air but it ended in a wet gurgle. Dina knew that the other woman was being shoved into the vat of chemicals that would protect her from the acidic air and allow them to surgically length her vagina to handle the brutal, killing cock of the aliens.

Shivering, she looked at the other cells.

"They will all be fuck slaves, thanks to you.” He chuckled, a low growling noise. He tapped the side of her cell and headed toward the surgery room.