Dina leaned against the wall of her cell, shielding the light of the tablet from the rest of the prison cells with her arm and leg. Her pussy and insides still ached from Naam’s rape. Every time she shifted, she felt the scrapes and cuts deep inside her body, the aching reaching from cunt to throat.

She wanted to cry and break down, but then she remembered Korin. Setting her jaw, she pressed her thighs tightly together and sank into the pain. It drove her to concentrated.

She used her fingers to swipe through the dictionary pages until she found the entry she was looking for. It was the word for “restore”, the last three symbols matched what she saw on the video.

Tapping on the switch program, she brought up a programming game. It had taken her a while to understand it but the on-screen keyboard was almost identical to the one she saw on the blue-quilled alien’s wrist.

It felt right. She figured that the first four letters were a transponder for the suit, the rest was the command to restore the armor. She ran her fingers over the command, going through the motions as she repeated the command again and again.

She felt foolish pretending she would have any impact on Korin’s life.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, doubt striking into her.

Slowly she closed her eyes as a well of sadness rose up. They were going to die on the ship, along with hundreds of other humans that were going to be turned into sexual slaves or gladiators. All to cater to some bored aliens who stumbled on their ship.

There was a scuffle of movement, the sound of firm suit boots thudding against the ground. She tensed and flipped the tablet over to press against her belly and the long scar that bisected her. The movement caused her insides to twinge but she couldn’t afford to let the Lumme or Naam know she was reading.

The lights flickered on.

In the other cells, a few slaves lifted their heads and peered out with glaze, listless eyes. Soft cries rose up, mere hints of noise. Many of them turned away, curling up in fetal positions to cradle their own recent surgical injuries.

The sounds grew wider. Women’s voices echoed down the hall.

“Why are you doing this?”

“What is happening!”

“Oh, God. God, please, please don’t let…”

Dina shuddered. They were fresh humans from the stasis pods. More women to turn into slaves for raping. Their outfits still glistened with the gel that had filled the pods. They left a trail behind them, marred by their scraping feet.

Naam came in, shoving two humans in firm suits ahead of him. He dragged a third one behind him. The furthest one staggered as she was half-dragged into the room. Her cries, high-pitched sobbing, echoed against the walls.

Naam shoved two of them toward the center before picking the third completely off the ground. He looked over her for a moment. Her outfit showed little of her body but apparently he was judging by weight. He turned and looked at Dina, grinning widely with bright teeth. “Yeah, this one screams nicely.”

Her jaw tensed.

"I bet you’d like one of these for company. I know you fuck women.” He turned back to her. "You think you’d want to comfort her? Tell her that I’m going to rape that cunt of hers until she bleeds?”

The other two women sobbed as they clutched at the counter, looking around. Naam stood in the only exit and Dina’s heart fell as she saw any shred of hope cracking.

One of them caught her gaze. “Please help me,” she sobbed. Dina could see tears running down her cheeks. She reached out for Dina.

“I… I’m sorry,” Dina said. “I’m so sorry.”

Naam chuckled. "Telling them the truth?”

She glared at him.

Shaking the girl in his hands, he strode over to one of the other cells and tossed her in. He reached over and grabbed the third woman, the one who wasn’t talking, and tossed her into the same cell before slamming the glass plate shut.

He headed over to the third one.

She screamed and stumbled back.

Reaching over with his superior height, he grabbed her by the shoulder and yanked her back. His other hand caught her throat. Picking her up, he inspected her carefully through the firm suit. "She’s got a pretty face. I bet you’d like it between your legs.”

"Fuck you.”

She blanched as she realized she had spoken to him for the first time.

He grinned at her. "Already did, cunt. So, do you want her? Do you want a soft, mewing little bitch to warm you at night?”

She knew he wasn’t going to let her stay in her cell. He was toying with her, being cruel. She clenched her body, wincing at the pain from his recent rape. Panting softly, she clutched the tablet tight to her chest as she waited for the inevitable.

The woman was screaming, kicking out helplessly as her booted shoes smacked agianst his bare chest. Her fists were equally useless. The sound of his quills scraping against her firm suit bring a pang of sadness to Dina.

"No. You can’t have her. I don’t know why, but you don’t cry like the others. You aren’t broken like a proper slave.” He shook his head. "Best to get rid of you. Soon. Someone who will rape you to death.”

He strode across the open area. With a grunt, he threw the third woman into another cell.

Her body crunched against the wall and she slid down, landing on the two occupants already there.

With his other hand, he slapped the control and the shield slid into place. Naam stopped in front of Dina’s cell. "Tell them they have one minute to strip and get the face mask on or I will kill them.”

Dina shook her head.

"I’m going to kill them if you speak or not. You have less than one minute.”

With a gasp, she closed her eyes tightly and spoke out. “He’s going to vent the atompsohere.” Her voice filled the cell. “You have to get out of your firm suits now. T-There is a face mask.”

Dina hated herself for helping the enemy.

“The air is acid. It will burn, but he’ll… put fresh air in.”

“What is going on?” asked one of the women to her left. It was the one pleading for her. “What are they going to do?”

A tear dripped down her face. “They are going to surgically alter you and then rape you.”

“W-What!?” screamed all three.

“I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean.”

"Half a minute,” warned Naam.

“You… you….” Dina struggled with her words. “If you don’t put on the mask, the acid will choke you. It takes a few minutes and it will hurt so much, but if you want…”

She sobbed. “If you want, it will be over.”

The woman on the left spoke up again. “Why didn’t you?”

“I… I couldn’t.” Dina shook her head. “I couldn’t do it.”

There was scuffing and shuffles. Even without looking, Dina could tell all three of them were removing their suits. The pieces thudded against the ground, bouncing around.

Naam looked around. With a grin, he gestured to the cell with the one woman. "I bet this one is going to try killing herself. It won’t work.”

"Why?”

"Life. Everyone always tries to kill themselves but when the air is burning their lungs, they grab it. Just watch, maybe ten seconds.”

He headed toward the cell.

Dina called out. “He’s going to vent the air. It will only be a few seconds before you’ll have fresh again. Just a few seconds.”

The screams rose up, high-pitched and terrified.

A klaxon filled the air. She could imagine the flashing warnings on the screen, the burning acid in her lungs. She clutched herself and sobbed, hating herself and wishing that all three of them would die in brief agony.

There were screams that broke and then suddenly went silent.

Naam shook his head as he tapped on the side of Dina’s cell. "She’s going to live.”

She opened her eyes to glare at him.

His cock was half-hard, barbed quills sticking out. With a chuckle, he headed toward the entrance. "I quieted them so you can’t talk to them. Tomorrow, Lumme will sell you off. Which is a shame, because if I could afford you, I’d rape your body until you bled.”

Dina stared until he left the hallway, shutting off the lights.

A tear ran down her cheek. “Damn them. Fuck all of them.”

She flipped the tablet over. Positioning her hands, she typed the command again. Making sure she had it, she let her eyes closed and tried again. She had to keep going, had to keep hoping that she could save them. The only thing she could imagine, the only thing that gave her hope, was Korin out there and the possibility she could turn the tide in his fight.

Every time she entered the command, she thought about her husband’s body lying on the ground. Every time she verified, she remembered the fear she felt before every fight, every cruel game the aliens played.

When her vision blurred, she remembered how they raped her, used her, changed her to be a soft hole to fuck.

They were monsters. Horrible creatures that deserved to die a thousand deaths.

If she could kill them all, she would.

Until then, there was only thing she could.

She closed her eyes and entered the command again.