Chapter 5

“She’ll be waking up soon,” the voice seemed far away. Connie didn’t want to open her eyes just yet. Her whole body felt number. “Keep her restrained until the anesthetic wears off, Hold off on food and water for another hour, then only soft foods,” It sounded like a Doctor giving orders. A minute later, a door closed, and someone sat in a chair across the room.

“You heard, right?” came a familiar voice. It was her guard. Connie’s body stiffened. Or so she thought. “You are a sneaky bitch, aren’t ya? Pretending to still be out cold like that,” she giggled. It was a horrific sound, more anomalistic than female, or human. “I heard your breathing change.”

Connie opened her eyes to see a sterile white ceiling. She tried to move her head, but couldn’t. She tried her arms and legs but to no avail. It was more than the restraints, her body wasn’t obeying her wishes, and she was paralyzed. It must be that anesthetic the Doctor mentioned. She must have been making the bed shake, trying to move because her guard just kept laughing at her.

An eternity later, Connie found she could move her head. She also wiggled her fingers and toes, which moved as desired. She heard the scraping of metal against the concrete floor. Boot stomped toward her. “You thirsty?” asked her guard. “Too bad we can’t sit you up yet.” The Guard came into her field of vision, then lifted a sports bottle to her mouth and drank.

A moment later, the woman’s face was over hers and coming closer. Connie shook her head back and forth, squirming in her bond as the rather butch woman got closer. “N ... no!” Connie croaked. The woman stopped, swallowed, and pulled back from her.

“Got some voice back, eh?” she remarked, sardonically. “Well, you have a choice here, muffin.” The guard held up a long tube, it had a sizable needle at one end and a bag of clear liquid at the other. “Choose,” came the demand, “I poke you in the arm and you get hydrated that way,” Then she leaned in with a smile, “Or, you indulge me and whet your whistle instead.”

Connie’s mouth was dry, and an IV wouldn’t help that. She sighed and opened her mouth. The guard smiled, and took another drink from the bottle, then pressed her mouth to Connie’s and released the cool liquid into her open mouth. The woman above her used her tongue to swish it around and the moisture also coated Connie’s lips

For such a masculine woman, Connie found this person’s lips soft and feminine. She swallowed and involuntarily closed her eyes and sighed into the guard’s mouth. This didn’t go unnoticed. The guard reached down and held Connie’s head, gently, and deepened the kiss, probing for a bit, before sucking Connie’s tongue, mashing their lips together and holding them like that.

After a few minutes, she broke the kiss and pulled back from Connie. She looked down at Connie with a smile, and gently wiped errant drops from the corners of her mouth. “I’m Roxy, by the way,” she said in a low voice, almost a whisper. It sounded odd to Connie and raised goosebumps on her skin.

“Con ... sta ... nice,” Connie croaked, her throat still dry and tight.”

Roxy smiled down at her, “Well, Connie, I’ll be your best friend, as long as you obey me.” Connie passed out again. When Connie came to, her whole body felt like it had been crushed by a semi-truck. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been out this time, or the last time, for that matter. She looked around and found herself back in her plain cell. The entire area was silent, not even sobbing from adjoining cells. Connie suddenly fell very alone. She felt her midsection. She was not showing? Had this only been days?

The outer door opened and then shut quickly afterward. Connie felt comforted by the familiar sound of boots. Her cell door opened and Roxy stepped in, a smile on her face and her finger to her lips. “Pack up Thirty-Three” she barked in a commanding voice. Connie jumped up, still stark naked, and looked around, then shrugged. “Right!” Roxy shouted, “Let’s move out!”

Once outside, Roxy whispered. “Had to play for the people listening,” she snickered,” You know what I mean?” Connie nodded and Roxy beamed. Maybe Roxy had meant what she said. “I’m taking you to your new place. There’s no need to monitor you anymore, but you won’t be released.” Roxy seemed genuinely upset by that. “But I’ll be around a lot more now. And you can have clothes too.”

Connie felt herself smile but still said nothing. Roxy stopped and began checking Connie out, head to toe as if she had never seen her naked body before. “You know sweetie,” she began. “For all you’ve been through, you are in top-notch shape.” What she’d been through? Now she noticed, Roxy’s hair was a bit longer than usual, and there were a few more wrinkles on her face.

Connie tried to speak in a low whisper but croaked instead. “What I’ve been through?” she coughed then asked, “What do you mean?” Roxy’s face grew serious and she grabbed Connie by her arm and dragged her quickly to an open door, flung her inside, and closed the door. The two stood standing, facing each other. Roxy looked at her sternly and Connie felt panicked.

Roxy pulled a small device from her belt and activated it, making a sweeping motion with her arm. “Good,” she sighed. “As promised, not bugs,” Roxy took a deep breath then said, “I guess it’s time to fill you in.” She stepped slowly toward Connie, who suddenly had the feeling that she should try to flee, somewhere, anywhere, away from here.

“You were in the chamber for just over one year,” Roxy said levelly and looked closely at Connie. Confusion covered Connie’s features. “Nine months and three days after going in, you gave birth,” Roxy went on, and she saw realization suddenly begin to bloom in Connie’s expression. “You spent the next three and a half months on recovery settings,” Roxy informed her, apologetically.

The scream that filled scream that filled the small room caused Roxy to wince and cover her ears. When she accustomed herself to the noise, she grabbed Connie and pulled her into her chest tightly, burying Connie’s face in her muscular breasts. “Easy, babe,” Roxy tried to soothe her, “Calm down, Calm down.”

After about ten minutes, Connie’s cries became whimpers, then short gasps, and she finally croaked, “Where ... Where’s my baby?” She nearly began crying again, but took a deep breath and sobbed into Roxy’s chest. Roxy led her over to the bed and sat her down.

“Just relax, I’ll fill you in on what I can,” she said and began to strip her clothes off. Connie watched as Roxy removed all of her clothing, and finally stood naked before her. She was all muscle, but still all woman, with Firm breasts with large nipple topping rock-hard pectorals. She had eight-pack abs, and a star-shaped landing strip above her pubic mound, which lay between a pair of iron thighs.

Roxy lifted Connie and sat her on her lap, hugging her close. The heat coming from her hard body calmed Connie and made her sink in against the muscular woman, begging for more heat, more comfort. Roxy began to recount things for Connie and told her to hold her questions til she finished. Connie rested her head against Roxy’s chest and sighed.

“You’re mine now,” Roxy said in a rather seductive tone. “I traded in my vacation time for you. You were so beautiful when saw you, I just had to have you,” Connie couldn’t see it, but felt Roxy stiffen as if smiling proudly in a mirror. “This is temporary. Tomorrow the additions to my place will be ready and we’ll move on over there. Roxy hugged Connie and then began her story.

“I was born here, ya know,” Roxy announced, taking a deep breath. “My mom was just like you, only they made her have more kids than just one.” Roxy laughed, then leaned over Connie and kissed the crown of her head. “You may not think it’s lucky, but it is. Your womb gave out and they had to remove it after your daughter was born.” Connie stiffened under Roxy’s arms.

“They have a drug that almost always ensures you have girls. My mom was forced to have five kids before she died having number six.” Roxy sniffed. “Six didn’t make it either.” Roxy hugged Connie a little tighter and went on. “When you broke, they wanted to put you on the streets to turn tricks. I told them I’d rather have you for myself. It didn’t take much to convince them.”

Connie’s tears began to flow, the wetness making Roxy’s skin slick. But Roxy went on. “This is a baby factory,” she said. “They breed women, then take the children, don’t know what for, but afterward, if the women don’t die, they get sold, or they get put to work as whores.” Roxy sighed heavily, causing her chest, and Connie’s head to rise and fall slightly.

“Sometimes boys are born, and they get raised to work here and impregnate other women” Roxy chuckled at that. Connie didn’t have time to wonder why as Roxy went on. “I was third born, and I eventually got to meet my Dad,” she said, hugging Connie once again.

“He was a big man,” Roxy paused. “I bet you never would’ve figured that out.”Roxy rocked back and forth with Connie snuggled up to her. “I think they wanted a boy, but go me. Still, I was bigger than most babies, so they kept me to grow up and train with the boys.” A snort and snicker escaped her lips. “They were all embarrassed when they found out I was a girl.”

“Anyway, this place just keeps going, because we are funded by some big Countries,” Then she snorted. “Some small ones too.” She began stroking Connie’s hair absently, like a pet. “Who knows ... Maybe the kids that got taken away are raised for some mission to Mars or something like a moon colony,” A peel of laughter split the quiet then. “Wouldn’t that be a kick? My sisters and our daughter living on the moon?”

When she paused, Roxy felt a vibration against her abs, and Connie spoke in a muffled voice that was almost a sob. “Roxy?” she asked, sounding a bit nervous. “You aren’t going to kill me, are you?”

Startled by that, Roxy released Connie and held her up at arm’s length, facing her. “Sugar,” she said in a pleading voice. “What I did back there I had to do for the job,” She pulled Connie in and kissed her lips gently, more gently than Connie thought possible. “You’re min now, and I’ll take care of you.”

The two hugged, and Connie felt some assurance that she might be safe. Just some.