Chapter 10

Kim did her best to rest in the crate with Isula. There just wasn’t enough space for two girls in the meter cube, which seemed fine with the redhead. But, with the door closed, Kim’s word was lost in the darkness behind the blindfold. She was tightly hogtied by her cuffs and knew that Isula was dressed exactly like her.

The close skin contact caused the girls to wiggle against each other occasionally, and Isula finally said, “Oooh, I shouldn’t have said eight hours.”

“Why not, slave?” Kim asked a bit sleepily.

“I need to pee.”

Kim woke up fully and struggled a bit, “Oh no, don’t pee here!”

“I don’t know if I can hold it.”

Kim panicked and squirmed against her tight bondage, “Don’t struggle so much, Slave.” Isula cried out, “You’ll make me pee! Oh no!”

There wasn’t enough room in the crate for the girls to be positioned for cleaning, and Kim found herself on her back underneath Isula as the blasts of water started to wash the two. She desperately kept her head up above the growing pool of water as Isula tried to avoid the anal probe.

“Ooooh! That ... Oh...” Isula cried out as fluids filled her rectum and bowels.

Kim found herself letting loose her own urine as she struggled, and when she thought she couldn’t hold herself above the water anymore, another probe found her anus and forced its way in to give her a deep cleaning. She threw her head back and did her best to keep her mouth closed.

Finally, she cried out loud as the struggles and situation caused her to have a panic climax. A bubble erupted from her mouth as she lay there under the water. She didn’t have time to swallow the water as she was still crying out when the water suddenly drained from the tank.

After a few coughs, she was fine but still panicked. She laid on her back, her arms trapped behind her. The latex cushions of the box made the position somewhat comfortable. Unfortunately, Isula’s hogtied body lay on top of hers, increasing the pressure on her bound arms.

“Are you ok, Slave Kim!?”

“Oh yes, just that was scary.”

“You came, didn’t you? Do you like to be scared?”

“I ... I don’t know. I panicked, and I don’t know.”

“I think I love you, Slave.”

“Umm, you just met me.”

“Aww. Well, you like to be tied up like I do!”

“I don’t!”

“You do. And every time I call you slave, I feel a shiver through your body.”

“I really wish it wasn’t on my ID.” She could feel her face heat up. And then she felt the redhead’s lips on hers.

“Shhh, I love your name, and I have the same name now.”

“Gah, but. You have that number, and I can’t remember it. It’s so objectifying.”

“1789323.”

“178...” Isula gave her another kiss, pressing against her mouth again.

“89323.” The redhead said.

“89323.”

“There you go, perfect!”

“I thought Isula was a beautiful name.”

“But it’s a name my parents gave me. And they didn’t love me.”

“I’m sorry, slave,” Kim said.

“It’s fine, slave. This is why I think I love you. We can be slave sisters.” She giggled, “And we can call it incest.”

“You’re crazy, Slave 178.”

“89323 ... No, I’m not. Just think of it as a game only family can play together.”

A giggle escaped her mouth as Kim thought about it. “You’re incorrigible, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am. But you love me because I am.”

“I just met you. I don’t know if I love you yet.”

“But you have feelings don’t you?” Isula asked and kissed her again.

“Yes. But I lost my memories. So I don’t know anything, really. I don’t know who I am.”

“Shhhh, Slave. You’re safe with me here. Can you tell me about it?”

“I don’t know if I should. There’s things I know that I don’t know if I can share.”

“Oh, like what, love?”

“I can’t say! I feel like it would be bad to tell you all that I’ve seen if you don’t know already. Hey, there’s only eight recruits here, right? What happened to the rest.”

Isula moved down Kim’s body so she could rest her head against the taller woman’s breasts.

“We don’t know. There were around four hundred of us here—something like twelve platoons. We’re the 8^th. When the attack started, almost everyone went out to help with damage control. Only our platoon and the 9^th were kept back for reserves.”

“That should be something like sixty people left here. So why are there only eight?”

“We were reserves, and squads were sent out one by one to help out. We were the last one. And then something happened.”

“The behemoth ate the ship?”

“I don’t know ... Is that what happened?”

“I’m not sure, but,” She sighed, “Don’t tell anyone this, but I think there’s only about a cubic kilometer of the ship left.”

“Oooh, that’s no good. So just the training area?”

“And a hanger bay.”

“Thank you for telling me, slave.”

“You’re welcome, slave.”

“Everyone else is probably dead. Everyone?”

“I don’t know.” Isula snuggled closer to Kim, pressing her head against her breasts. Kim wiggled under Isula before she continued, “I wish I could hug you, slave. But we’re both hogtied.”

“That’s fine, slave.” Isula giggled and moved up to give Kim another kiss. “Just knowing you want to and that we’re both naked slaves is enough.”

“You really want to be a slave, don’t you? I wish I could understand.”

“Because it feels like I belong. It feels like someone wants me.”

“I guess I can understand that. I guess I was lucky to have a family.”

“Yes, you were. But we can be family now, please?”

“Sure.” She said after a moment.

“Oh good, I’ll call you big sister! And we can be sold together.”

“Ugh, ok, I’ll be big sister, but we’re not getting sold!”

“Awww, all right. We should try to rest. We have some endurance tests to do after.”

The crate opened, and the two tumbled out. Isula found herself untied, and Kim was able to stretch her legs at least. Isula stood up and stretched, “I guess it’s time we should get up.” She pulled off her blindfold and helped Kim up to her feet. She then went down to her knees and licked along Kim’s folds, “Oooh, I wish we were head to crotch in there!”

“Then you would have peed on me!”

“You’re kinky, Slave!”

“No! I don’t want that.”

Isula laughed, “I know I was just teasing you.” She said and reached between Kim’s buttocks and pushed her finger against the tight hole she found.

“Oooh, stop, slave! Please, if you make me cum, I’ll be too tired to do these tests.”

“If you say so, slave.” Isula stood up, wrapped her arms around Kim again, and pulled her head down for a kiss, “you’re so sexy when you’re tied up like this. You look just like Kim Stone too. You’re not a fan girl are you, like Lynn?”

“Who’s Lynn?”

“She’s in my squad. And she’s an intense Kim Stone fan girl, even has magenta hair like yours. But hers is a dye job.”

“Oh ... I don’t remember why I have that hair color. I had brown hair before I enlisted.”

“Just like Kim did! Wow!”

“How do you know?”

“Lynn knows everything about Kim Stone. I mean everything. Like when she got genetic modifications to her hair, just to piss off the Erathan Ambassador.”