Objectification in Space

[Dactile]

The chains fell to the ground piece by piece as Ziza instructed them to release. Once it was no longer needed it slithered over to the captain and worked it's way up her body to rest in her arms. She started absentminded petting it as she watched Ziza prepare the new prisoner.

"While we're at it," she said looking down at their 'mascot' "What are we going to call you?"


This spread eagle position was much more comfortable than the previous one, but she wasn't about to consider it a favor. Alex couldn't see what Ziza was doing with the controls, but the cyborg seemed to be enjoying herself far too much. Once the machine started she saw the hose start to move around her in an automated sequence. A moment later Water came pouring out hot and hard. It didn't care about avoiding her face so Alex shut her eyes and grimaced. It felt like this thing was pressure washing her. Then came the soap. Seemed that it's way of removing dirt was to remove the first couple layers of skin. Alex cried out, only to be interrupted as some of the noxious stuff flowed into her mouth. So she coughed and sputtered her way through the cycle, eventually finding it was better to keep her mouth shut than allow any more of that soap in. It was getting hard to breath in all this. Never impossible, but it was a chore. Then, just when she thought it was over, the final cycle started. The new stuff burned at her already sensitive skin. Her hands clenched and opened in the restraints as she tried to exercise some kind of freedom, some kind of escape from it all.

Finally it all stopped after one rinse that seemed unnecessarily hard. Leaving Alex shaking in the stall. She wasn't cold, no if anything she felt as though she had been burned all over. She shook from the pain, humiliation and degradation of it all. Finally it didn't matter that she was a 'tough space pirate' anymore, and she started to cry.


"I've been keeping an eye on things and I believe the ship has already made some... quarters for everyone." Tineye said with a nod to Nix "We simply don't have anywhere else to put them for the time being."

[pbflyboy]

"Very well, Captain. I will go examine and prepare them." She was about to turm and go, when she noticed 02145,s discarded outfit lying nearby. Before she left, she picked it up, and scanned it, seeing that, while it was only on the prisoner a short time, there was already a great deal of fluid to wash off of it. She took the sprayer and began to hose it out as well, before hanging it on a hook next to the shower, and leaving the wash bay.

[teh603]

Ziza stood out of the way while the shower processed Alex. It made her a little wet inside her chastity belt seeing her handled like that. It was like the boys in the hangar bay washing down their fighters after a combat mission. She checked the release timer on the auto-wash, and noticed she only had a few more seconds. As the system released Alex, Ziza hurried in and managed to catch her before she could hit the floor.

"There, its all over," Ziza said, noting that she still needed to put some worming medicine into her food just in case of anything internal. But that wouldn't cause anything their new crewman would notice. Just a little liquid in a sauce, and that would be it. The results wouldn't even be noticeable either. " A blob of nanopaste dropped from the ceiling and started dressing her. "You're part of the crew now."

[Polecat]

"I wouldn't say part of the crew...." DJ noted from her stall across the way,"After all, According to the Ca.... er... the Mistress, _I'M_ not part of the crew, I doubt you'd make her crew over me... Would you?" she asks softly, suddenly having second thoughts about that statement.

(( Sorry for the brevity, just a quickie as I dash off to work ))

[Dactile]

Alex shrieked as the glob fell on her, not even having the benefit of seeing it happen to the others. She was too weak from her ordeal to put up much of a fight. She just moaned a quiet "Nnnooooo" as the cool metal spread across her body. As the bots passed over her it soon became apparent she was being given the "prisoner uniform". Black latex spread across her body, the numbers "02146" appearing in bright orange, and metal cuffs grew at her wrists ankles and neck. Though, apparently because she was a more violent prisoner, there was an addition to her outfit. A trio of zippers ran down each arm and leg. Yet, they weren't there to open her outfit.

Tineye approached behind Alex and took a look at the arms. Then she realized what the zippers were for. She pulled the girl's elbows together behind her back, and sure enough two of the zippers lined up with each other. She pulled up the one on the inside first, and then the one facing out, putting the prisoner in the equivalent of a strict arm binder. When each zipper reached the top it clicked to announce it was locked in place, and the built in thumbprint readers on the zipper tabs probably meant only someone 'authorized' could lower it again. Taking a look at the legs the captain realized that the same could be done there, putting her in a leg binder. But, if she used the outside and middle zipper it could be used to lock her in a frogtie. Or simply engage all three if she were feeling nasty. Presumable the same was true for the arms.

"45 is right." Tineye said taking a step back to look at the pirate "She's just a prisoner now. Maybe fuel for our engine, we'll see."

Alex, now 02146, whimpered as she tried to wiggle her arms free of their confinement.

[pbflyboy]

The surface of Nix's epidermal layer turned a little red as she exited the wash bay, and her modesty protocols resumed standard function. Her original programming had included several levels of modesty (for various scenarios) ranging from nudist to neck to ankles coverage. After a few embarrassing incidents early on, her modesty standard was set to medium, meaning she would be obliged to keep a certain percentage of skin (and a few key areas) covered. She paused outside the door, as she was briefly unsure as to how to proceed, when her outfit came back, exactly as it was, gloves and all. Reassure, and mostly clothed, she continued on to examine the prisoners' quarters.

[teh603]

Ziza glared at Tineye. "Don't scare the girl too much more," she said, "She doesn't even know how our engine works anyway." Ziza paused for a second, then said, "Let's just get her to her pod. We can sort things out later."

((Ker-snippity. Edited to not throw a monkey wrench into continuity))

[Polecat]

"45" as she seemed to be dubbed shook her head slightly,"No offense, but I don't think we should be too worried about how scared she is. She was just trying to pirate this vessel, wasn't she? If anything you'd think she'd be more then a little prepared for what might happen if she failed. I understand completely not wanting her to be too wound up, but...." she drifted off with a shrug, still left hanging in the shower as Ziza and Nix prepared the piratess for her new "home". Tho she had thought those transport tubes in the bay had been for them.... she was surprised to hear there were other accomodations.

[Dactile]

"I would think cells would be for the crew members." Tineye said tapping her foot. "I believe we have perfectly serviceable holding facilities in our cargo bay."

Tineye wanted to bully around a pirate. DJ was simply unfortunate enough to get caught up in the wake. Not that she hadn't begun to enjoy discomforting DJ as well...


Alex used to know the consequences of failure. However, months in space with easy prey had made her feel invincible. She had forgotten the days when she considered that a prison with it's three square meals wouldn't be all that bad. She had never anticipated this part of captivity though. Being 'dressed' by some unknown force. Placing her in an outfit better suited for a stripper than a prisoner. But she wasn't thinking of that now. For now she was beaten down, exhausted, and just hoping to wake up from this nightmare.

[pbflyboy]

The stalls in the cargo bay were where Nix had gone. The had straps and anchor points for various positions, but not much room for them. They also had a feeding tube and a toiletry system for long term storage. They could be left open, or sealed shut with a self contained system. Opened of course there was much more room, almost enough for a hammock-like set up. As Nix examined them, she saw the numbers for each prisoner in a digitized display above the stalls. Then she returned to the shower to prepare the first prisoner for transfer.