Part 16

Molly was in hell. On her knees in the little cage, with her hands cuffed behind her back, she had nothing to do but remember what had happened in the last few days, or was it weeks? She didn't know which day it was anymore, or even if it was night or day.

She had signed those guardianship papers in the hope of leaving Earth, or at least getting her kids away, but now she wished she hadn't. At first it had looked like everything was going according to plan. Chrissy and Gina had been picked up where they worked, so she knew the Confederacy would come for the kids. Then her slut of a sister showed up on her doorstep with her bastard offspring and the loser she'd married, and things had gone downhill from there.

She had expected a couple of Marines, but only a pizza delivery boy had shown up, with a skinny nigger bitch and a trashy no account slut following him. Heather's loser husband had tried to ruin things, but the boy pointed his fist at him and knocked him out with some kind of ray-gun. He knocked out Wanda too, but that was probably for the best, it kept her out of trouble.

Chrissy, like the good daughter she was, or the good daughter Molly had thought she was, had saved a place for her. Chrissy somehow managed to get places for her aunt and cousin too, but they were places as whores, which was about what her slutty little sister and that snotty bastard daughter of hers deserved.

On the ship things got even worse. The boy took the kids off to medical, which she assumed must be some kind of clinic. Chrissy kissed him before he left, which confused her, but she didn't get a chance to ask about that because they were all whisked off to a briefing. There, a big Marine blabbed on and on about how things were different, then demanded everybody get undressed. She didn't want to, but nobody else raised any real objections. The trashy girl and the nigger bitch stripped right down. Chrissy had convinced her she had to, and although it was real embarrassing it was probably a good thing she had, the way some other woman got yelled at.

She had covered herself the best she could with her hands all the way to Chrissy's pod, not realizing that no one was really interested in looking at her. Inside the pod, Chrissy got some short gray dress looking things from a machine in the wall, and passed them out. Molly decided to put her foot down, and get Chrissy back on track. Chrissy was her best behaved child and had never caused her any real trouble before, except for a couple of times during the divorce.

"It's kind of revealing." Molly had said, referring to the gray dress thing, "can't you get me something else to wear?" She had figured that it was a good place to start. Chrissy had always been shy and modest, she was probably more embarrassed than Molly was about all the skin the skimpy thing showed.

"It's what you get for now, Mom." Chrissy had sounded tired, that was good too. Her second daughter didn't like to argue so Molly had figured she could wear her down quickly.

"If that thing," she said, pointing to the machine, "can make uniforms, it can make regular clothes." Chrissy almost always bowed to logic, she was a lot like her father that way.

This time though, she ignored Molly. "Aunt Heather, you can share a room with Megan. There is an empty one upstairs. That circle over there is an elevator. Just step on it and it will take you upstairs. You come down the same way, just step off." The boy that had come to pick them up came down as she pointed it out.

Molly didn't like that one little bit. It was one thing to have niggers run errands for you, but to let them in your house? That reminded her, her daughter had hugged and kissed this boy earlier. "What's he doing here?" she demanded. Chrissy better have a damn good explanation....

"This is Freddie, he's my...." Chrissy's voice trailed off, she was obviously trying to think up a story to excuse her behavior.

The boy smiled and took Chrissy's hand. "Husband, I'm her husband. We're the closest thing to married that the Confederacy recognizes."

Husband? What the fuck was Chrissy thinking? Molly had to do something about this, right now. "How could you do that? You married a nigg...."

Crack! Chrissy had smacked her face before Molly had realized her daughter even moved. The force of the blow rocked Molly's head back. "Shut up!"

Molly put a hand up to her cheek, staring at her daughter. Her daughter, her baby girl, her good girl who never even yelled, had slapped her. "You hit me."

Chrissy's voice was strange, harsh to her ears, "Mother, you aren't in charge here. Apologize. Now."

"God, you sound just like your father. That bastard always tried to tell me what to do too, always trying to get me to do sick twisted things." Molly folded her arms and looked Chrissy right in the eye, she had to put a stop to this before things got out of hand. "That didn't work for him, the pervert, that's why he tried doing them with you girls. If Gina had done what I told her, he'd be in jail where he belongs."

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Chrissy screamed, slapping her again and again. When Molly put her hands up to protect her face, Chrissy punched her in the stomach. "Don't you talk bad about Daddy ever again." Molly doubled over in pain. Chrissy grabbed her hair with one hand and pounded on her back, yelling. She fell to the floor trying to curl into a ball while Chrissy kicked her with steel toed boots and screamed, until somebody dragged her out of the room.

Molly lay on the floor sobbing until Heather helped her upstairs. "Why did she do that? She just went crazy...."

Heather hadn't answered. She just helped her onto a bed and left the room. Molly had laid down on one of the twin beds in the room, and pitied herself.

She remembered wishing it was more comfortable, but she'd give anything to get out of this cage and go back there, go back to where she only hurt in a few places instead of all over, go back to where she could lay down, to where her jaw didn't ache from the gag in her mouth, to where her knees didn't hurt from the floor. To go back to where she could sleep. She hadn't been able to sleep for more than a few minutes for what seemed like forever. She just wanted to sleep....

"Eumphhh" she screamed into her gag as electricity shot through her. This time the shock was from the clamps on her nipples. The time before that it had been from the dildos strapped into her pussy and ass. She'd been wearing them so long she was used to them, unless they were shocking her or unless... Oh no, not again... The toy in her pussy vibrated, gently at first, then more and more violently until she screamed into the gag again as she came.

Gina had cum, that first night. She'd come back from the shower wearing a towel, laid on the other bed and, thinking Molly was asleep, moaned quietly as she jilled herself off. Gina had just started on a second round when the AI called her downstairs. She'd come back about two hours later, her eyes red from crying, sperm dripping down her legs.

Molly had thought this was her chance to get Gina on her side. Gina could nearly always get her little sister to do what she wanted, and Molly could use her to break up this sham of a marriage. She started to speak, then realized that despite her red-rimmed eyes, Gina was happy. Gina was hardly ever happy. Molly needed more information, and sat up. "Gina?"

To her surprise, Gina backed away, holding her arms out to fend Molly off. "Get the fuck away from me, Mom. I might have to share a room with you, but I don't have to talk to you." Gina lay down on the unoccupied bed, pulling the covers over her head. "Just leave me the fuck alone, I'm tired."

"But...." Gina's moods were changeable, but usually not that changeable. There wasn't anything to say, not with Gina in one of her moods. In the morning, she'd decided to leave it until morning....

"AAAAMMMmmmfffff!" a pulsating burst of energy ran from the metal floor of the cage through her body to her abused cunt. If they wouldn't let her sleep, they could at least feed her, or give her something to drink. It would almost be worth another whipping with that damn belt just to get out of the cage for a little while.

The next morning was where she'd really fucked up. The AI had woken Gina up, given her a new shift and some panties, and told her to go downstairs. Molly had tried to get new clothes, but the AI wouldn't do anything for her. It would barely respond, and then only to tell her she didn't have permission to leave the room.

Sometime during the night, a bathroom had appeared in the room, just a toilet, a sink with a mirror and a shower. There wasn't so much as a curtain to divide the bathroom from the rest of the bedroom. Molly used the toilet, wiping herself hurriedly and standing up when Gina came back in. Her eldest daughter looked nervous, probably regretting the language she'd used the night before. This was Molly's chance to get some control back. "Make me some panties with that machine."

"I can't do that, Mom."

"You listen here young lady, You're gonna do it right now, or I swear I'm gonna.... Yipe!"

Gina had shot her with one of those ray-guns the boy had used. It felt like a bee sting, but only lasted a second. "Mom, Chrissy sent me up to explain things."

"Your sister is out of control, we've got to talk some sense into her."

Gina had pointed the ray-gun at her. "I don't wanna have to do this, Mom, but Chrissy doesn't want to talk to you right now. She's still mad."

"I don't care if she is mad, she's got no right to treat me like this!" Molly yelled. "Why can't I get out of this room? I can't even get this machine to give me a pair of panties. Why do you get a pair and I don't? I know why, I heard you come in last night. You fucked that nigg...." There was a soft zap. Molly had squealed when the pain hit her. The ray-gun knocked her off balance a bit too.

"She's probably watching right now, just let me talk okay? Please?" Gina whined. "It's time for breakfast. Chrissy says if you want to eat, you have to promise not to say anything the whole time we're gone. If you do, she's going to have me zap you with this every time you talk, and you won't get to eat, you'll just have to sit there and watch. You promise?"

"I promise, but it's not right. I raised her better than this."

"Mom, I..." Gina looked nervously at the walls and ceiling, "I think you'd be better off if you could just quit talking, If you go on about things, you're just going to make her madder."

"She has to listen to me, I'm her mother. I know what's best for her."

"Mom! Just be quiet, please! Things aren't the same as they were, don't you get it? She's in charge, and we have to do what she tells us. Just sit down on the bed, we have to do one thing and then we can get you some food." Gina pointed the raygun at her again, her thumb on the button.

"What?" Molly held up her hands, she hadn't wanted to get stung again, "Wait, now wait, you don't need to do that, I promised to be quiet."

"I'm sorry Mom, I really am, but I have to do this. She says it will help you remember not to talk."

"Noo...." Zap, zap, zap....

"Huuunnn" Molly moaned as the dildo in her ass zapped her again. She couldn't help falling asleep, she was so very tired....

With the third shot, Molly had fallen backwards on the bed. She lay there panting until Gina had threatened to shoot her again if she didn't get up. Her daughter marched her downstairs, and as they left Chrissy's new place, took her hand and whispered in her ear, "I'll shoot you as much as I need to, it doesn't bother me at all. I'm pretty mad at you too, so just keep your fucking mouth shut until Chrissy tells you you can talk." With that, Gina had dragged her off behind Chrissy and that boy.

The food in the mess hall had been good, it was like a buffet, but she could pick from a huge menu and it popped right out of the machine. She hadn't taken as much as she'd wanted, it wouldn't have been good for her diet, but now she wished she'd stuffed herself. Her stomach growled as she remember all the food that had been on the tables.

The trashy cunt's sisters had been there, making out with some girl wearing only a t-shirt. The girl had been bragging about how good her brother was in bed, and how he had spanked her. Molly had ignored them, the food was good, she hadn't eaten since lunch the day before, and besides she had to figure out how to get her control back. Deep in thought, Molly hadn't seen what started the fight. There had been a crash of silverware, and a flurry of blows between half a dozen people. The nigger boy had gone down hard, and a gook stabbed a Marine. The Marine and some woman got carried away, but the Marines that showed up hadn't done anything about the fight, just told everybody to behave.

Chrissy treated the boy like a hero for getting knocked down. Molly still didn't understand that part. She'd been staring at her breakfast, trying to figure out her next move when Gina elbowed her. She glared at her daughter, but remembered to keep her mouth shut. Chrissy had repeated her orders. "Gina, take our mother to medical please, then bring her to the pod. Molly hadn't even been able to finish her breakfast. Gina had hopped up and started waving that ray-gun around, so Molly had done what she was told.

The trip to medical was just like the night before. She'd lain down in the tube and then got back up. Gina marched her through the corridors and back to Chrissy's pod. Inside, there were pictures of her bastard ex on the wall with his new family. Molly couldn't help herself "Where did you get those pictures?" she had snapped.

Chrissy had glared at her, "Daddy sent them this morning."

That was too much and Molly had lost her temper. It was a bad move. She couldn't even remember most of what she had said, but the words of her youngest echoed in her ears. "You didn't want me? You didn't want me and Daddy did. Why? Why didn't you let him stay with us? I could have had a little sister. I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!"

She had tried to go after Wanda, to explain she hadn't meant it that way, that she really did love her and want her, but both of her other daughters shot her with those damn ray-guns, and she had fallen to the floor. She had tried to argue, and even to fight, but found herself standing in the corner with the boy's hand over her mouth. "Don't move," he had said, "don't talk, just try and relax. She's going to talk to you in a bit. You need to tell her the truth, tell her the truth about everything she asks. The AI can tell if you lie, and I'm sure she told it to let her know if you do."

She had stood there while they talked about her, and the computer had made it so she couldn't even listen. After a long agonizing silence, she heard her daughter's voice, "Mother, come stand over here next to Kitty. Stand just like she is...."

Molly shifted her weight, leaning against the side of her cage, trying to relieve the pressure on her knees. The buzzing of the vibrator in her pussy was a welcome distraction. It ran for five minutes or maybe twenty, there was no sense of time inside the cage. The buzzing brought her close, but it never got intense enough for her to cum....

She'd cum a lot that night though, despite her best efforts to avoid it. Chrissy and the boy had tried a good cop, bad cop routine on her, it had been obvious. They'd even used the trashy slut as an 'example' for her.

Molly hadn't fallen for it, but now she wished she had. Her resistance had been the last straw she guessed. She'd wound up naked and in chains, with Chrissy beating her with the belt. The same belt that was around her neck now. She tried to forget the things Chrissy had done, but the taste of her daughter's piss was unforgettable. Chrissy had whipped her into submission, and made her admit to so many things, things Chrissy shouldn't have known about. She'd had to service the slut, which really wasn't all that bad, but the nigger boy had raped her too, and she was sure she was pregnant. That wasn't the worst thing, the worst thing was being forced to have sex with her own daughters, being forced to admit she liked it.

Chrissy must have guessed somehow that Molly had decided to bide her time, because she had used the belt like a collar and given the end as a leash to the trashy slut. She and the nigger bitch had used her, then tossed her in the cage. They had pulled her out a couple of times, whipped her and made her eat them out. They hadn't fed her, or given her anything to drink, unless a pussy full of cum or a shot glass of piss counted. They didn't actually make her drink the piss, just tormented her by telling her she wouldn't get anything else to drink until she did.

An electric shock right on her clit woke her again. Molly blinked and squinted in the bright light as the dull gray force field surrounding her cage vanished. The front of the cage popped open and the slut reached in to grab the belt around her neck.

The nigger bitch said, "Pull her out." The slut pulled, but Molly was already moving. She crawled out of the cage and between the nigger girl's thighs. Molly's nose brushed the nigger's curly pussy hair. "Look at that Kitty," the nigger said, "bitch knows her place." The girls giggled, and the nigger twisted the belt, forcing Molly to look up at her. "You ready to drink?"

More ashamed than she'd ever been in her life, Molly grunted and nodded yes. The slut unbuckled Molly's gag, and yanked it out of her mouth. Her lips had dried to it and it felt as if skin ripped off when the girl did it. The thin black haired girl clipped a pair of manacles to the chain between her ankles, ran the attaching cable between Molly's legs and secured them to Molly's wrists. Only then did she undo the handcuffs. Skin did rip away, but it was worth it. Molly had her hands nearly free for the first time in... she had no idea how long it had been. It felt like weeks, but if it were, she'd have died of thirst by now. She worked her mouth and arms trying, to ease the stiffness.

Both the girls were naked, like they were most of the times they had let Molly out of the cage, but they looked different. They had longer hair, and looked even prettier than they had before. The nigger girl seemed skinnier too. The white one picked up a shot glass from a table and handed it to Molly. The glass was warm, and Molly's hands shook as she took it. She couldn't believe what she was going to do, but she was so thirsty...

"Drink it," the trashy white girl demanded.

Molly steeled herself, and raised the shot glass to her mouth, downing the contents in one swallow. The girls burst out laughing. Molly tried not to puke, there was a lingering aftertaste, warm and... sweet?

"It was apple juice all the time," the nigger snickered.

The other girl rolled on the bed laughing, "The look on her face...."

Molly couldn't help herself, she moaned and reached out her hands, but she didn't know if she was going to beg for more to drink or try to hit the skinny nigger girl. What she did do was fall flat on her face when the cable attached to her wrists tightened. The girls laughed louder and she felt a foot on her neck. Molly screamed as all the toys attached to her went off at once.

"You are just too stupid to live," the nigger said. "We were going to give you a last meal, but you don't deserve it. Kitty, you want her to eat you out before we go?"

"Not really, she's not very good at it. If we hurry, we'll have some time for just you and me. I'd rather do that."

"Let's get this over with then. Take all that crap off her."

Slim fingers unbuckled the straps at her waist, and pulled the dildos out of her abused holes. "I need her to turn over," the white girl said.

The nigger lifted her foot, then kicked Molly's ribs until she rolled over with a groan. It would have been a welcome relief to stretch out like that, except for the foot the nigger planted on her throat, right over the belt buckle. The girl's crotch was right in front of Molly's eyes. "Agghhh, please...." Molly screamed as blood rushed into her nipples. "Please don't hurt me anymore."

"Let's get her on the pallet," the nigger said. The two of them pulled and kicked her onto a thing like a low cot, then snapped restraints on her ankles. The nigger twisted the belt until Molly choked, while the white girl did the same for her wrists, then she unbuckled the belt. She swung it experimentally a couple of times, then tossed it on one of the beds.

"Not going to use it on her?"

"Nah, it's no fun anymore."

"You sure liked playing 'Spank the Naughty Schoolgirls' last night," the white girl said with a smile as she strapped Molly to the soft padded surface.

The nigger bitch pulled a bunch of clothes out of the machine in the wall, and tossed some to the other girl. "Somebody has to keep you girls busy so Chrissy can get some. We don't want her to get grouchy."

The two of them dressed quickly in school uniforms. The white girl, proving her trashiness, tied the ends of her shirt in a knot under her tits, showing off her sleek belly. Neither of them wore a bra. When they were dressed, the nigger pushed some buttons on the pallet and it floated up into the air.

"Wha... what are you going to do with me?" Molly asked.

"Nothing you don't deserve." The nigger girl answered. She pulled Molly out into the hallway, then pushed some buttons. The pallet swung so that Molly was suspended vertically. Molly's head felt strange and her vision was bordered in black. The girl maneuvered Molly over the hole in the hallway floor and rode down into the living room with it. Together the two girls pulled her out into the corridor, down through the mess hall and to a sliding door labeled 'Airlock'.

The door opened, and they pushed her in. Molly's sleep deprived brain caught up with her situation. "Wait! You can't do this! Chrissy said she wouldn't...."

The nigger slapped her tits until Molly hung from the straps sobbing quietly. "You're being recycled. You've done too much for you to stay in the family, and no one else wants you."

"Please... please," Molly begged while the girls strapped the pallet to the wall of the airlock. "I'll be good, I can change, please don't kill me."

"Can you?" the skinny nigger girl asked, staring into her eyes. "Would you? What would you do for a fresh start? What would you do for another chance at life?"

"I'll do anything. I'll do anything you say. I promise...."

The girls left, shutting the door behind them. The silence of the airlock was broken by the nigger's voice coming from a speaker by the door. "Maybe you'll get lucky and be reincarnated as a human. If you do, try and remember your promise."

The speaker cut off and the outer door opened with a whoosh. Molly screamed in fear as her ears popped with the changing pressure. The darkness at the edges of her vision overwhelmed her and the last thing she heard in the unnatural quiet was the beating of her own heart.

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Molly sucked in a deep breath and screamed. Her voice was shrill, and echoed off the metal walls and ceiling of Medical. She tried to sit up, but the straps on her arms and legs were too tight. She screamed again from the pain. She hurt all over. There was a dull pain all over her body, even her bones hurt. Moving, or trying to move, made it worse. Every breath gave her a twinge.

A girl with long dark brown hair and gray eyes looked down at her. She wore a dark green tunic with a gray armband on her left arm. "Just relax Molly." she said.

Molly felt a wave of warmth spread through her body. It started in her tummy, just under her ribs, moved up to her chest, then whooshed through her arms and legs, leaving them limp and heavy. "They tried to kill me!"

The girl shook her head, and started undoing the straps holding Molly to the table. "Be quiet Molly."

There was a wet 'snick' and Molly's throat tightened. She yelled again, "They tried to kill me." Her voice came out in a whisper. Molly moved one of her oh so heavy hands to her throat. Her neck felt strange, so did her hand. She lifted her hand so she could look at it, saw that her hand looked like a little kid's hand and screamed. Her scream came out as a hoarse whispered rush of air. "What's going on," she whisper-yelled, "What's happening to me?" She dropped her leaden hand and felt her flat chest. Her boobs were gone. "What did you do to me?"

"Calm down Molly." The brunette said.

And she did. Her panic was washed away by another warm wave.

The girl helped her sit up. "You are a cutie, they'll have a lot of fun with you."

"What do you...."

"Trust me Molly."

Another wave swept through her. She'd been trying to ask a question, but it was gone now. Molly looked down at her little-girl body and giggled. It sounded strange and flat in her ears. She looked up into the girl's gray eyes. Molly didn't know her, but she seemed so nice. "Who...?"

"I'm Mrs. Rico. I'm going to take you to your new family."

Mrs. Rico strapped sandals onto Molly's feet, and helped her into a skirt and a white blouse. The outfit looked familiar, but Molly couldn't place it. Mrs. Rico helped her stand up. Molly looked around, swaying. Molly liked her lips. She wasn't thirsty anymore, but couldn't remember why she thought she should be.. She was tired and hungry though. Mrs. Rico was her friend, she would help. Molly tried to ask he new friend for some food, but it came out as one whispered word, "Hungry."

Mrs. Rico's shook her head. "I can't feed you Molly, your new family will have to do that. Do you want to meet them?"

Molly nodded.

Mrs. Rico took her hand and led her out of the room.