Inspector Chalmers walked along the catwalk of the TransStar SuperShip and watched the twenty frigates being secured to the mounting frames.  The SuperShips were a recent development in the past ten standard years.  Frigates had always been the choice for moving freight and passengers across the galaxy, jumping from wormhole to wormhole.  And then TransStar introduced the first SuperShip.  The SuperShips were roughly cylindrical in shape and huge.  They could hold between ten and thirty frigates in their holds, and were faster than a frigate.  The frigates simply flew into the SuperShip, were affixed to mounting frames, and whoever was on the frigate relaxed.  TransStar's navigators took over from there, moving the whole SuperShip to the next destination.  The minimum crew for a SuperShip was one hundred.  Ten were navigators, working in pairs and shifts.  The majority were the A/B's, or Able-Bodieds.  These crewmembers secured the frigates and maintained integrity during the journey.  Frigates were no longer obsolete, just used for interplanetary and star system hops that were fairly close together.
  
The remainder of the crew was filled out by security.  These crewmen, with their officer, were not really security, as no one could leave or enter a frigate while it was attached in the hold.  Their job was, quite simply, espionage.  It was their function to determine what was in the frigates.  Most of the time, the manifests of the frigates were accurate.  However, smuggling and illegal shipping still occurred, and the owners of a particular frigate simply lied or falsified documents.  In that case, TransStar did not prosecute; they simply filed the knowledge away and used it either as blackmail or leverage.  This was Inspector Chalmers's new position:  to head up SuperShip security.  And he was very, very good at it.

The inspector watched as the A/B's worked busily.  Then he turned on his heel and headed back to his quarters.  He had time for a sonic shower, a bite to eat, and some rest.  His busy time would occur when the SuperShip was actually moving.  That was when he and his men and women would go to work.  Inspector Chalmers smiled.  He never thought this type of work would be much fun until he had tried it.  And he discovered that he loved it.

The Inspector entered his quarters, poured himself a glass of water, and stripped to his underwear.  His desk computer was beeping softly.  A message had arrived.  Inspector Chalmers decided to check on it.  He sat down, sipped some water, and brought the computer out of sleep mode.  He entered his passwords and opened up the message box.  There were three messages.  Two were from navigators, detailing the route to the wormhole, from the wormhole to the next planet, and official manifests of the frigates.  The third was from TransStar headquarters and marked "High Priority."  Inspector Chalmers knew it was deeply encrypted.  He pulled up the security software and started it running.  It would take a good half hour to decode the message.  The Inspector stripped off his underwear and got into the shower.  He never shaved when the SuperShip was moving.  It was just a superstition of his.

The Inspector finished his shower, dressed in official coveralls, and sat at his desk.  His quarters were very tiny, a necessity of space travel.  On Rossak, however, he had a quite luxurious apartment.  He was very well paid.  He clicked on the message and began to read:

"Attached will be found several documents composed by the woman known only as Maria, a breeder residing on the planet Rossak.  Read, proofread, edit, and return.  Be certain to encrypt at the highest level. This is of utmost importance."

Chalmers's heart skipped a beat.  The first of Maria's journals!  It had been suggested to him that TransStar considered these of extreme importance.  That was really an order to devote immediate and intensive care and attention to her writings.  He refilled his water glass, opened the first document, entitled "The Beginning," and settled in to read Maria's story.


The Beginning

"My name is Maria.  My family name you will never know, nor my location.  You may even surmise that I am not using my real first name.  I am a breeder, and have been one for the past four years.  My family has disowned me, and I would not wish to bring them shame by giving you may last name or whereabouts.  What you will find here is the story of how I became a breeder, what being a breeder was like, and how my breeding career ended.  That is all you will know.  However, this journal may help you to understand what is involved in being a woman in the breeder trade.

"I was a young girl, just sixteen standard years, on my home planet when I became a breeder.  I lived with my mother, father, and brother near a large city on a substantial planet, which had a good shipping trade.  I had one more year, after this one, to complete, and then I would head to university to study music.  I had become quite skilled at keyboard instruments and the flute, as well as displaying a talent for dance.  I would study at the conservatory that was attached to the university.

"I had spent the late afternoon, after my normal classes had ended, at school practicing my keyboards.  I practiced for two hours, and then I headed down to the riverfront to meet my parents at a lovely restaurant for dinner.  We had done this in the past; I would not take the train home but instead travel home with my mother and father after dinner.

"When I had finished my practice, I went to the ladies' lounge and adjusted my hair and makeup.  Then I headed out the door and walked down to the riverfront.  The sun was just beginning to set; it was a lovely evening and nice and warm.  I was enjoying the walk through the city.

"The riverfront was divided into two sections.  The lower section was industrial and dedicated to the import and export trade.  The upper section contained shops, clubs, restaurants, and a casino boat.  It was dedicated to nightlife.  There was no ground traffic permitted.  The sidewalk was wooden, and the street was tiled.  The entire area was dedicated to entertainment only, and it came alive during the early evening.  It was here where I would meet my mother and father.

"A I walked along the sidewalk, I moved slowly, taking in the sites and sounds of the district.  The reflections on the water made the surface appear to glisten with jewels.  I passed the casino ship, whose greeter was already formally dressed and in position, and heard the sounds of an orchestra emerge from the ship.  Dinner was being served in the main dining room.  Soon the ship would sail, and its gaming tables open for after-dinner entertainment.

"About thirty meters below the casino ship there was a damaged block next to the street.  The buildings were being razed; a new nightclub would be built.  I paused in my walk to the restaurant for a moment.  This section of the sidewalk was built over the water, almost like a small pier.  I gazed into the water for a few moments, and then turned to look at the razed building.  The skeletal shape of the structure drew my attention, with piles of rubble at the base of the girders waiting to be hauled away.  It looked, to me, like the beginning of piece of music waiting to be written.

"It was then that the attack took place.  My back was to the river.  I was grabbed, roughly, by my arms and they were pulled behind my back in a very painful position.  Someone else cupped a hand over my mouth, keeping me from crying out.  I was drug across the street, into the almost-razed building, and taken to a section that had a mattress and a wooden floor.  My hands we cuffed behind my back after my school bag was tossed into a corner.  My mouth was gagged, and I was shoved onto the dirty mattress.

"I could now see who my attackers were.  They were three cyborgs, probably here on contract to assist in the razing of the old building and construction of the new one.  Cyborgs, mutants, and aliens were not allowed outside of their proper compounds.  How they had managed to escape I did not know, nor did I care.  I was in fear for my life.  However, it was not my life that attracted their interest.

"At this point, it is only fair to fill you in on some background about myself.  I was not sexually naive.  True, I was still a virgin.  But I had done some playing with both boys and girls the past two years.  It was simply a teen curiosity, which is common to all teens.  I wanted to be intimate with a man, but I had not met one that I cared enough about to allow him to love me.
"I watched, my eyes growing very wide, as the three cyborgs removed their work coveralls.  One had robotic arms and one robotic leg, with a metallic penis, another had two robotic legs with a metallic penis, and the third had robotic eyes, one robotic arm, and a normal human penis.  I tried to shout through the gag, but my screams were muffled.  I believe I began to say `No, No!' over and over again.

"The three cyborgs looked down at me, and then picked up three knives.  I thought they were going to kill me.  All that they did was cut off my clothes.  My official school blazer, skirt, blouse, and my underclothing were roughly cut off and tossed into corner.  And then the three of them stood up, looked down at me, and started to laugh.  I knew what was coming and was frightened, but also a bit curious.  All I had ever had inside of me were fingers.

"The three cyborgs knelt beside me and began to play with me, laughing while they played.  I tried to roll away, but that just encouraged them.  They touched my arms, my shoulders, my neck, my face, my stomach, and began to tease and fondle my breasts and nipples.  I tried to move away, but could not. My wrists were tightly cuffed behind my back and I could not push to all fours to get to my feet.  Besides, the three cyborgs were much too strong, and simply moved me in any place they wished.  I continued to struggle, but I was beginning to get wet.  A part of me I did not know existed was enjoying itself.

"One of the cyborgs parted my legs and began to tease over my sex.  I shivered and felt the first waves of pleasure.  My rational mind was telling me that this was very, very wrong.  My animal mind wanted to enjoy it.  The cyborg, which was using his mechanical fingers on me, inserted them and began to play.  I could hear the three of them softly laughing and making remarks about my reactions.  I closed my eyes, lay on my back, and decided to conserve my energy.

"At this point, I had lost all track of time.  I don't really know how long the cyborgs continued their play.  I only know that the animal portion of my psyche took over, and I began to enjoy.  Perhaps it was a survival mechanism; a psychologist or psychiatrist could best explain that.  What I do remember is the sharp twinge of pain, which did not last long, as the one with he human penis entered me.  I had wanted to lose my virginity, but not this way.  He entered, climaxed and finished.  How did I know he had a human penis?  I opened my eyes and looked when he removed it from my vagina.

"The three cyborgs took turns with me, each one having me twice.  I liked the feel of the human penis, but the metal penises seemed to fill me better.  I also had my first climax with a metal penis inside of me.  At some point in the rape, I am not really sure where, I had ceased to struggle and actually began to enjoy myself.  At that point, it was no longer rape.

"When the three had finished with me, they took off the cuffs on my wrists and removed the gag.  I was left lying on the mattress.  They put their coveralls back on and left the building.  I was left lying as a naked bundle on the mattress.  I should have felt humiliated and ashamed, and I think that I did feel that way, but in a very small way.  For some reason, I had enjoyed it.  The sexual rapture had been heavenly.  My mind was confused, but I did not care.  I searched for my school bag and found it.  Then I walked out of the building and onto the street, with complete disregard for the fact that I was naked.
"When I reached the street, I began to yell for help.  Once again, I did not care that I was naked in public.  Two couples came to help, and a man gave me a jacket to wear.  I was taken inside of a club and the security forces were called.  I asked for a glass of water and it was given to me.  I sat calmly in the chair, sipping the water, the jacket over my shoulders but open.  Even though I was bruised a bit, I still felt quite happy, which made no sense.  And I was not ashamed of my nudity.

"The security forces came and hustled me off to the hospital.  After my hospital care, I would be required to give a statement, and then receive more medical treatment.  I did not know it, but the nightmare had not yet begun."


Inspector Chalmers pushed away from his computer screen and finished his water.  Maria had been raped by cyborgs.  While the statistics had never been made public, it appeared a lot of breeder women started that way.  The Inspector looked at the ceiling and collected his thoughts.  This short journal entry had already begun to change and modify his opinion of the girl.

Chalmers felt a slight lurch; the SuperShip was beginning to move.  He closed the file.  He would rest, and then go to work with his crew on their duties.  He would have time, once the SuperShip was inside of the wormhole, to edit this entry, and read and edit the next two.  This was going to be an unusual voyage.
