Adventures of an Ancient Space Battleship

The captain trudged along behind the alien woman. So far the aliens keeping her in this circle were still giving her no gap to run through. She wasn’t entirely sure where they were, but she had been doing her best to keep track of where they went. Making her confident that she could make it back to her female crewmen. Assuming she got away, but that wasn’t looking likely right now. If only she had a weapon.

An alien fingered a door panel and she was led into another room. It was large and she gasped when she saw the men, naked and lined up. Again she didn’t see every face she knew from her ship, but she recognized every face she did see. They were all from her ship.

As she stood by the door, the alien woman in fancy metal clothing spoke up. “You mentioned wanting to see the male units. We are processing some of them here.”

Taking a look around, she took in the details even as questions raced in her mind. The men just as blank eyed as the females she had found earlier lined up in rows. While aliens waited at operating tables. Every man she saw in the line had a device attached to his penis and he was erect. A light on the device glowed either red or blue.

Nearby she watched one man be guided onto the table, where he was quickly restrained. As that happened, she said, “Let me guess these ‘male units’ are donating their penises?”

“Correct, they have already been tested for usefulness, but all units here have been preselected as casualties.”

She blinked, “What!?”

The alien turned to her, “Once you are processed you will be returning to your ship, with some intel for your Federation. Minus some of your crew, who will be remaining in the collective. The Collective has already made the selection in regards to the males, but you will be left with some discretion in regard to the females.”

That made her pause as she chewed on the implications of what she had just been told. It was the first answer that had any value and yet she was left with many more questions. Sparse as the one was, it implied other things and she felt the lump in her stomach grow. Her gaze turned back to the poor man who had started screaming, while an arm started cutting off his penis. Something that was soon deposited in a box, while a metal object was inserted into the wound and then a regenerative laser sealed the injury. What followed next wasn’t him being let out, though instead she watched in horror as the screaming resumed. The machine above moving from his dick to his limbs, where it cut them off one by one. Metal objects were attached to the wounds and then replacement limbs. She looked away, not wanting to watch more.

The alien pulled her through the door but said nothing. For awhile she just blankly followed while trying to rectify what she was seeing. Suddenly she became aware of somewhat familiar surroundings. She was back in the area she woke up in. The alien smiled as she started removing her top, “Perhaps that was a bit much for you, are you hungry? We have a little time before you are scheduled to be processed, but we can move that up as well.”

Her gaze fell on the bare tits now in her view. Why was she looking at them, why did they seem so... so... attractive? Forcing the thoughts aside, she asked, “What do you want with me?”

“Unit Qeina has been identified as a high-value unit of significant value to the collective. With superior physical and mental scores, she will be joining the Collective as a specialist unit. I’m looking forward to mentoring you, sister.”

Her mind ground to a halt, she noticed the language. The alien seemed to think she would betray the Federation. For a moment images of all those blank-eyed men and women appeared in her mind. Then that last word hit her, she moved back, “SISTER!? You aren’t even...”

She was pulled into a hug, so surprised was the young woman that she didn’t resist as she got a face full of alien boobs. The alien giggled, “Not by blood perhaps, but I am a Collective Princess and you will be one as well.”

There was that ‘will be’ language again. As if she didn’t have a choice in her fate. A thought she didn’t like as that lump in her belly grew. As her mind raced, a nipple was forced into her mouth and as the milk leaking from it touched her tongue she felt an urge to suckle.

Anai blinked and then looked up to find Reyna smiling above her, “Morning sweetie.”

“Morning?”

“We are almost to the outpost, where we can move to the next phase of crew processing, which means we can talk about who won’t be coming back with us.”

“Right, the casualty list, we need to decide who died getting the intel we are bringing back.”

“Glad to hear you understand. Now the collective wants to remove about a third of the crew for use as drones.”

She nodded, “In that case, we better get started,” pausing to stand up. “How is the processing going?”

“The crew is responding well, they will be better able to operate as autonomous drones or princess units now.”

Anai blinked, “Autonomous drones? I thought members were either drones or princesses?”

That’s what she recalled being told by Reyna during one of her sessions. Reyna smiled, “That’s usually true, but infiltrations require drones with more autonomy than a standard drone. Male units are unsuitable for use as a princess unit, but we can’t very well turn them into full drones. That leaves us with a bit of a recursion problem unless we allow for semi-autonomous drones.”

Anai nodded, as she listened that made sense. Not all female units were allowed to join the collective as a princess either. There were certain requirements that had to be met first. Obviously females being used for covert actions that weren’t a princess would end up as an autonomous drone. Yet she did have a few questions about that.

“So what is special about these drones?”

“They are allowed a certain degree of autonomy. Not as much as a princess unit, but enough to perform their duties. I’m sure you will understand more when you start working with one, but in short they will be able to act like their unprocessed self when required. While focusing completely on their duties when not.”

“Sounds useful, now did you bring the roster?”

Reyna smiled and pulled out a pad, and said, “Sure did! Complete with the full collective assessment on each unit. Should we start with the female units?”

She took the pad and opened it up. Bringing up the first female on the list.

Well that one seemed obvious, a clear keeper. As she recalled Wika was one of her officers but she didn’t really know the girl. In her own memory, the woman was dedicated and got her work done. With that in mind she turned to the next file.

Again straightforward and she remembers seeing the name cross her desk a few times. Nisha had discipline problems as well, which had prevented previous promotions among other things. With that in mind, she and Reyna went down the list one by one. Discussing each girl and her merits before moving onto the guys, where she found some of the work already done. By the time they were done she had selected one thousand five hundred people to leave behind. Most of which would be processed as drones.

Qeina blinked, her thoughts felt a little sluggish. After a moment she realized that she was following the princess down the corridor. Her gaze looked left than right, but she wasn’t sure where she was. It was the same as every other she had seen.

The princess spoke without even looking. “Waking up sweetie? Don’t worry, we are almost there.”

The princess walked up to a door and opened it. She was about to just go the other way, as she didn’t see anyone else here, when the princess ordered her into the room. To her shock, she complied. Walking into the room, she found it had one of those beds she had seen elsewhere. She gulped, “No, no. I don’t...”

“Get on the bed sister,” said the Princess and she complied. As much as she didn’t want to, her body did so anyway.

“I don’t want to be processed!” she complained.

The princess settled beside her, “It’s alright sweetie. You won’t feel a thing and I’m sure you will thank me later.”

As the princess said that, she ended up feeling only more worried. In a smooth motion, the princess fitted an alien device over her head and then continued, “Of course, I’m sure you will enjoy getting to experience the process.”

She shook her head, feeling very afraid. A moment later she noticed the injector in the princess’s hand. One that was soon pressed against her skin with a hiss. She felt a prick but nothing more. She half expected more, but nothing came.

The princess walked away for a moment, before coming back with a friend and a tray full of tools. Alien tools, but some of them looked pretty nasty. She then pressed a button on the console and suddenly Qeina felt a little muddled. She was still aware of what was going on, but it was hard to think.

The friend took a tool and Qeina watched helplessly as the alien drone started cutting into her breasts. If she didn’t see it happening, she wouldn’t have known it happened. Strangely it felt like being pricked by a needle. Not like someone had just sliced her boobs open.

As the drone did that, the princess picked some alien devices and began working them into the openings. Something that proved to only be the start of the process. It felt like hours, as they poked prodded, cut and added to her boobs. Then they moved on, cutting open her belly to work on her insides. All the while she felt a strange tingling in her head. 

How long she lay there, while the aliens operated on her she didn’t know. It felt like hours, but it could have been minutes. She just didn’t know. It was hard to think about what they were doing, even as she watched it happen. Mercifully the pair finally put the tools down, and the princess gave her a smile, “Okay, you can rest now sweetie. I’ll be back for the next phase later.”

She nodded and complied. Letting herself slip into a slumber, where she found her dreams far more pleasant than the waking nightmare she had just watched.