Slave Girls From the Planet Nurtz, part one 
Girls being held as slaves on an alien planet discover a way to escape.
by Rick Powers
 
***
 
Okay, mostly by Rick Powers
 
This story was inspired no, that doesn't mean 'ripped-off' by a short story I
read a dozen years ago that was in a compilation of female centered science
fiction. I wish I could remember the name of the story or the name of the
author, but I can't! So suffice it to say that some of the elements in this
story may have been inadvertently 'borrowed' from the above-mentioned work of
literature as a starting point for my own science fictional musings which, as
you probably already know, dear reader, tend toward the female muscle growth
genre of scientifically fiction. And if the author is ever found and she I'm
pretty sure a woman wrote it is ticked off that I didn't give her
credit for those plot elements that I may have 'borrowed,' then she, or her
agent can contact me and I will right whatever wrong I have done. In the
meantime, try and enjoy the tale such as it is.
 
Thank you.
 
***
 
The woman peered through her computerized binoculars at the scene unfolding
further down in the valley. The range finder in the binoculars indicated that
they were about two miles away. And closing fast.
 
The young woman dressed in a brown jumpsuit and boots blended in so well with
the semi-arid surroundings that she was all but invisible as she kept her
binoculars focused below her vantage point. Even her short, sandy blond hair
seemed to melt into the background. She always tried to be as invisible as
possible. But that option was quickly disappearing. "Damn!" she swore quietly
to herself, "Why did they have to pick this valley to have their fight in?"
 
She watched intently as a skimmer darted back and forth, hand held weapons
inside the craft firing at something or someone on the ground. A skimmer can't
hover well, unless you're a very skilled pilot, which these guys obviously
weren't. So they had to keep passing over their target and then turn around
for another run.
 
The target wasn't sitting still though. It seemed to be heading in her
direction. And it was returning fire. So much for the theory that they were
just a couple of drunk Turgentoi using the local rodents for target practice.
She hated the Turgentoi almost as much as the Obernorcans, the rulers of this
God-forsaken planet they called Nurtz. Whoever those bastard Turgentoi were
shooting at, she swore she would aid them as best she could.
 
She watched as the target suddenly burst through the undergrowth and trip into
an open space. It was another Turgentoi and judging by the black fluid
covering his lower leg, he had already been hit by his fellow Turgs, as she
called them.
 
The skimmer came flying in low to finish off the wounded soldier. But he spun
at the last second and fired steady and true at the ship. He must have hit a
thruster and maybe a gyro, the girl thought, because the craft went spinning
out of control down the valley. She followed its progress as far as she could
until she lost sight of it banking wildly into a grove of trees.
 
The wounded soldier tried to get back on his feet but he had been weakened by
the loss of body fluid. Yet he stumbled and crawled in the opposite direction
that he had sent the skimmer. Apparently, he knew that the crew on that
skimmer would be really, really mad now and would waste no time coming back
this way to find him.
 
The girl was stuck. Why did it have to be a damn Turg, she cursed to
herself. She had promised herself that she would help whoever was the target
and she never went back on a promise. But on the other hand, if she helped the
bleeding Turg, he would find out about her home.
 
It wasn't much of a home, but when you're 23 years old, running for your life
on a planet two million light years away from home, it was the most wonderful
thing she had seen in a long time. What it really was, was an old dilapidated
cruiser class starship. While in captivity she had learned to distinguish
different kinds of space-faring ships. This one had some kind of problem and
was abandoned in this desolate valley. It was like someone back on earth had
bought an expensive RV back in the 80's and just abandoned it when it got a
flat tire. But that was sort of like how this planet seemed to operate. 
Conspicuous consumption was everywhere. Including the slave girls.
 
***
Years ago...
 
Her name used to be Taylor Grey. A typical 11th grade student at Red Rocks
High in Arizona. Until the day they came. Everyone used to joke about Area 51
and UFO's. No one took it seriously, even though some of the folks in the
desert had some great stories to tell.
 
That all changed when the Turgentoi showed up one day during lunch and began
grabbing some of the students. Correction, they were just grabbing girls. Any
girl they could get their hands on. Yeah, they had hands. And they were about
seven feet tall and three and a half feet across with skin that looked like living
rocks. They weren't very fast, but they sure were strong. They easily picked up
cars and busted down doors pursuing the girls. Then, once they had one, 
they would carry her off to a small flying craft and return to the "mother' ship.
 
Some of the girls were too fast for the attackers and got away. Taylor, a very
athletic girl, almost escaped. But she looked back at the wrong time. Her
friend Marissa had been caught and Taylor knew she had to try to help. She
ran up behind the monster and slammed into his back as hard as she could. She
just bounced off with the Turgentoi hardly even noticing her. That's when
another of the Turgentoi caught her.
 
In all, they captured eight girls in a little over ten minutes. Ten minutes of
hellish confusion. Afterwards, no one was quite sure what had happened and
couldn't agree on whether or not it was an actual alien invasion. It was in
the news for a while. Until the government squelched the story. They didn't
want a panic on their hands. And, after all, it was only eight girls.
 
But if someone had been checking, girls were disappearing from other parts of
the globe. Always in small towns. An uproar and confusion would ensue and then
eventually die down. All in all, they took over 100 girls of various nationalities.
 
On board the mother ship, the girls were placed in cells with girls from other
countries. At first, this limited communication. But most of the girls quickly
learned each other's languages enough to get basic points across. One thing
that no one knew was why. Why had they been abducted? Were these monsters
going to run experiments on them? It didn't take long for the girls to realize
that their captors were not extremely intelligent, so that ruled out the 
experiment thing. It seemed at most that they were just mercenaries working
for someone else.
 
***
 
Taylor watched silently as the wounded mercenary stumbled past a rock
outcropping and paused to catch his breath. He tried to stop the bleeding from
his leg by applying pressure. He winced in pain as he checked the energy level
on his blaster. Then he pushed himself up to his feet.
 
The Turg managed only a couple of steps before he sank to his knees, and then
propped himself on his hands. It looked to Taylor that he was about to pass
out. She looked down the gully and saw some of taller clumps of grass being
chopped down as the search party slowly picked it way toward their location.
If she was going to help this hated enemy, it would have to be now.
 
Taylor quickly and quietly climbed down from her hiding place and gracefully
picked her way across several mounds of rocks. Her movements were still agile
and athletic, even though her jumpsuit was bit restricting, especially across
her chest.
 
She reached the nearly unconscious soldier within seconds and tried to rouse
him to his feet. Her only hope of escape now was to get him to stumble forward
with her help. Safety wasn't very far away, but she would never be able to
carry his tremendous bulk for even a few steps. He was still conscious enough
to push himself forward with the small girl's help. If he was surprised to see
a Terran out this far from civilization, he never let on, just gladly
accepting her assistance.
 
Taylor led the tall soldier to a level stretch that was overgrown with bushes
taller than the Turgentoi. With practiced steps, she maneuvered her charge
through what seemed to be an invisible maze. These bushes grew in loose sand,
somewhat akin to quicksand back on Earth. But whereas the quicksand on Earth
was actually more like "slow sand' in that it took a long time to be sucked
under, this really was "quick' sand. One false step and both of them would be
buried in the sand in a matter of seconds. Taylor had discovered through days
of trial and error, the only route through the area that kept the two on solid
ground.
 
What had inspired her desire to find the safe path was the abandoned cruiser.
She had caught sight of it from high up the valley wall. But the only way to
access it was through the quicksand meadow. Taylor guessed that the occupants
of the cruiser were probably not as patient as she was and more than likely,
they lay buried beneath her feet.
 
When she finally did reach the ship she found that it was in nearly new
condition. It just couldn't fly. Still there was plenty of energy left to run life
support and computers. There was even a small, fully functioning medi-lab
on board. What food Taylor couldn't supply by hunting, she could have the food
replicator produce for her. She had to admit that she rather liked hunting
and was getting pretty good at it. And she was using the ship's computers to
find out more about her surroundings and just where in the hell in the cosmos
she was and how could she get home. And what had happened to Marissa and her
other friends. She hadn't seen them since the day of the slave auction...
 
*****
 
Another flashback...
 
It had become evident to the young captives, as they sped through outer space,
that they were being prepared for some purpose. In the first few days of the
journey, they were taken one by one to an examination room. Their clothes were
removed and destroyed. They were forcibly restrained while a ship's doctor did
some prodding and poking and measuring. Then they placed a thick band around
their necks and gave each girl an injection of something and a crude dress to
wear.
 
The girls were all given food and liquids, some free time in a large room, and
some time for exercise. Some of the girls even started picking up the
Turgentoi language. Taylor was one of those girls. She had always been good
with foreign languages and from the beginning had tried to decipher patterns
in their speech.
 
The other thing that became quickly obvious was that they were all growing.
Whether it was the shot they had been given, or maybe the stuff they were
being fed, or maybe it was from being out in space, but whatever it was, it
was causing a growth spurt in every one of the girls. And not in a vertical
direction. Their breasts were expanding at an amazing rate.
 
If they had been wearing bras, they would have gone through all the cup 
sizes normally found in department stores in the first few months they were 
on board the ship. As it turned out, they didn't need bras. Their new bosoms 
were amazingly firm and, unfortunately for the poor captives, excruciatingly 
sensitive. And they continued growing for the rest of the yearlong journey. 
By the time they had reached the planet, each girl was sporting a huge rack 
that was stretching her clothes to the limit. They all looked like they had just 
stepped out of a kind of Russ Meyer-sci-fi movie.
 
Taylor later found out the reason for the oversized mams. The girls were being
brought to Nurtz for their milk. No one that Taylor met on the planet seemed
to know why or how, but many years before, mother's milk from humans had 
become the most sought after of delicacies. Perhaps some space cowboy 
happened upon a lactating human female one night and couldn't stop raving 
about how good it tasted. And like all fads, it really didn't matter if it tasted like 
mud or nectar of the gods, everyone was convinced that this was the thing to have.
 
And so, an entire industry centered on human mother's milk was born. The
Turgentoi were paid handsomely for the shipments of human girls. Some
enterprising scientists developed ways of getting the most milk possible from
each girl. Floating platforms had been specially designed to help support the
girls' engorged boobs so they could move more easily. Security systems were
created to protect the Obernorcans' investments, including shock collars that
insured cooperation on the slaves' part. They had even established runaway
slave hotlines. Billions of credits were spent on the business each year.
 
Milk tasting parties were common among the richest members of society and a
person's status could be measured in how many "expressives' they owned.
Because of the chemicals given to the girls, they were only able to give a
steady supply of milk for two or three years. A rare few were able to give
milk for four years. During that time, they were treated as prized
possessions, the only thing expected of them was to fill the Obernorcans
glasses with their lactations.
 
But after those years, the flow of milk quickly subsided. The women were no
longer needed. Being stuck on a far away planet, they were left with no way to
survive except to take on menial jobs. Most of the women ended up becoming
housemaids for their owners.
 
The one good thing that happened for the girls was the size of their huge
boobs would decrease considerably once they dried up. Even so, they were left
with tits nearly twice as large as they would have naturally grown. This led
inevitably to severe back strain. Most of the girls were nearly crippled by
their mid-thirties with only a few more years of life left.
 
Taylor had kept her jugs longer than most, hating the fact that she was looked
on as something of a cow, but appreciative that her owner took good care of
her. Even while in her lactating stage, she tried to keep her body in fairly
trim shape. She had seen what the tremendous weight of those oversized
mammaries would do to a person's body, and she was determined to not give in
to that sorry fate. She was also determined to escape her bondage as quickly
as she could.
 
One night, after her owner and his wife had drank themselves into a milk-
sotted stupor, Taylor made her move. She unhooked herself from her support
and slowly, painfully dragged the bloated bodies of her owners to separate
sides of the room. Then she tied their feet to the heaviest objects she could
find. She knew that the average Obernorcan was so fat that they couldn't do
even one sit-up. At best, they might be able to roll slightly side-to-side.
But these two would never be able to reach their ankles to untie themselves.
Taylor figured rightly that they would eventually be found and rescued, but by
then she would be on the other side of the planet. She found the keys to their
skimmer and slipped away into the night.
 
Well, "slipped away' wasn't exactly accurate. "Slipped away' gives the feeling
of stealth. With her massive boobs to haul along, it was all she could do to
get out of the house without slamming into too many walls and doors. And
driving the skimmer was another adventure that she hadn't planned for. But 
Taylor was resourceful, and soon she was lost in one of the vast remote 
areas in the interior of the largest continent on Nurtz.
 
With her food and water running low, Taylor was getting desperate for some
place to hide out and get the slave collar off. She lived in constant fear that
someone would recognize her, use the collar to incapacitate her, and send
her back to her owners. That was when she happened upon her secret valley. 
She had lived alone here for the last two years, and was glad for it. The
vegetation had grown a lot since she had found the cruiser and now all but
covered it, shielding it from view of the few beings that passed by. And
without the constant demand for more milk, her breasts began to shrink back to
a more normal EE size which made wearing a jumpsuit almost comfortable.
Almost.
 
***
 
Okay, back to the present ... keep up with the group ... don't dawdle...
 
Taylor half-carried, half-led the wounded Turg up to the hatch of the cruiser.
The giant looked up at the crippled space ship but didn't say anything. He
instinctively pulled his blaster from its holster, but then a wave of nausea
and fatigue from the loss of blood swept over him. He dropped the weapon 
from his grasp and leaned even more heavily on Taylor.
 
Somehow, she managed to get the Turg mercenary aboard the ship and into a bed
in the mini-infirmary. She cut the leg off of his uniform to expose the wound.
A good bit of his thigh had been blown off by his pursuer's blaster. Taylor
activated the robo-med unit and stepped up to talk to him face to face.
 
The woman studied the face of the mercenary. All of the Turgs looked alike,
she thought, like some sort of clone from that comic book character whose skin
was made out of orange rocks. A thick ledge of bone formed a hairless
eyebrow, their lower jaw extended past the upper lip. And their noses seemed
like a pile of lined flesh protruding between their beady eyes. But all she
had to do was glance back at the wounded leg to realize that although their
skin seemed to be rock hard, it was much more vulnerable, at least to a
blaster. "What's your name, soldier?" she inquired.
 
The huge man tried hard to focus his eyes on the person who had just spoken to
him in his native tongue. "Te ... Te'Durghyen," he was finally able to
respond. Then: "But, who... you are... a Terran... a slave, " he said,
noticing her collar. "How do you... know my language?"
 
"Relax, Te'D, we can talk later. I've set you up with the robo-doc. You took a
nasty shot, we'll have to hope that the unit can help you. Right now, you just
need to relax."
 
Already the sedative that the robotic med unit had given Te'D was having its
effect. The Turgentoi calmly closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Taylor stumbled toward the hatch. She thought she should retrieve the blaster
that Te'D had dropped in case any of the other Turgs found their way to the
ship. She had fashioned a bow and some arrows for hunting, but they wouldn't
do much against armed soldiers. She looked out cautiously and then crept out
to get the gun.
 
Off in the distance she could hear the other Turgs yelling directions at each
other. The yelling increased in intensity followed by blaster fire and more
yelling. Then silence. Turgs were a hot-headed bunch, and Taylor guessed that
they had had a falling out among the party and were turning back, leaving
their fellow soldier for dead.
 
Taylor closed and sealed the hatch and then made her way to her own quarters.
She dropped the blaster on a round table in her living room and then collapsed
on her bed, to tired to even think about eating. She would deal with her guest
in the morning. If the robo-med unit could pull him through.
 
But the automated medical unit was far more advanced than Taylor knew. The
manufacturer had installed all of the latest equipment in this model, even
though they had slipped a low cost, outdated propulsion generator in to keep
the selling price down. This med unit had stopped the bleeding while analyzing
the DNA structure of the patient. It then prepared a huge army of nanobots to
rebuild the wounded area back to recorded specifications.
 
In the span of just a few hours, the nanobots repaired the injured leg back to
perfect health. By the time morning had arrived in the canyon, Te'D was
completely healed. He woke up slowly as the sedative wore off, barely opening
his eyes as he scanned his surroundings. He was trying to piece together the
events of the last day and how he had wound up here. And just where was here?
 
Te'D recognized that he was in a small medical facility, which brought back
memories of having his leg shot and nearly blacking out from loss of blood.
Gingerly, he moved his hand up to his right leg and checked for signs of
medical care. He felt past the ripped uniform and touched his skin where he
was sure that he had been hit. To his surprise it felt perfect.
 
Te'D opened his eyes further and lifted his head. He was alone. He remembered
a woman. A Terran slave. Had she brought him here? He sat up slowly, still
feeling the residual effects of the sedative. He swung his legs off of the med-bed
and inspected his exposed skin. There was not even a blemish where he had
been hit. The med unit had done an outstanding job repairing his leg. He ran
his thick hand over his leg in amazement.
 
"Good morning, Sparky."
 
Te'D started at the sound of Taylor's voice. He spun around to see her
standing in the doorway of the med lab. She was wearing the same brown
jumpsuit as before. However, today she was holding a blaster that was pointed
at the Turgentoi.
 
If Te'D was surprised that the woman was pointing a weapon at him, he didn't
show it. He merely cocked his head and repeated, "Sparky? No, my name is..."
 
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Taylor cut in, "your name is Te'Durghyen." They stared
at each other silently for a minute.
 
"And what is your name?"
 
She thought about whether or not she should disclose her name. "Taylor."
 
"You saved my life, Ta'Lor?"
 
"Yeah, looks like it."
 
"Why?"
 
Taylor stared at him for a moment. "I don't know. I guess I always try my best
to help others, especially if they're in trouble."
 
The massive Turg looked to be searching for the right words to say. "It is not
customary for a Turgentoi to express... gratitude... but I am grateful to you."
 
Taylor had to think about it, but he was right. She had never learned the word
for "thanks' in the Turgentoi language. Perhaps they didn't have one.
 
"Yeah well," she switched to English, realizing that there were no equivalent
words in Turgentoi, "you're welcome." Then, back in her guest's native
tongue, she continued: "The big question is, what am I going to do with you?"
 
The big creature stood slowly to his full height and stretched, brushing his
hands across the ceiling while he popped his back. "Well, you could give me 
my blaster back and I'll head back to my barracks." He still seemed to have no
fear of being shot by the slight Terran.
 
"You would go back? Weren't they trying to kill you yesterday?"
 
The Turg smiled. "Well, that was yesterday. I'm sure that they're not mad at
me anymore."
 
"What did you do to make them come after you like that?" Taylor asked, keeping
her weapon trained on his chest, but feeling like it didn't give her much of
an advantage.
 
"I committed an act of "bedrragge' against my superior." Te'D replied, almost
embarrassed to admit it.
 
"Bedrragge?"
 
"It is... an act of ultimate insult for a soldier," Te'D continued. "It is
done by taking the top layer of bedding and folding it in such a way as to
look like the bedding is normal. But when the object of the insult tries to
retire, he can only push his legs halfway down the bed."
 
Taylor stood in stunned silence. Then she broke out in a hearty laugh. It felt
so good. She hadn't found anything so funny in all of her years on this planet.
"You..." she howled, "... you "short-sheeted' your commanding officer?"
 
Te'D's rocky face grew stern. "Do not mock me, Ta'Lor. I am embarrassed 
enough by my rash actions."
 
Taylor stifled her last few laughs. "I'm sorry Te'D. It's just that where I
come from, that's the sort of practical joke that kids pull at summer camp."
 
"Well, you must come from a very cynical world if children go around
insulting each other like that," Te'D shot back.
 
It struck Taylor that perhaps the big guy was right, but it still didn't solve
her dilemma. "Hey, by the way, you look pretty strong. Any chance you 
could break this collar? I haven't found anything on this ship that can affect 
this metal, short of killing me."
 
Te'D looked at the slave collar. "I am sorry Ta'Lor. I would certainly free
you from that collar if I could in gratitude for saving me. I have never seen
anyone capable of rending a slave collar. As far as I know, the only way to
remove it is with the key that is given to the owners when the slave is
purchased. However, in case we ever run across an escaped slave, all 
Turgentoi are given an activator control..." Te'D reached for something 
on his belt.
 
Taylor panicked, thinking that he was going to incapacitate her, and she
prepared to fire the blaster. But Te'D couldn't find the device. He realized
that he must have lost the activator in his battle. He spun around searching
for it to no avail.
 
"You bastard," Taylor spat. "I saved your worthless life and you were going to
try to zap me and send me back? Why? So you could collect some fat reward?"
The blaster hummed to life.
 
Te'D continued his movements and before Taylor could react he had grabbed 
her hand with the blaster in it. He jerked it upward, dislocating her shoulder and
then slammed her into the wall. He bore down on her wrist until some of her
bones cracked and she released the weapon.
 
"I was not going to use the activator, Ta'Lor," he hissed into her face. "I had
heard that a key might be made from one if someone had enough technology
and time to modify it."
 
Taylor was fighting back the tears. Her shoulder was on fire and she couldn't
feel her hand anymore. The powerful soldier was nearly crushing the breath out
of her.
 
"I was going to give you the activator in gratitude for saving me, but you tried to 
shoot me. So I will not show you gratitude, Ta'Lor. I will just take my gun and go."
 
Te'D was about to leave the wounded girl when he looked down at her jumpsuit.
In the struggle, the front of her suit had opened significantly, exposing a
generous amount of her abundant breasts. Te'D had always been curious about
what the Obernorcans had valued about the human's milk, but he had never tried
it himself. Actually, he had never had enough credits to buy any and besides,
there were some vague warnings from the officers in basic training to stay
away from it, along with a whole host of other diseases that could be
contracted from various species in the universe.
 
Te'D gave in to his curiosity. Still holding the girls arm outstretched, he
ripped open the front of her jumpsuit. Taylor's still fairly large boobs
spilled forth. Te'D roughly cupped one of her breasts and bent down to suck
her nipple as he had seen the Obernorcans do.
 
Taylor, in the midst of her pain, could not believe what this stupid Turg was
doing. She hadn't been milked for nearly two years and was probably totally
dry by now. Was he going to rape her as well? In her fear, she realized that
she didn't even know how Turg's reproduce. Just in case they did it like
humans do, she brought her knee up to where she hoped his groin was with 
all the strength she could muster. All she got for her effort was a bruised knee.
 
And then, a strange thing happened. From somewhere in her boob, Taylor's milk
making machine clicked in one more time. As Te'D continue to suck, a tiny
amount of milk made it's way through the ducts in her breast and found it's
way into the Turg's mouth. It wasn't much. But it was enough.
 
Te'D pulled his head back and savored the taste of the milk on his tongue. It
wasn't bad, he thought to himself, but it wasn't like the mead they make on...
 
Te'D froze. The effect that Taylor's milk had on his physiology was almost
instantaneous. If Te'D had paid attention as a young recruit, he would have
learned that the chemicals that are given to the Terran girls have a profound
effect on Turgentoi. It acts as a powerful stimulant when taken orally. 
Since Turgentoi males have their primary sex organs located under the tongue, 
this is to be avoided at all times.
 
Te'D's stimulated tongue became engorged with blood and began to extend from
his mouth. Beyond the control of rational thought at this time, the Turgentoi's
natural instinct is to mate. That is done by shoving the engorged tongue
into the mouth of an equally excited female. The male then ejaculates his
sperm from a gland on the underside of his tongue into the female's mouth
where it enters her reproductive glands. The whole process takes mere seconds.
 
Which was all the time that Taylor had to react to a sudden thrust of Te'D's
strong tongue and the unexpected surge of a foul- tasting goo in her mouth.
 
As if waking from a trance, Te'D released his grip on the girl's wrist and
stumbled back a step. Taylor, gasping for air while gagging from the thick
jism, collapsed to the floor. Te'D blinked, trying to clear his mind, then
located the blaster on the floor. He retrieved his weapon, then stumbled to
the door of the medi-lab. Still woozy from what, for a Turgentoi at least, was
an intense sexual encounter, he made his way through the ship and opened
the hatch. The hot air from outside finally brought him back to his senses. He
vaguely remembered being helped through the maze of the quicksand meadow 
and tried to replicate the path that Taylor had taken the night before. Finally he
made it out and headed in the direction of his camp.
 
Meanwhile, Taylor was just about retching from the combination of pain and
foreign matter in her throat and stomach. She lay on the floor of the medi-lab
for almost an hour, in too much pain to move. But her indomitable will had
kept her alive so far and she wasn't about to give up now. The damn Turg had
roughed her up, taken the blaster, and was probably headed back to report her
position. Her only chance was to get mobile as quickly as possible. Slowly she
pushed her shoulder back into its socket with her good hand. But then pain
shot through her rib cage. Te'D must have broken a rib or two when he shoved
me against the wall, she surmised. She realized that she was in no condition
to make a run for it. Then she remembered the robo-med.
 
Slowly, painfully, Taylor crawled across the floor of the lab. Using her one
good hand, she propped herself up until she could slump onto the bed. Her
ribs were throbbing in pain, but she forced herself to roll onto her back.
Next she had to stretch her hand as far as she could to activate the robo-med.
 
"Med-Tronique 5000. How can I assist you?" the mechanical voice responded.
 
Luckily the unit was voice activated, more than likely because the average
Obernorcan was fairly ignorant of technology. "Doc... " Taylor whispered
through her stabbing pain, " ... make me better..."
 
The medi-unit paused for a moment of deliberation. Then it quickly set about
scanning its patient looking for possible problems. Two ribs had been
fractured, contusions on the left breast, the bones of the right wrist were
crushed, the tendons and ligaments of the right shoulder had experienced
tremendous trauma, and the digestive system was reacting to a possible
poisonous compound. A robotic arm came down and injected a sedative to
relieve the pain that it was registering, while another looked for tissue
samples to determine DNA.
 
The robo-doc analyzed the sample but could not come up with a match. A tiny
arm with an even tinier needle was gently inserted into her skin and a sample
of her blood was taken. The robo-doc searched farther into its memory banks.
Long moments passed. The medi-lab began accessing all of the memory that the
ship contained, then it sent out a signal to the medical library at the largest 
university on Nurtz.
 
Finally an answer came back; a match was found. The robo-doc adjusted itself
to assist the needs of this patient, and proceeded to make her better.
 
Long hours passed while the medi-lab's specifically designed nanobots worked
furiously to repair the damage that had been done to the patient. All through
the day and into the night, the tireless army #of microscopic healers did
their work. Taylor passed the time sedated, unaware of anything going on
around her.
 
Finally, morning arrived and Taylor slowly woke up as the effects of the
painkillers wore off. It took a minute or so for the Terran girl to get her
bearings. Then the events of the previous day came tumbling back into her
consciousness. She gingerly touched her side where her ribs had been broken
and was pleased when she felt no pain. Then she raised her right arm to try
out her shoulder and wrist.
 
What she saw astounded her. Actually it would have shocked and worried her if
there wasn't just a hint of the sedatives still flowing in her system and
keeping her relatively calm. She was looking at an arm that was easily the
most muscular arm she had ever seen. Slowly, it twisted back and forth,
raising and lowering. She realized that she was the one moving it, and through
her clouded mind she also came to realize that, as strange as it seemed
to her, it was her own arm!
 
Taylor's feeling and reasoning suddenly came rushing back. She swung her legs
off the table and stood up. She felt no dizziness as she expected to, so she
went across the room to view herself in a mirror. The sight took her breath away.
 
Her jumpsuit had been ripped to shreds and was dangling from her waist. Her
exposed upper body was huge. Shoulders, lats, arms, chest, everywhere she
looked she saw thick bulges of muscle, mounds of muscles that she would have
expected on only the biggest bodybuilders. Her legs too, had grown too large
to be contained by her jumpsuit and had ripped through the material. Only the
material at her waist and her boots had remained intact. Amazingly large
thighs popped into view whenever she moved one leg or the other. Her huge
pectoral muscles supported her tits so well, that she was hardly even aware of
their ponderous weight. Actually, she was surprised by the thought that her
easily DD breasts were now fairly proportionate to the rest of her swollen
upper body.
 
Suddenly, Taylor became aware of the tightness around her throat. Without
thinking about it, she hooked her index finger inside her slave collar and 
pulled it away from her now muscular neck. The indestructible metal slowly
stretched under the force of her finger. Taylor realized finally what she was
doing. She watched amazed as she continued to pull on the collar with just
one finger. The metal protested with a loud creaking but finally gave way to
her finger as it burst apart.
 
Taylor replayed her conversation with Te'D from the day before as she stared
blankly at the mangled collar. It hadn't been like she was tearing a sheet of
aluminum foil, but it wasn't a whole lot more difficult than that. 
 
"Holy shit! How did I just do that? Te'D said even a Turg couldn't break a 
slave collar. What the hell happened to me?"
 
"We made you better."
 
Continued in Part 2-