The Perfect Matron

by Dave Hicks

 

Chapter 3

 

1

 

When we returned home, Katherine went back to her laboratory. I had some business to attend to on my computer, then spent a few hours fishing until dusk.

"I now know for certain what’s happened to you," she announced, when I returned to the house.

But she didn’t look too happy with her discovery.

"Tell me," I said.

"I don’t know whether you’re going to like the answer," she ventured. "It depends a lot on your point of view, I suppose."

"Tell me anyway," I urged.

"Genetically, you’re a woman," she stated, waiting for my reaction. "It was obvious as soon as I started looking."

"Good grief," I said, in surprise.

"Didn’t they tell you?"

"No."

I thought for a moment.

"I look like a man," I said. "Apart from the breasts and I don’t have to shave anymore. I’ve got the genitals of a man."

"I know," she agreed. "but genetically - for what that’s worth - you’re a woman. It happened when your DNA was being reconstructed. A gene error crept in and was replicated - with all the other information - to every cell in your body."

"So what’s going to happen to me?" I asked.

"That’s the part I’m still not sure about," she replied thoughtfully. "It needs a lot more work. You may become more feminine over time or you may stay the way you are now."

"Shit!"

"I’ll always feel the same way about you, no matter what happens," she said. "You’ll always be the man in my life."

I looked down at my breasts.

"I suppose these will keep growing?" I said.

"I expect so," she said. "Although, I can’t tell you how big they’ll get. We’ll know more as time goes on."

"Shit! What am I supposed to do now?"

"You don’t really have to do anything, my sweet lover," she said softly, gently taking my hand. "You can go on doing what you’ve always done. Nothing’s really changed - has it?"

"Great," I said, with little enthusiasm.

"I’m sorry it’s not all good news," she said sadly. "I wished so hard it would be."

"And I suppose I’m not fertile?" I stated.

"No," she replied, with an encouraging smile. "You’re definitely fertile. There’s no doubt about that. That’s one of the things that’s taken me so long to unravel."

"So what’s the bad news?"

"You can’t father any children. Heaven only knows - I wish I was young enough to have your children."

"How can that make sense? How can I be fertile but I can’t have children?"

She looked into my eyes sympathetically for a second, then continued.

"Other parts of your DNA have undergone enormous changes," she explained. "Far greater than I would’ve ever thought possible. I've never seen anything like it. Put simply - no woman exists you can breed with. You’re a completely new species of human being. You’re one of a kind."

I thought for a moment.

"I want to thank you for finding this out for me," I said. "I do appreciate it. I’ll make it up to you some way."

"You already have," Katherine smiled.

She hugged me.

"Nothing really changed," she reminded me. "The good news is - you’re no more susceptible to radiation induced cancers than anyone else. That was a big worry. It’s wonderful news, in a way."

I nodded.

"Some very nasty tumors can sometimes cause breast development in males," she explained. "I prayed like hell, you didn’t have one of those."

 

2

 

"So nothing’s really changed, has it?" I said to Katherine, as we sat in the lounge, after the evening meal.

I was coming to terms with Katherine’s discoveries.

"That’s right," she smiled, looking up from the book she was reading. "Now you’ve got PMA."

"I suppose that’s another female-only complaint, you’ve just discovered I’ve got?"

"PMA," she grinned. "A positive mental attitude."

"Mm."

"Well?" she smiled.

"You absolutely right," I stated, hitting the arm of chair with my hand. "God knows - I should be dead many times over, anyway. They said my chances of surviving that explosion was less than zero."

"You’re just meant to be here," she laughed. "It sure is hard to kill a tough old space hound, like you - or should that be space bitch now?"

I looked intently at her for a few moments, not really sure what she meant by her last statement. She smiled patiently back at me, waiting for me to say something.

"I want to thank you again," I said finally.

She put the book she was holding on the table beside her.

"I’d do anything for you," she said softly.

"Would you like to come to bed?" I asked.

She rose from her chair and stood before me, extending her hands.

"Yes I would," she smiled. "Very much."

Later that night, we made love for the first time.

 

3

 

Next morning, as I awoke, the sun was already above the surrounding hills. I threw some water on my face and walked naked into the kitchen, to make myself coffee.

"Is that you?" Katherine called from the rear verandah, overlooking the lake.

"Yeah," I replied. "I’m just getting my heart started."

I made the coffee and joined her. She wore a silk dressing gown and bra. She gazed at me and smiled. She looked different somehow. Softer, more feminine. After I’d placed my cup on a the table, she gently pulled my head down to hers and kissed me.

"You’re wonderful," she whispered, then letting go of me. "I’m still in a state of shock over what happened last night."

I sat next to her.

"No regrets then?" I smiled.

She took my hands in hers and looked into my eyes.

"Absolutely no regrets," she said. "You’ve done a most wonderful thing for me. Something no one has ever done before."

"I never thought I was all that good at making love," I commented.

"That was wonderful too," she said. "But that’s not what I’m talking about."

"I’m glad you like the lab, then," I responded, trying to guess what she meant.

"That’s marvelous too, but that’s not it either," she smiled

"What then?"

"You never forced me to have sex with you."

"Of course not," I replied: a little surprised by her statement. "Why would I want to do that?"

"I'm your slave," she explained. "You can forced me to have sex with you, anytime you want. There’s no way I can possibly stop you. But you didn’t. You waited so we could make love together instead. That’s the wonderful you did."

I thought for a moment.

"You’re right," I said. "I didn’t want to have just plain sex with you. And it’s not because I don’t find you sexy - I do. I couldn’t ever treat you like that. It’s not in my nature. I did want to make love to you."

"I know," she smiled. "You’re a wonderful man."

"I’m a woman," I corrected her. "You told me so."

"Only genetically," she countered. "After last night, believe me - you are definitely a man."

"A man with breasts."

"I love your breasts. They’re very beautiful and sexy."

"Oh sure."

"Shut up and drink your coffee," she laughed; letting go of my hands. "You certainly know how to spoil a romantic moment."

"Sorry," I smiled.

"That’s okay," she returned my smile. "You’ll keep. Anyway - I think your breasts are very exciting. Especially when we make love."

"Do you mean that?" I asked.

"Oh yes," she grinned. "They give me something to play with, when you’re on top of me."

 

 

4

 

The next five days seemed to pass pleasantly and peacefully enough. While Katherine spent a lot of time in her laboratory, I would fish or study the wildlife nearby. Apart from the occasional thing that needed doing for the church, the world left us pretty well alone. I found myself starting to relax a little more. Some evenings we would sit beside the lake and talk or just listen to music.

Something was happening that I hadn’t planned on. Despite all my efforts to the contrary - I was beginning to fall in love with her.

 

5

 

"I have some wonderful news, my love," she grinned.

"Tell me, sweetheart."

"I am now a qualified bio-pathologist - again" she announced with pride.

"How’d you do that?" I asked.

"I linked up the computer to network and sat the exam. With the lab I've got, the practical side part a cinch. I already knew the rest."

"That’s nice."

"What it means is," she said, with a big sigh, "We’re now qualified to do laboratory work for other companies."

I like it when she sighs. It makes her breasts stick out - and she knows it.

"Do you want to?" I asked.

"Not at the moment," she replied. "I've got enough to do just sorting out your strange genetic makeup. But it might be useful in the future. I’ve got one of the most advanced research labs in the country. It’s seems a crime to waste it somehow. It might even bring in a little cash."

I thought for a while.

"Don’t go too public," I warned her. "It's not worth risking your identity but drawing attention to yourself."

"I’ll be very careful, my love," she assured me.

 

6

 

"We’ve received a summons," Katherine brightly announced over breakfast.

"I haven’t got any traffic fines," I replied calmly.

"From the church Synod," she said, waving a letter at me. "The top big-wigs wants to meet us."

"Oh," I replied, none too enthusiastically.

She came around to my side of the table and pressed my head into her bosom.

"Don’t you want to go?" she asked.

"What do they want to see us for?" I inquired.

She sat down again and looked at me.

"I suspect they’ve heard about the money we donated to the church," she explained. "It was quite an amount."

I didn’t reply.

"I’ll tell them we’re not available," she decided, putting the printout to one side. "It’s not important. The donation was supposed to be anonymous, anyway."

"You’re disappointed?" I asked.

She nodded sadly.

"It means a lot to you, doesn’t it?" I continued.

She stood again and got a tissue from the bench.

"It would’ve been nice, that’s all," she said. "It’s a great honor."

I thought for a moment.

"Tell me what’s involved," I said.

"Your peace is much more important some church thing," she replied. "I got carried away for a moment. I wasn’t thinking clearly."

"Tell me anyway."

She looked at me, unsure if to continue.

"It won’t be much fun for you," she said. "They’re considering making me a deacon of the church. Because you’re my husband, you’re expected to dutifully accompany me to the interview."

"When are we supposed to be there?" I asked.

"Today. This morning. Almost now."

"You left it a bit late to tell me."

"I know," she replied, casting her eyes downwards. "I didn’t find out until yesterday. I wasn’t sure how to tell you."

"Is it important to you?"

"Yes," she replied softly.

"Ah, what the hell," I shrugged, with a smile. "The fish will still be there when I get back."

"Do you mean we can go?" she asked.

I nodded my head slowly.

"Thank you," she cried, giving me a hug. "And don’t for get to wear your ring."

I still removed the nose ring when wasn’t in public.

 

 

7

 

Five elderly women of the Synod, sat behind a long table with Katherine sitting before them. I was given a chair against one wall.

"We find no record of your birth in our records," said one of the panel. "As far as we can tell, your mother was never a member of this church."

"My mother was the abbot of the church of Nairobi," Katherine replied. "For my protection, I was given the name of my foster parents, when I came to this country."

"That would explain the lack of documentation," another woman said. "All the records of the settlement were lost."

"I’m not convinced," a rather sour faced woman remarked. "There were no survivors. Nothing survived. They murdered all our sisters - to the very last."

"Well?" the first woman turned Katherine. "How do you explain that?"

Katherine stood up from her chair.

"I have nothing to explain," she said to them, firmly. "I am a rightful and loyal member of the true Karalan church and third generation of a married line. I have a husband. His name is David. My true mother Sorenta of Melbourne - faithful wife of Arthur and her mother Carla of Cardiff - faithful wife of Selwyn."

"I knew Sorenta!" gasped a member of the panel. "Selwyn is my seed father."

"The difference is - Selwyn is my real grandfather," stated Katherine sternly, "as Arthur is my real father. I remind this board, I’m descended from two generations of married women and I am also married. The fact that your records do not register my birth is an administrative problem. It is not a matter of my suitability to become a deacon of my church. I wish you ladies a good day."

Katherine walked briskly towards the door, beckoning me to follow.

"What was that all about?" I asked, as we sat in the car. "You really gave them a hard time."

"Don’t worry," she smiled. "They can’t disprove the truth. I’ll be a deacon before the week’s over. With my lineage, I could even demand a place at their table, if I wanted it. And they know it."

"I seem to have missed something," I said, as we left the city.

She laughed.

"I really am the only survivor of the Nairobi settlement massacre," she smiled. "I was visiting a community in Tunisia when our settlement was attacked."

"I know I'm a bit slow," I remarked, "but won’t they discover your true identity now?"

"No, my lovely husband," she smiled. "I came to this country illegally to hide my identity from the perpetrators of the massacre - in case they tried to kill me as well. My previous identity is no more true, than the one I have now. Being of a married line carries a lot of prestige - not to mention the size of our donations - which I’m sure they’re all well aware of."

"I seeing a whole new side of you," I smiled.

"Not really, my love," she replied, patting my knee. "It’s just a bitchy power play - like other organizations. The Karalan church is no different in that respect."

 

8

 

On our return home, I lay on the bed and watched Katherine change her clothes. When she’d removed all but her panties, she sat on the bed next to me.

I massaged her shoulders, particularly the permanent grooves formed by the straps of her bra, from years of supporting her heavy breasts."

"That feels so nice," she commented gratefully.

I was feeling guilty about having given her such large breasts.

"Katherine?" I asked her. "I’ve never told you I love you, have I?"

"No," she replied. "You never have."

"Does that concern you?"

"I figured you’d get around to it," she smiled. "In your own time,".

She sensing there was something I wanted to tell her and waited patiently for me to continue.

"Your breasts are very heavy, aren’t they?" I asked.

"Yes, David," she answered, putting a hand on my arm.

"And it’s an effort for you to carry them around," I said. "You can only sleep on your back because of their size. They’re so obstructive, they get in the way of just about everything you do and limit what you can do physically. And they cause you a lot of pain, in your shoulders and back. It’s difficult for you to get clothes and underwear to fit you. And people stare at you and make fun of you sometimes."

"That’s true," she smiled.

"And I'm the cause of your discomfort," I said. "Aren’t I?"

"If you mean because you made them the size they are," she answered. "Yes. You’re the cause of my discomfort."

"I’m sorry," I told her. "My only excuse is; I didn’t plan on feeling about you the way I do now. I had some stupid idea about having a woman with huge breasts."

"Do you still want me with huge breasts?"

"That’s the problem," I answered. "I still do. I didn’t know I was going to fall…"

She put a finger gently to my lips and smiled.

"You don’t have to say anymore," Katherine said quietly. "I understand. You don’t have to feel badly about it."

"Don’t I?"

"My breasts were very large before you bought me," she reminded me. "Don’t forget that."

"I know," I agreed. "But now they’re even bigger. That was one of the reasons why I bought you."

"And just as well you did," she smiled. "I feel ill, when I think of what would’ve happened to me if you hadn’t. But imagine what could happen, if you’d changed your mind and didn’t like me with massive breasts anymore. We can’t make them any smaller."

I thought for a moment.

"I also bought you because you’re older than me," I admitted. "And not very pretty. Just so I could pretend to be married.."

She nodded.

"I wanted to avoid any romantic complications," I told her.

"And has it?" she asked, with a kind smile.

"No," I replied. "I’ve fallen in love with you anyway."

"I’m so very glad you did," she said. "I love you too."

"I try not to order you to do things," I said sadly, "because I know you have to obey me. I try not to treat you like a slave."

Katherine smiled and held my hand.

"It’s okay," she said softly.

"This is all sounding pretty confused, isn’t it?" I remarked.

"No," she replied. "It sounds like someone who’s a lovely and caring man."

"You think so?"

"And I think you needed to tell me," she said.

"I did."

"Good," she smiled.

"Do you forgive me?" I asked.

"Of course I do," she replied, a little surprised. "There’s nothing for me to forgive you for."

 

9

 

Next day, Katherine received a message from the church Synod.

"Good news?" I asked her.

"Bad news," she replied. "They’re not going to make me a deacon."

"Why’s that? I thought it was a certainty."

She sighed.

"They got me on a technicality," she revealed. "I’ve never had children and I'm too old to have any now - apart from the fact that they sterilize everyone when they become a slave, anyway. But more importantly, you’ve never fathered any children either. None we know of. The Karalan take their breeding program pretty seriously."

"That’s doesn’t seem very fair somehow," I remarked.

"I don’t suppose it is," she shrugged. "And you can’t sire any children in the future, because of your new genetic makeup. But that’s life."

I gave her a hug.

"Are you very disappointed?" I asked her.

"Yes," she replied. "In a way I am. But I’ve still got you."

I paused for a second.

"So what happens now?"

She smiled.

"Nothing," she replied. "We just go on as before. I guess it’s a blessing in some ways. Becoming a deacon would’ve involved me doing more work for the church - and less time with you. At least we’re accepted as members of the church and that’s the important thing. They’ve acknowledged I am, who I say I am. So I guess some good has come out of it. No one would dare argue with a ruling from the Synod."

"Still," I said. "You did have your heart set on it, didn’t you?"

"In a way, I suppose I did," she smiled. "But I'm sure I’ll get over it. The real purpose was the make sure we were members of the church - after all."

"You’ve got to be a brave little soldier," I said with a grin, repeating the words she’d said to me a few days ago.

"Shut up," she smiled, pretending to take a swing at me. "You’re supposed to be all sympathetic and nice to me, in my hour of darkest despondency."

"You’ll have to show me how to do that sometime," I laughed.

"Forget it," she replied, with a grin. "I think I’ll go and make us both a cup of coffee instead."

 

10

 

Katherine began to feel able to talk about her experiences at the slave dealer’s warehouse, before I'd bought her.

"There was a woman, called Beth," she related sadly, "whose breasts were so big and heavy, she can’t lift them by herself."

"You’re joking," I said in disbelief.

"Her previous owners were a pharmaceutical company. They experimented on her with their latest hormones. They’d turned her into a milk factory, making gallons of milk, all the time."

"Shit!"

"Another woman called Angela looks like she’s full term pregnant with twins," she related to me. "It’s awful. No one’s going to buy these woman - not when they can easily get a reasonably normal, young and attractive one. And there’s a lot worse been done to some of them - believe me."

"That’s ghastly," I said. "Are you sure you want to tell me this?"

"I have to tell" she replied sadly. "That way, I can get it off my chest. Otherwise, I think I’ll explode."

"It’s inhuman," I said. "I never wanted to do things like that to you."

She smiled.

"I know that now," she said, shaking her head. "But when you took me to Judith’s surgery and you told her to enlarge me - I immediately thought of Beth and what had been done to her breasts. I was terrified."

"I’m sorry," I said. "I didn’t know."

"It’s okay," she smiled. "How could you know. No one knows or cares about slaves. They’re just property - not even human."

We were silent for a while.

"Maybe I should write a book exposing slavery," I suggested, "instead of my rather pitiful exploits in space."

"That wouldn’t make you very unpopular," Katherine remarked, with a sad smile. "You’d end up being the target for just about everyone. You wouldn’t have much peace and quiet after doing that."

"True."

I thought for a second.

"Maybe I could buy Beth and some of the others," I suggested.

Katherine looked at me in surprise.

"Are you serious?" she asked. "You’d consider buying them?"

"I don’t know," I replied. "At least they’d end up better treated than they have been. What do you think? Would it help?"

"Definitely," she replied frankly. "They don’t have much of a future, otherwise."

"Are the Karalan allowed to own slaves?"

"Yes," she replied. "There are a few rules about it but we are allowed to own them."

"And you’re a doctor," I pointed out to her. "Surely you must be able to help some of these women. You could at least do something about Beth’s breasts and Angela’s great stomach, couldn’t you?"

"Of course," she replied, her face started to broaden into a hopeful smile.

"Well?" I asked. "With the amount of money I’ve got and the property I own - not to mention the companies I control - I could legally buy as many slaves as I wanted. We could build a place for them here. We could even have small hospital for you repair them."

"You could?" she asked.

"Sure," I smiled. "A company is allowed to own as many slaves as it feels it needs. So are people with any sizable amount of land. And this place would be ideal. It’s out of the way and wouldn’t draw attention."

"I really want you to think about this," she advised, "before you dive in and do anything you might regret later."

"I’ve thought about it."

"And?"

"Well?" I asked her. "Would you want to help me, if I did try to help them?"

"You know I would," she said, with a sigh. "Heavens. I do anything to help those women - if I could."

"Would you really?"

"Yes!" she nodded vigorously. "Of course I would. You know I would."

"It wouldn’t take much to use part of your lab as a operating theater, for the time being," I reasoned. "Some of the rooms upstairs are big enough to be a ward, until we get the hospital built. Your qualifications as a bio-pathologist should make it easy for you to get all the drugs and other stuff you need."

"Yes," she smiled. "That won’t be a problem."

"I done some a little nursing - among other things," I told her. "You could teach me what I need to know to help you."

"Yes," she said. "Together we could do all that. And you make a wonderful nurse. You’d look very sexy in a white uniform."

"I don’t know about that," I replied doubtfully. "Be serious for a second."

"But your absolutely right," she laughed. "But we could do it - I know we could."

"Then - what’s stopping us?"

"Nothing! It’s a wonderful idea."

"That’s what I thought."

"As long as you’re sure about this?" she cautioned. "It a big commitment you’re making."

"I’m sure. I’ve been needing something to constructive to do, to stop me going mad. This could be just the thing I've been looking for. Are you sure you want to do it?"

"Yes! Yes!" she cried, almost hugging the breath out of me, with excitement. "You know I am!"

"Then - let’s do it!"

 

11

 

Within a week, Katherine had a fully equipped operating theater in the lab. Work had already started on the construction of a village, including a self contained hospital, houses for slaves and utility buildings. The hospital was complete in every detail, with two wards, operating theater, office and reception. It was bigger, more modern and better equipped than the one in town. Most of buildings, including the hospital, were prefabricated sections and were set in place by heavy-lift airship.

A wall in the house was removed, to make a room large enough for a temporary medical ward. The operating theater and ward would eventually be moved to the hospital, once it was connected to the power system and waste treatment facility. A new, more convenient entrance to the lab outside the house was made, above the tunnel leading to the barn. A permanent underground connection would later join the lab to the hospital’s operation theater.

Katherine sat beside me at the computer, as we searched through the agent’s catalog.

"Look," she said, pointing to the display. "Beth and Angela haven’t been disposed of yet. I was so hoping they’d still be there. And Grace too. That is such good news."

"I’ll lodge a holding deposit with the agent and we’ll go and get them," I announced.

"Wonderful," she laughed. "This is so exciting."

"It’s a start," I smiled.

"Oh it is," she agreed. "It certainly is."

"Tell me," I asked. "What have the bastards done to Grace? Just so I know when I meet her."

"She has no arms or legs," Katherine told me. "They used her for prostitution. She’d just have lie there while they abused her."

"Now I'm starting to feel ill too," I remarked.

 

12

 

By the time we arrived in the city, Beth, Angela and Grace were ready for me to take delivery of them. After I’d paid for them and they were programmed to obey me, we headed back home. They were overjoyed and cried with relief when Katherine explained what we planned to do for them.

We certainly made a strange looking collection of people. I had trouble believing what I was seeing initially. After the shock passed, I found myself becoming angry. It was a cold, dangerous and patient anger, I hadn’t felt for a very long time.

We’d managed to get Beth’s breasts and Angela’s swollen pregnant body into the car, without too much difficulty. We placed Grace between them and the other two looked after her.

"What about all the milk you’re making?" Katherine asked Beth.

"It’s not a problem at the moment," she replied cheerfully. "We may have to stop in about half an hour. I wouldn’t want to get milk all over the inside of the car."

"Don’t worry about the car," I told her. "Just make sure you’re comfortable."

"Thank you," Beth answered.

"I just can’t believe what’s happened," remarked Grace.

"It’s like a miracle," Angela agreed.

"All three of us were due for disposal tomorrow," Beth explained. "It’s too horrible."

"Well you don’t have to worry now," comforted Katherine. "David is a wonderful man and we’re going to do everything we can to help."

 

13

 

Katherine decided to operate on Angela almost when we arrived home. She drained the fluid from the implanted sack in Angela’s stomach, so she no longer appeared pregnant. It was a simple procedure and took less than ten minutes to complete. Angela would need more work done later but for the moment, she’d be able to help us look after Beth and Grace more effectively. Without her great pregnant belly, Angela had quite a slim figure.

"I feel like I'm floating on air," Angela cried in delight, once Katherine had finished.

I didn’t know a lot about my new slaves, so I felt it best to order them never to mention to anyone; that Katherine was a slave. Also, they were never to go outside the property or communicate with anyone who doesn’t live here, without my express order. Surprisingly, they all seemed happy enough with my decision. I began to think, perhaps the order had been unnecessary.

"You didn’t need to give them orders," Katherine said, with a hint of irritation, when we were alone.

"I suppose not," I replied. "I don’t know them as well as you. I don’t know what sort of psychological trauma they’ve been through and what they might do because of it. I thought it best - for the time being. I can always change it later. I was simply trying to avoid any problems that might arise."

"You’re right," she decided thoughtfully. "Perhaps I'm too trusting. Yes, of course it was the wise thing to do."

"It’s only until I get to know them better," I said. "I’d rather not have done it."

"I know, my love," she smiled. "I wasn’t thinking clearly with my head. I forgot they’re your property by law and you’re directly responsible for anything they do."

She paused.

"You took a very big risk for me," she said. "Even removing my slave mark was illegal. I should be more grateful. You never make me feel like a slave and I forget sometimes."

"You forgive me then?" I asked.

"You know I do," she smiled, giving me a hug. "I hope you’ll forgive me."

"You know I do," I echoed.

 

14

 

Once all three women were settled into the ward, the five of us met to discuss what would happen next.

"There’s nothing preventing me from returning you all to normal," Katherine announced. "Some of you will take a little longer - Grace in particular - but I will be done."

"Wonderful," cried Beth.

"What about Grace?" asked Angela.

"I’m going to re-grow Grace’s limbs from her own DNA in my laboratory," Katherine informed them. "Once they’re in place, they’ll be as good as the original ones."

Grace nodded.

"I could’ve done it the quick way and get arms and legs from an organ bank," Katherine explained, turning to Grace. "But I just couldn’t bring my self to do that. Not after what we’ve all we’ve been through. And this way is much better, as they’ll be your own. No problems with your body rejecting them. Since we don’t have to worry about the expense - we might as well have the best."

I could understand their feelings about organ banks.

"Beth’s not a problem," Katherine continued, with a smile. "I’ll remove those ridiculous breasts as soon as I can. Once the new ones have been grown, it’s the same procedure as Grace’s limbs. I’ll attach them and once the nerves have grown back, they’ll look and feel perfectly normal. What size do you want."

"Small please," Beth replied, with a laugh. "Anything but large."

"Which only leaves Angela," Katherine said. "Mostly it simply a case of removing the fluid sack in her stomach and tighten the skin."

Katherine waited for any questions they might have. There were none.

"It’s unbelievable," remarked Angela. "We can never thank you and David enough."

"Once you’re all returned to normal," I said, "I’d like you to help Katherine and I, help other slaves in the same position you were."

They agreed enthusiastically.

"Right at this moment," I told them, "we’re building a hospital and village for the slaves we rescue. We’ll need people like you to help us run it?"

"I can cook," announced Beth. "I love cooking."

"I don’t have any skills like that," said Angela. "But I'm quite happy to help out wherever I can. I’m good with tools. I know a little carpentry and mechanical things. I’m sure I can be useful."

Katherine turned to Grace.

"What would you like to do?" she Katherine asked.

"I’d like to kill every bloody slave dealer on the planet," Grace replied venomously. "And their agents. And every bastard that abused a slave."

An awkward silence fell over the group.

"I can teach you how to do that," I said to Grace. "But it needs to be done the smart way. Once your arms and legs are strong again, I’m going to need you to help me with certain things. You’ll get your chance at revenge. Get well first - then we’ll make them pay - big time."

Grace stared intently at me for a long time, then finally nodded her head.

"It’s a deal," she agreed.

 

 

 

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