9.5ft full of scars, A Yautja fantasy story

Iris

“Take off your clothes, put them on the chair and sit down on the table when your done undressing.

Yvally... Thake off the other ones clothes and make sure she doesn't cause trouble, I'm not in the mood right now..."

He turned toward Iris again.

"I thought I told you to take off your clothes? Which part didn't you understand?"

Although his voice didn't sound aggressive, his whole attitude screamed authority, this creature was used to being obeyed, and if someone didn't, Iris thought, the consequences could be very nasty, and with shaky hands Iris reached for the hem of her shirt and started to undress.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw the tall creature Veronique undressing, who was still unconscious, or at least she seemed to be. But than she remembered the mental bond the creature had forced upon them when they'd been taken from their previous room to the medical ward, so it could just as well be possible Veronique was already awake but couldn't move. Well, what ever it was, it didn't matter, smartest thing to do right now, was to obey the dog, at least for the time being.

When she was done, Iris sat down on the table as the dog ordered her.

"Please lay down and try not to move to much."

The creature still had its back towards her, busy typing something on a screen in front of him.

With a shaky breath, Iris did as she was told. Just like back home, in examining rooms all over the world, this table was cold, and she felt goosebumps running up and down her whole body.

All of a sudden four metal arms appeared from underneath the table, they stopped at about 12 inches above her and slowly moved separately across her body. It only took about two or three minutes, then the arms disappeared back underneath the table again.

"That's all..., you can sit up again and put on your underwear."

The creature still had its back to her. Sitting up again, Iris was able to see what the dog was looking at on the screen in front of him, it was a 3D image of her body, both internally as well as the outside, it looked weird, for certain parts were highlighted.

Iris swallowed, seeing those parts highlighted scared her a little.

After they were done scanning Veronique, and putting on her underwear as well, the doglike creature took another ten minutes to finally turn around and bring his attention back to them. Veronique had regained consciousness again, but wasn't able to move a muscle, probably due to the mental restraints the tall creature had on her.

"Well than, both of you will be put in the second group, but I think you already guessed that, didn't you?"

"Why?"

Iris couldn't help herself. Why would anyone abduct her? She wasn't special or beautiful, so why?

"Why what?" The dog cocked his head to the side a little and looked her over.

"Why did you take us? I mean..., it's not like we're special or beautiful for that matter..."

Iris turned to Veronique.

"I'm sorry, it's not that I want to offend you..., I just don't get it..." And she looked back at the doglike creature.

"Ahh, of course..." A presumptuous smile appeared on his face.

"Well, it's quite simple actually. You are all blank canvases. None of you had any kind of physical alterations, giving us the opportunity to mold you like we, or rather, the way the customer wants you."

He stepped a little closer to her.

"You're lucky... You're the first one and you haven't caused any trouble... so... I will let you have a say in the alterations you're about to undergo. You see..." and he turned around so his back was yet again towards her.

"...one of the clients wants four human females, as natural as possible. Well..., the best version of your natural appearance of course..., meaning, your overall appearance will remain the same."

“Now tell me, you want to be, basically of course, to be the same old you, or do you want a complete alteration, hmm?" Be basically me..., Irises voice trembled.

"Good..."

He walked over to Veronique, and grabbed her by the chin.

"You're lucky... I've seen the majority of the women, and decided I let you remain as natural as possible as well. You've got nice strong features."

Veronique gave him a murderish look, and if looks could kill, the doglike creature would have died right there on the spot.

He turned, waved his hands in the air a little, and all of a sudden a screen appeared in front of him, giving us the opportunity to see what he had in mind.

The changes they saw were, at least as far as they could see, minor.

"Some alterations will be nearly impossible to see, like you dentals, eyesights, hearing, and other underlying physical problems. Last but not least, you will all be sterilised... There's no place for a pregnancy at a brothel, right...?"

"Now off you go... And you" He turned back to Veronique.

"You better listen and don't cause any more trouble. If have no interest in feisty women. If you don't behave and control your temper, I'm going to put a collar on you, and I can guarantee you, you're not going to like it..."

Needless to say it took her less than ten minutes before Veronique was wearing a collar, a training collar, like the ones some humans use on their dogs.

Meaning every time Veronique tried to attack the canine creature or the tall ones, she received an electric shock, increasing in strength each time.

She kept on going until eventually the pain was so horrific, Veronique stopped her attacks, at least for the time being.

After every single one of them had been examined and placed in either one of the two groups, they were told to lay down on the beds.

The surface was made out of a jelly kind of substance, only not sticky of wet, but dry.

Once they laid down some kind of metal cover was placed over them. Iris heard some women cry softly, one woman was screaming hysterically. Gas entered the cabin through small holes in the top, causing her to slowly lose consciousness. The last she heard was the screaming of the woman next to her, then everything went black.

The sound of moaning woke her up, and the moments she started to move, her whole body started to ache like she'd been run over by a truck.

Carefully she moved one of her hands to lift up the bedsheets in order to peek underneath. It took her a lot of effort, even her hands and fingers hurt like hell, but when she'd lifted up the sheets, her body looked completely fine, no scratches or bruises of any kind. She did noticed her skin was tight, smooth and flawless.

The scar from her C-section, was gone, so were the strechmarks on her hips.

Iris swallowed, and hesitantly lifted up the shirt she was wearing, although she had no recollection of putting it on.

Damn..., Iris thought. Her boobs looked like they were when she was in her twenties, only a little bigger, thankfully not to big, though.

She let out a deep sigh. Her blather was about to burst, so she had to get up, the only problem was, how? First trying to sit up maybe, or maybe it would be the wisest to let her legs out first and let gravity do the heavy work...?

Finally, Iris rolled over to one side and carefully pushed her torso to a sitting position, it took her more than 5 minutes to sit up straight, at that time she was afraid she would pee her pants. It took her another five minutes to get to the toilet, sitting down and finally being able to pee, felt like heaven, and she let out a smothered moan.

After she was done, she walked up to the sink to was her hands and take a look in the mirror. Needless to say she was a little nervous to find out what she would look like and if she was still the same, but to her relief her face stayed the same, at least for the most part.

Her skin look smoother, the wrinkles and redness were gone, and her skin felt firm and it had an healthy glow. The bridge of her nose was straight again and the excessive skin above her eyes was gone, but the two things that stood out most were her straight teeth and her hair, although still short, it was thick and shiny.

"Merde..., I feel like crap..." A familiar voice with the thick French accent sounded from behind.

Veronique had woken up to, and Iris turned to see if she was looking the same as well, luckily the tall blond did, and Iris couldn't suppress a smirk.

Although her friend basically looked the same, at this moment she looked and acted like she had a horrible hangover.