For the first time since she had found herself in the prison, Reagan felt herself approaching a feeling that at least partially resembled relaxation. It was late in the afternoon and the prisoners had not heard anything from the Doctor all day. The energy fields keeping them in their cells had been deactivated and they had spent the day in the common room getting to know each other and taking advantage of the chance to shower and stretch their legs. Breakfast and lunch had been provided through chutes in the tables that dotted the room and Reagan was nursing her third glass of wine of the afternoon. The quality of the food continued to unsettle her for some reason. Lunch had consisted of the wine, which tasted expensive, bowls of brightly coloured fruit and plates of cheeses and thinly sliced meats. It was like they were sharing afternoon tea at a posh restaurant rather than confined within the prison.
She stole a glance at Milly as her friend told a joke that made all the other girls they were sat with laugh. It felt strange to be so close to her after she had spent the last few days talking to her through the blue glow of their cells' energy fields and now that they were together, she couldn't help but feel her eyes wander. Milly was fucking gorgeous. Out of a group of already stunning women, she was the most beautiful girl Reagan had ever laid eyes upon. She had long legs and perfect, olive coloured skin. Her tits were large without being too big and bounced cheerfully whenever she walked, as did the cheeks of her perfect, toned ass. Her hair was a rich blue the colour of sapphires and she had dark almond eyes that sparkled whenever she laughed, which she did a lot. She had the confidence of someone who knew that everyone wanted her but possessed none of the arrogance that often came with it and she was perpetually cheerful despite everything that they had been through. Everyone seemed to love her and yet for some reason they still looked to Reagan for leadership.
She glanced around the table at the others as Milly continued her story. Seven girls had left the cell block after yesterday's tests and over the course of the day those that had remained had unconsciously split into groups. Reagan's group consisted of herself and Milly, Alyss from the cell beside her, who she had endured the day before's tests alongside, Zara and Sophia. Alyss had retreated back into her shell and even now was covering her boobs with one arm despite the fact that all five of them were completely naked. She hadn't said anything about what had happened the day before and whenever Reagan asked her about it she would blush and immediately change the subject.
Zara occupied the cell next to Milly's. She was short with jet black hair and pale skin. A sleeve of tattoos wound around her right arm and thigh and she had silver stud piercings in her nipples, tongue, nose and eyebrows. She was quiet but whenever she did speak it was normally to deliver some sort of sarcastic comment and Reagan had taken an instant liking to her.
Sophia was the final member of their group and the only other Lunar Elf in the prison. Like Reagan she was slightly taller than an average human with long, pointed ears and bright eyes. Her skin was a slightly more purple shade of blue and her hair was a deep lavender colour. Judging by her accent, Reagan guessed she was of noble birth or at least a member of the Sisters of Celentar, the moon deity worshipped by the Lunar Elves on their home planet of Skathos. The girl in the cell opposite Sophia was one of the ones that had left yesterday and although her cell was several doors down from the rest of them, she had quickly latched on to their group once they had all been allowed to mingle together in the common room.
"It's getting late," Sophia said quietly. "I wonder if they're coming today?"
The smiles leftover from Milly's story faltered and Reagan noticed Alyss shift uncomfortably in her seat. They had avoided talking about the tests for most of the day but she had knonw it had been bound to come up eventually.
"Who knows?" she muttered grimly. "Maybe we're being given the day off."
"I hope so," Zara muttered. "My tits are still sore from those clamps."
Milly flinched as if resisting the urge to massage her nipples. Reagan remembered what her friend had said the night before about how a part of her had enjoyed the test. She hadn't said anything to her then, but a part of her agreed with Milly. The tests had been intense and humiliating but the orgasms she had had spoke for themselves.
They spent the rest of the afternoon discussing the one thing that was on all their minds; what they had been before waking up in the prison. Zara, who's memory seemed stronger than anyone else's, was sure he had been a pilot of some kind and judging from the way she talked so longingly about the stars Reagan was inclined to believe her. Milly suggested she might have been a teacher but honestly had no idea and Reagan didn't even know what to say when it came to her turn. She hadn't told anyone that she suspected the Doctor had known her before all of this, nor that she thought he looked vaguely familiar. Then there had been the odd moment when the nurses had come to take her on the first day when she had instinctively tried to fight them. Whatever she had been, she was honestly afraid to know the answer.
It was not long after they had been served dinner that the silence from the Doctor was finally broken. The speakers around the common room crackled and his unmistakable voice rang out throughout the room.
"Good evening," he said cheerfully. "I hope you have all had a pleasant day. For tonight's test I will require two of you to join me in the lab. It is up to all of you to decide who will participate. Subject three and subject four, as the winners of yesterday's test you are exempt from the selection. Once you have decided who will participate in the test, the rest of you will be required to return to your cells for the evening. That is all."
Silence filled the common room as the Doctor signed off. No one said anything, as if simply speaking would condemn them to become a participant. In the end, it was Zara who broke the silence.
"I didn't win," she said. "I shouldn't be exempt."
"You must have got the pass because the other girl left," Reagan muttered.
"I'll do it," Zara said. "I don't mind."
Reagan shook her head. "He won't let you. It has to be one of us."
"How do we decide?" someone called from another table.
"I'm not doing it!" someone else snapped.
A flurry of comments suddenly burst out as the girls began to argue over how they would decide who should be sent and why it shouldn't be them. Tempers flared, no doubt fuelled by the fear of not knowing what the test would be and when one of the girls started screaming at Alyss Reagan couldn't stand it any longer.
"Quiet!" she yelled.
To her surprise, they listened. The screams and shouting died down as everyone turned to look at her again. She bit her tongue, glancing around at the faces as the mixture of emotions that they displayed.
"We need to stick together," she said firmly. "None of us know what is happening, but for some reason we have all chosen to be here. Now the only way we are going to get through this is if we have each others' backs!"
"But how do we decide who goes?" a brunette near the back of the room asked.
Reagan chewed her tongue thoughtfully. They had nothing to write on and casting votes hardly seemed the best way to build unity amongst them all. She was wracking her brains trying to think of an idea when Milly stepped towards her.
"I'll go," she said.
Reagan turned to her friend, her face falling. "Milly, no," she said softly. "There has to be a way for us to do this fairly."
"This is fair," she said. "I don't mind, really."
Reagan licked her lips, her heart racing in her chest. "Then I'm coming with you," she said. She wouldn't let her friend face the test on her own.
