Chapter Eight
The alien's hands gripped at the bars of the cage as she shot all of them a murderous glare.
Her shattered diadem had been repaired, the gems replaced with new amethysts. Kate gasped at the sight, but she didn't feel any desire to get down on her knees and worship the alien as her mistress.
Feeling less afraid, she studied the bound alien more closely, noting that she had a golden collar wrapped tightly about her neck, decorated with more amethysts. Chains were attached from eye hooks on the collar to the sides of the cage, preventing her from moving too much in any direction. Under the collar, a gray slug sat happy, pressing tightly against her skin.
"This is our former tormentor and overlord collared for our pleasure," announced Doris smoothly, a bright smirk tugging at her lips. "Brought low due to overconfidence, she will now work for
us
against her former masters."
Khanja howled, her hands rattling the bars. The metal creaked as it shifted slightly under her grip, making Kate agitated.
She squeezed Jackie's hand, which her lover returned with a strong grip. That's right. She didn't have to be afraid of this creature any longer.
She
was the one under control.
"See how she struggles against her fate?" continued Doris, seemingly unconcerned at this display of strength. "With a burst of my power, she can be made utterly docile."
She touched the slug at Khanja's neck, and it shifted, growing tighter. The amethysts on her collar began to glow, her struggles slowing as a torpor spread to her limbs, eyes going dull as she gasped for breath.
"There is nothing to fear from her. She is under the control of my symbiote, and will do anything I say. Isn't that right,
slave?
"
She leaned over the cage, pressing a hand under the alien's chin as she stuck a thumb into her mouth. Khanja moaned, eyes rolling as a humming sound rent the air.
Doris pried at her teeth, jerking her jaw open. "Say it," she demanded. "Obey what I taught you."
"Yes, Mistress," gurgled Khanja, her mouth struggling to form the terran words.
The crowd hushed, staring at the alien overlord with fear and disgust. Doris let go of her mouth, turning around with a smug expression on her face. "As I said, I have complete control. We can do whatever we like."
Kate's resolve firmed. This was her opportunity to figure out what was going on. She gave Jackie's hand a quick squeeze, letting go as she took a step forward.
"And what is it that
we
like?" she asked, challenging the older woman. "I don't recall being consulted about these plans."
She turned to the other breeders in the crowd, noting how they shifted their feet. "None of you have been approached either, have you?"
She crossed her arms, looking back at Doris. "Please, enlighten us. What are you planning on
doing
with her?"
Muttered questions rose louder as the others moved closer, some of their voices rising with concern. Doris raised her hands to soothe their anger, her grin fading as she realized how precarious her situation had become.
"Look, I'm not planning on betraying you to
them
. If I wanted to do that, I could have turned you in ages ago," shrugged Doris. "I don't know if our benevolent masters would be very pleased at the fact that their local warlord has been waylaid."
She shook her head. "I would never do that, though, because I
hate
them - as much as you do yourselves. Give me leave, and I will explain myself."
Doris clicked the cage open, and the chains attached to Khanja's collar dropped free. The anger in the air faded, the crowd murmuring with fear as their former overlord rose to her feet, towering above them.
Kate noted that the alien was wearing a golden belt that cupped her privates. A chastity belt? She wouldn't be able to tell for certain unless she took a closer look, and she wasn't really feeling
that
brave
"This is a Slanadorian," announced Doris. "She belongs to an empire that spans multiple galaxies, pillaging and enslaving all who might resist."
She gestured at her armored body. "It should be obvious, but we are not of the same species."
A dark suspicion clutched at Kate's chest. "When you say
we
, I get the sense that you are not talking of your human host.
What
, exactly, do you mean?"
This was the crux of the matter. If the human named 'Doris' was no more, what hope did she have of retaining her inner self?"
"I could dodge your question, but I won't, because all of you need to know this," she sighed, staring out at the crowd with kindness. "I am Doris. But I am also Plaxx. This consciousness is a gestalt of both personalities."
"Whoa,
whoa
," interrupted Jackie, moving forward to stand next to Kate with her hands on her hips. "You're going to have to explain that one better. If you're a gestalt, who's the one in control of your actions? The one called Doris? Or the slug wrapped around your neck?"
"Both? Either? It's a differentiation that has no practical meaning," shrugged Doris. "We are human. We are Plaxx. We are
one
."
Ben cleared his throat. "Is that what is expected of all of us? That we'll go through this 'merging' process? Because I, for one, am rather uncomfortable with that thought."
Doris placed a hand possessively on Khanja's side, giving him a wide grin. "No, it's not a
requirement
. You can choose to remain as you are now, always on the outside, always seeking to understand what your symbiote wants."
She turned a hand over, as if she was flipping a leaf. "Or, you can take a step towards regaining control over your future, to better understand the alien organisms living with you. Because this is one thing I must confess to you - they're not coming
off
."
She stood strong as Ben walked up to her, fists at his sides. "You can't remove them, or you won't?" he grated out, muscles bulging.
"
Can't
," she said firmly. "Once the nervous system connections are established, it would be suicide to remove them. Some of your autonomic functions have been rewired through your neck slugs. Besides, you'd lose the ability to breathe in the atmosphere generated by the Sturge, guaranteeing a short, gruesome death."
She rolled her shoulders. "Even if you wanted to remove them, they wouldn't
let
you. The Plaxx have just as much a right to survive and thrive as we do."
"You would say that, of course, since you're one of
them
," sighed Jackie. "We can't trust anything you say."