Chapter 7: the Healing
It took forever to get the men to leave. The worst was Admiral Maxwell. He would only go when Sonja promised to let him clean her house. When he finally left the compound, Katja turned on Victoria and demanded, "What the hell was that?"
"You're not the only one who can program nanobots.' Victoria said smugly. "I can still feel him breaking my neck. I didn't like that and I don't like regenerating. I decided to reprogram the sadistic bastard into a whimpering slave."
"And I see you taught him Spanish too." Katja shot back with a withering glare.
"What can I say?" Victoria said. "I like Spanish."
"Um," Sonja croaked. "Should I just get into the regeneration chamber, or can one of you fix my crushed trachea? I can only breathe through my skin for so long."
"Better fix that," Victoria said. "Regenerations can go either way. I've got the Admiral programmed to love Sonja as a tactless bitch."
They laid Sonja down on a bed in the medical bay. The bay's habitat formed a stasis field around her to slow deterioration. Katja gently rubbed oil into Sonja's skin. She gently massaged her breast, working the oil into the bruised skin. The oil worked quickly to repair the damaged flesh. The bruises on Sonja's breast disappeared as Katja worked.
Katja rubbed the oil on the dark bruise on Sonja's throat and worked it into her shoulders. She rolled Sonja onto her stomach and worked the oil into the welts on her back. She ran her hands over the raw skin of her ass and thighs and smiled as the inflammation quickly disappeared.