Not Just a Blob Pt. 10

Three shower heads descended from hatches in the ceiling and three controllers manned the panels outside each cubicle. Over an intercom from outside, the women were instructed to disrobe and discard their clothes in one of the hatches opposite the airlock door, which they did. Cass looked at Jackie as she stripped, eyeing the woman, suspicious of something but not knowing what. But Jackie stripped herself off with ease and stood waiting for her instructions with little modesty. Simone and Cass stripped too and chucked their clothes in their hatches, the iris on each one closing behind the last item to deposit. Cass knew she'd likely never see those clothes again.

Now naked, the girls were told to enter a cubicle and face out, which they did. Cass for some reason felt a little uneasy, as though she should be embarrassed of her body in front of so many impassive stares, whether because of the inhumanity of the setup, the amount of people looking or just the fact that she was standing next to the woman she'd just had sex with, both naked and being observed acutely, but Simone seemed mostly nonplussed and Jackie stood calmly on the end, as though she wasn't fazed a bit by the proceedings. The details came over the intercom from a monotonous male voice announcing that they would be sprayed down, and as each person at the controls opposite the active cubicles activated their touch buttons, the shower heads dispensed a strong jet of thick white powdery-fluid at the girls.

A shaped jet head descended and began to methodically run each woman up and down with a coloured liquid that collected up the cool powder-fluid and washed it across each woman's skin, rotating around their bodies in three-sixty arcs until every single millimetre of their bodies had been blasted. The process repeated with a new, thinner but stronger jet of differently coloured fluid, and then once more with an almost invisible mist of yet another coloured stuff, each one washing the powder into and out of every single crack, crease and crevice on the three girl's bodies. The sensation was unusual and distracting, and each woman's body seemed as though the jets controlled their muscles, tensing and relaxing different areas to improve access for the jet of powder and fluid.

The entire process took about ten minutes, and when it was done they stood waiting for their next orders. Each woman's skin looked like it had been whitened, blasted of dirt and cleaned of scents. Cass could swear she could feel the ultra-fine grit of the powder up inside herself, around her lips and hood and in her backside, but she didn't dare try to scratch it out while she was being stared at. Simone could feel it in her teeth and ears and hair, something she had had to un-braid in her tube on the way here and something that would need several hours of washes to clean after this. It swung from her head, long and lush and thick right down over her butt, but it was full of tiny powdery grit now and Simone took great pride in her hair. Jackie ignored the itch of the powder for the most part and stood still and quiet.

After several minutes of waiting, each woman was called out by name and told their clearance. Cass and Simone were passed, and they exited to a second area still inside the glass quarantine chamber with lockers of clothes. Jackie received a pass but was asked to remain for a few minutes. Cass wanted to stay and listen, but she was forced into the second area as the door between the cubicles and the lockers closed on her. Inside the second room Cass and Simone opened up a locker and drew out plain unisex clothes identical to each other which they put on. They were far too big for them, but were told the clothes would refit as they wore them. They slid on the slippers and moved onto a third area. Inside, waiting for them were some air-masked nurses equipped with auto-injectors. The girls sat in shapely chairs not unlike the body-formed one Cass had sat in earlier to receive her sterility shot, and as their nurse attendants rolled up their sleeves for them, Cass and Simone saw the bowls of different coloured vials waiting to be shot into them. Cass laid her arm down on the rest and watched her attendant strap her wrist to it, Simone doing the same. Then the injections began.

'What are you giving us?' Cass asked.

'Full course of vaccines and antibiotics.' Came the simplistic reply.

'But I've already had the sterility shot earlier today-'

'doesn't matter. It's in here.' The response came, cutting her off. 'They all are. Just relax.'

And so, with little other options, Cass did. It took a while, receiving shot after shot, and when it was finally done Cass's arm felt like it was on fire, covered in itches from over two dozen shots. Simone felt much the same and the girl's discomfort was evident from the uncomfortable looks on their faces and the twitching desire in their free hands to scratch the wounds. A final shot was delivered to each girl and as their arms were unstrapped, both women found themselves losing the power to raise their free hand to scratch with. Cass watched with blurring vision as her attending nurse stepped away from her, fading into colours as her sight swirled into colourful nothingness and then darkened, leaving Cass unconscious on her chair next to the similarly subdued Simone.

As the two slept, Jackie was led in and sat down. Wordlessly her nurse began her round of shots, and Jackie allowed her final knockout shot to enter her without a movement. She settled back as her consciousness seeped from her mind and seemed to relax back, then all was gone. The three of them lay in their chairs, dead to the world, in the hands of the quarantine crew outside.

'She had nothing?'

'Not a trace.'

'But the Bioscan definitely picked up a second substance in her somewhere, in sizeable quantities.'

'I know, I saw the same scans you did.'

'Then how is that possible?'

'There's a chance it was a false scan.'

'With that many positives?'

'I would be inclined to agree with you.'

'So what do you think it is? We didn't do an x-ray, but we could.'

'I still don't know, but I have a suspicion. I want that Rosie woman scanned next and her bio sent to me immediately.'

'I'll order it right away.'

'No, you handle it yourself. I want it done right and I want it sooner than possible.'

'Right.'

TBC