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truth, sir.’
    Hendricks stared at him with incredulity. ‘Where are your wits today, major? You think any sane captain would wantonly wreck her own ship when she could achieve the desired result merely by disabling it? And, given what we know, do you believe the Alliance just happened to send an alpha-class scout, their latest and best, into this particular sector at this precise moment in time just to check for space debris?’
    â€˜It seems unlikely, sir,’ Tucker said faintly.
    â€˜That has to be the understatement of the year,’ Hendricks said. ‘So… can I trust you to do what needs to be done?’
    â€˜You can, sir.’
    â€˜Good. Two hours, major.’ With that the colonel stalked out.
    Tucker’s shoulders slumped and he let out a long sigh. Jo almost felt sorry for the man, but then he turned to Bel with a look of such vindictiveness that all Jo’s sympathy evaporated instantly.
    â€˜Sergeant Clemens,’ the major said tightly, ‘put that Reiver bitch in the chair.’
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    Bel went quietly, with no fuss. She sat down and lifted her legs over the stirrups, and they proceeded to tie her down. They fastened straps around her wrists, upper arms, knees and ankles, and others around her waist and forehead. By the time they were finished she was held fast, unable to move.
    The major returned the wooden paddle to the cabinet, and took out instead a number of objects. There was a coil of wire, a slender plastic baton with a copper tip, and a smallish grey metal box with buttons and indicator lights along the top. Tucker plugged one end of the wire into the box, and handed it to the sergeant. He plugged the other end into the base of the baton, and took it over to where Bel lay.
    â€˜You know what this is?’ he asked her, holding up the baton.
    â€˜A high voltage probe?’
    â€˜Precisely. Know where it’s going?’
    â€˜I can guess.’
    â€˜I imagine you can. Do me a favour, captain; hold out as long as possible. I would hate for this to end prematurely, too.’
    He turned to Sergeant Clemens. ‘Go to five.’
    â€˜Five, sir?’ the sergeant said, sounding surprised.
    â€˜You heard me,’ Tucker snapped, and Clemens dropped his gaze quickly and pressed a button on the box. Tucker stepped close to his victim, paused for a second or two as if savouring the moment, then hefted the baton. He touched the copper tip to her vagina, and pushed the thing inside her. Bel groaned and stiffened.
    â€˜Unpleasant, isn’t it?’ he said conversationally.
    â€˜Very,’ she answered tightly.
    He kept the thing in place for a full half minute, and then withdrew it. Bel’s relief was plain to see. He watched her face, waiting for some reaction perhaps, though Jo couldn’t imagine what. For perhaps ten seconds no one moved or spoke. Then he lifted the baton and fed it into her again.
    This, then, was the pattern, endlessly repeated. As he worked on her he asked her questions – the same questions over and over. And always the answers were the same. I erased the ship’s memory . We were on a routine patrol .
    As the minutes dragged by Bel’s groans became more heartfelt. Clearly it was hurting her more, though Tucker wasn’t doing anything differently that Jo could see, and certainly the sergeant hadn’t touched the controls on the box. Perhaps it was like the beating, she thought. Flesh became sore and tender with repeated abuse, and tender flesh felt the torment more keenly.
    The only respite, short-lived as it was, came when Tucker switched his attentions from Bel’s vagina to a different part of her anatomy. For fully two minutes he toyed with the breasts he had so derided, squeezing and slapping them, and finally pinching her nipples and stretching them.
    â€˜Gross,’ he muttered at the end, shaking his head. ‘Utterly gross.’
    He took up the baton once more and pressed the