This chapter contains graphic descriptions of rape. Read at your own discretion.
XIII
A Week Later, Cylon Prison, New Caprica
Kara hadn't been off her feet in three days.
The truth was, Kara Thrace-Roslin didn't even know what day it was.
Her arms and legs were manacled at forty-five degree angles, much of the shape a child would make when creating an angel in the show. She was stark naked, and had been for those three days.
Her body was bruised and beaten, multiple, daily visits from the Human Cylons, who did as they wished to her.
A Four, A Six, and an Eight had taken great pleasure in sticking fingers up her vagina, and her rectum. Another Eight, or maybe it was the same one-the Sharon's could be vicious, she was finding out-had beaten her across her ass with a piece of wood, visiting the same punishment on her hamstrings. A Leoben-certainly not the one who had held her in the Doll House, as he had been banished by D'Anna, had used her face as a punching bag, and pinched and squeezed her breasts so hard that she had twice passed out from the pain.
At least, so far, a Leoben, a Doral, or a Cavil hadn't raped her with their members. She fully expected that eventually.
They had asked her no questions. They had sought no information from her. Right now, she was simply their play toy, to abuse as they would see fit.
Starbuck hadn't had any water or food for over two days. She was severely dehydrated and her stomach had stopped growling, it simply hurt now.
Yet she kept her mind on two things: Laura and Kacey. She had been trained in dealing with torture, although in truth, no human being could ever deal with it for very long. Everyone had their own tolerance. Kara had a high tolerance for it. She was damned if she would break.
Kara had actually dozed off when she heard door unlock. In stepped a Centurion, followed by D'Anna. The Cylon woman's nose turned up at the smell in the room, as Starbuck had to relieve herself where she was.
"Centurion", D'Anna barked, "unshackle the prisoner, and get a Four and an Eight to clean this mess up. And have another Six bring me some fresh clothes for our guest."
Within moments, the Centurions had released Kara from her bondage, and she slumped into D'Anna's arms. There was a bed in the large enclosure, as well as a toilet and a shower, but Kara hadn't been near either in half a week. D'Anna had no trouble getting the brittle former pilot to the bed, and set her down on it.
"I'm going to bring you some fresh clothes, and some toiletries, so we can get you cleaned up."
Kara just groaned, D'Anna realizing that Starbuck wouldn't be able to stand up in the shower. She had another Centurion bring her in a tub of warm water, a large sponge, some soap, and a towel, and D'Anna commenced to wash the nude body of their prisoner, simply to clean her off and to get rid of the urine, dirt, and grime that clung to her body.
It wasn't that D'Anna had any sympathy for the Human. Or any human for that matter, but she didn't like seeing any living being suffer, at least not much. She could play hardball with the Humans, and she had, but she would make sure Starbuck wasn't too severely abused. She wanted her broken, not killed.
Kara couldn't help but groan in pain, as the washcloth was passed over her abused skin. D'Anna also noticed that when she washed Kara's private parts, she moaned in pain as well. She would have to have a talk with her brothers and sisters about that. She had told them no sexual abuse, but they hadn't listened. It might be time to ship some more off of New Caprica.
When she finished washing Kara, she dried her thoroughly, dressed her in light garments, then instructed a Centurion that she wanted the Simon who was the main physician for The Cylons, to treat Kara's injuries.
She needed to talk with her subordinates.
Aboard Pegasus
Lee Adama was wondering if their troops could get the diversionary plan right. It had been going on for more than a week now. Either the flares from the Raptors went off course, of there would be a collision between ships, or a blowout of an engine. Something was always going wrong.
But then again, Lee felt this whole godsdamn thing was a mistake, top-to-bottom.
But he was a soldier, and he had been given an order by his Commanding Officer, who just so happened to be his father, whom he always seemed to butt heads with.
Today was his day to be in charge of the training exercises. He and the Admiral would switch on and off each day, going over different parts of the operation. He was enjoying it just as much as his father had, which, quite frankly, was not at all.
After the latest miscues, he had called both CAG's, as well as their number two's, in this case Racetrack for Kat, and Noel Allison, Call Sign Narcho for Hot Dog, to meet with him. Kat and Hot Dog were leading the Vipers, and the other two were leading the Raptors.
"I don't have to tell you guys", Lee began, not so much mad at his pilots, as at the whole situation in general, "that the Admiral wants us to iron this shit out. As quickly and as safely as possible. I want you to give me your take on what's going wrong."
For the next hour, the four pilots gave Lee a rundown of the difficulties. They were old news to him: a smaller, less-trained group of pilots to work with; hangar bays of mechanics and other personnel at half-strength, and dog-tired from trying to keep up with everything; a continuing glitch in the computer program tasked to make the flares look like Battlestars, causing them to go astray quite often.
"I think we have to re-do the software on the drones, Commander." Hot Dog usually spoke first for the group. "There's something not right in the program, but so far, the programmers can't find the problem. I say we start again from scratch."
Lee would jot notes as they went.
"We've got to give these Nuggets more training time with just flying, and not so much maneuvering. We can do the maneuvering in the SIMS for now, but out there, they just need some quality stick time." Louanne Katraine was as blunt as always.
Racetrack had her own issues. "We need to loosen the Raptor formation just a little bit, like another four meters between our birds. On that one, I think it segues in with what Kat was saying-more stick time on basic things."
Narcho summed it up for everyone. "I just want to get the frakin' problems straighten out, and kick the Cylon's asses."
That lifted some of the tension from the room, as they continued to brainstorm.
At the end, Lee made some recommendations.
"I know the Admiral won't like another delay, but you all made some good points today. We have to scrap the software for the flares. We can begin work on that today. We won't live-fire those for a while.
"I'm gonna recommend to the Admiral more standard drilling, that would normally take place for Nuggets. We've had to rush some of them through training, simply because we're so short-handed, but we have to slow down, at least for a week or two.
"Finally, I want SIM time to replace these close-support maneuvers for a week or two, at the very least. It's safer and easier on the equipment. Once we have the rooks a little more comfortable in their machines, we can move forward. I want to make clear", he said, with extra emphasis, "that I'm not talking months here, guys, but weeks, at the most. We don't have the luxury to sit here with our flies open, waiting for The Cylons to find us. Write up the orders, get them back to me by tonight, and I'll have the Admiral sign off on them. Dismissed."
Lee had been right. His father wasn't happy.
"Godsdammit, Lee, we're sitting here with our Johnson's hanging out. The Cylons could jump in at any time."
"Then we jump away, Admiral", Lee said formally, since this was a command meeting. "They can't track us now. If they could, they'd be on our asses already."
His dad slid a small glass of bourbon over to his son, taking one himself. "I don't want to delay it either, sir", he said, in what was clearly a half-truth, "but we've got some really green pilots right now, and normally, they'd still be going through Basic right now, not complex maneuvers. They need more general stick time, and time in the SIMS to practice the maneuvers. Also remember, we're going to be releasing our Viper attack squadrons in a manner never tried before, and they need SIM time on that as well."
The elder Adama sighed. "I understand all that, Lee. I really do, it's just godsdamned frustrating to be in this situation. Maybe we should have just slugged it out with those Baseships when they found New Caprica."
"And we'd have gotten wiped out, and you know that", he reminded his father. They had the surprise that time. This time, we will. Hell, I still don't like this whole situation, but if it's gonna work, we need more time to train, and to get new software in those flares."
"You're right, on both counts, Lee", the Admiral said in defeat. "I want your teams to be working first thing in the morning on Basics, SIM time, and anything else they need."
Lee nodded. "I've already got the computer experts dumping the drone software package and starting over. The rest, I've already given an orders for the first set if pilots to be in their birds by 0800. We'll get this right, I promise."
"Better not be a promise you can't keep." The Admiral smiled to let him know he wasn't kicking him in the balls, and raised his glass. Lee did the same, and they clinked them together.
For the next week, Starbuck wasn't shackled, but was locked in her room. It had no windows, and was painted white, with the lights on all the time, even at night. It was classic psychological torture, which could be just as effective as any physical torture.
After being physically assaulted at all hours for three days, it felt like a vacation. D'Anna had told her that she would not have it easy this time around, and would be treated as a criminal, but she mentioned that she would try to "curb" the physical violence against her.
"Of course," D'Anna had told her, "if you mouth off, talk back, or physically strike one of us, then you'll take your chances."
In other words, a skin job could still say she wasn't being cooperative, and beat her senseless.
The food was still disgusting, and the water tasted like chemicals were dumped in it, but neither poisoned her. The Cylons were also pumping in odd noises into the room all day, just to drive her crazy. Fortunately, Kara was a tough woman, and, at least for now, she was holding up to the games they were playing.
Four days after the physical reprieve began, Starbuck was relaxing on the bed in her cell, her eyes closed against the light, simply thinking of Laura and Kacey.
She heard her door open, thinking it was just a Centurion checking on her. They usually came in, checked out the room, and left rather quickly.
That wasn't the case this time.
Two Sharon's and a Leoben stormed into the room, all three with looks of anger and something else in their eyes. They had something metallic in a bag, that made a heavy clinking noise as it was dragged in. They made a beeline for Starbuck, who instinctively stood, and prepared to defend herself.
The three Cylons grabbed her roughly, Kara fighting back, but it was pretty useless against three of them. One had the strength to hold her down. One of the Sharons got in a hard punch to her cheek, knocking her backward.
"Grab the bitch", this Leoben said with venom in his voice. "Get the restraints out."
Starbuck was manhandled to the bed, and in moments, her ankles and wrists were manacled to each bedpost, and she was on her back, not able to move.
"Maybe D'Anna won't let us beat the crap out of you", one of the Sharons said with a frightening laugh, "but we can still have some fun at your expense."
With that, the Cylon woman quickly stripped off her clothes, egged on by the other two, then climbed on the bed and straddled Starbuck's midsection. "I haven't had any in a while, Starbuck, I'm really desperate." She leaned into Kara's face. "I'm gonna sit on your face, and you're gonna suck my clit until I come, bitch."
Kara's tried to fight the restraints, but it was no good. In moments, the Sharon had bracketed her head with her thighs, and lowered her genitals to Starbuck's mouth.
"Suck me off, Kara."
"Maybe she has never been with a woman", the Leoben said with a nasty sneer.
Kara tried to breath and move the woman's genitals away, but to know avail. As she struggled, the Sharon looked down at her, and punched her with a closed fist on her forehead, rendering Starbuck senseless for a few moments. She came to a few moments later.
"Now, lick my pussy, you Human bitch, or I'll split your head open."
Kara knew she had no choice, so she began to use her tongue and her lips on the Sharon's labia and clit, hoping to make the Cylon climax quickly so she would get off of her. But the Sharon would edge to an orgasm, then left herself up for a moment, until her panting was under control, then lower herself back on Kara's face, repeating the edging several times.
Obviously, it must have been a while, because after several of these maneuvers, the Cylon's breathing became erratic, and Kara felt her tense up, then scream loudly as Kara brought her to a climax. She rubbed down harder on Kara, a second orgasm tearing through her.
The Cylon simply kept her spread genitals on Kara's face for a few more minutes, as her breathing slowed down, then dismounted the bed. Kara kept her eyes close, trying not to taste what the Cylon had put on her lips.
"That's just the beginning", that Sharon told her. "What now, brother?"
"Flip her over, stomach down on the bed."
The second Sharon glanced at him. "What are you gonna do?"
He simply gave her and the other Sharon a wicked smile.
"Oh, yeah!", Sharon number two said, "this is gonna be fun!"
Kara knew what was coming.
They quickly reversed her, throwing her back on the bead stomach first, then restraining her again. The second Sharon stepped up and slapped her buttocks hard several times, leaving welts on both cheeks. Kara could not hold in a scream of pain after several strikes.
"That's just the warm-up", the Sharon smirked. The three Cylons then ripped her clothes from her body, the tearing of the different fabrics sounding like fingernails on a chalkboard to Kara.
Within moments, Starbuck screamed again, as the Sharon drove a finger into her anus, the pain excruciating without any lubricant. The finger was thrust in and out of Kara for what seemed an eternity, but was really five minutes. All the while, the three Cylons laughed and joked.
The other Sharon took her turn, then the Leoben spoke. "Get me the container of lubricant in the bag." His voice sounded terrifying to Starbuck.
"Grab her cheeks and separate them", he commanded the other two. In moments, they had done his bidding, and grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them. In another moment a finger with a cold substance was thrust into her puckered opening, this time not as painful.
A minute or so after that, this Leoben leaned forward. "I'm not in the home sweet home thing like my brother, Starbuck. I'm a little more...direct in getting what I want."
The two women laughed, and moments later, Kara gasped, as an obviously large penis was slowly thrust into her anus, Kara screaming again in agony as the object violated her. Without preamble, the Leoben began thrusting violently in and out, Kara unable to scream after a few moments.
The assault by the three Cylons had been so swift, Kara hadn't had time to think. Now, getting used to the pain of this Cylon's obviously large penis in her ass, she shut down her mind to the outside world, and thought of one thing.
Gods, Laura, I miss you, baby. I wish I was with you, holding you, touching your skin, kissing your soft lips, making love to you. I won't let them break me, my love. I simply won't. I'll be coming back to you and Kacey soon. I love you both, with all my heart.
Kara kept thinking that, over and over, until her meditation was interrupted as Leoben roared in triumph as he spilled his seed into her rectum, the two Cylon women whooping it up as he came.
He kept thrusting after he had climaxed, until he went flaccid, then with a loud moan, he pulled out, leaving Kara limp in her own way.
Starbuck could feel the liquid exiting her ass, and hoped it was just semen, and not blood. She didn't discount that they had torn her interior, but she couldn't tell. She was numb from head to toe.
The Cylons released her from her restraints, and after a few punches to the face, and to the stomach, they left Kara, moaning in agony, sobbing through the pain.