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Here is the latest episode in the Venus saga, my apologies that this translation has taken so long, but enjoy it for now.  Chapter 10 will follow soon after it is released.  Theobald

The eighty members of the Lunar Shimmer crew stood with their backs to the cleaning room elevator where a frightened Robin hid against the emergency steps at the back of the room, trying not to be discovered. The lift had come to stop at a level slightly higher than the floor of the hall, so she had a view of almost the whole area. It was the perfect hiding place. The crew of the Lunar Shimmer was very close. In one of the entrances to the hall about thirty feet from her, Robin watched the first encounter between an Advisor and the new resident of Venus. On either side of the frosted glass doors stood two female commandos. Or so Robin thought: they did not look like they were there to amuse. But despite the clear aggressive appearance of their uniforms, Celestian designers had also been at work here: their heavy equipment and – obviously their purpose did nothing to detract from the sexy appearance and attitude of these girls. Both were wearing the same black UNOMEX-uniforms that Robin knew. They wore high boots with a heavy black high heel. The boots reached to their knees, their long sexy legs which were also clad in fishnet tights made of a heavy open

weave. The rest of the outfit consisted of ultra-short black pants that only half-covered the legs of ladies and an open low cut black sleeveless shirt, skimpy but sturdy enough to hold their full breasts in tight restraint. Around their waists they wore a scarlet belt which held a kind of crystalline grenade. Each of them held in their small gloved right hands a crossbow-like weapon. The crossbow and grenades were of a design that Robin had never seen before. For the commandos there was apparently a kind of hair code devised: both girls wore exactly the same super-cropped jet black dyed hair. When one of them turned her face away from Robin to say something to her colleague her shaved neck was visible.

Since Robin had been on Venus she was slowly getting used to her breathing occasionally stopping. Something she frequently experienced at moments like this, but now she broke out in a sweat as well: it was because the hair in the neck of the girl was shaved to just above her ears and the remaining stubble was colored red, the same red that Robin had seen on the Advisor. It was magnificent. And Robin again caught her hand reaching to her own long hair; she felt her long ponytail that she had tied up with the piece of belt from her tunic. She felt the temptation to open the door so that she could give herself up to these hotshots and their Advisor, hoping that she, Robin, too may be like them ... Robin’s spell was broken because something happened in the middle of the hall. The group turned as one to a man, to watch a floating glass platform slid up and form a kind of stage in the middle of the room. On the stage was Sabrina Cortar. Robin had to hold on to the wall of the elevator.  Sabrina looked stunning with her new Adviser look. "Dear Sisters of the Lunar Shimmer," began Sabrina, she had no difficulty being friendly “We-are-all-sisters" Robin had first heard that from the Advisor Marinka, and seamlessly Sabrina had taken it over.  She continued as her dreamy voice echoed through the huge triangular space: "You are all welcome; all of you have already passed the first step to survive on Venus. Especially fifty of you who were very hesitant, but I know for sure that you have no hesitation in going onwards now." She paused. Robin saw the eighty ladies look amongst themselves.

Only now it struck her that there had been thirty girls already on the Lunar Shimmer – these woman stood a little apart from the other fifty. The thirty girls with their short blond cut bobs still looked the same as when they had aboard the Lunar Shimmer, now ten months ago. The other fifty looked more like Robin. They had long hair, and several of them still seemed to have difficulty standing in their elegantly sexy bodies. Robin looked at their faces and tried to identify who was who, but that was tough. If she could just find Lars and Mario ... Her eyes wandered over the faces. In the back row, actually very close to her, was a young woman with long blond hair. Robin looked at her face. Lars? Suddenly she realized how bizarre it all was. Lars Sax, on Earth they had known each other for years. Lars, the quiet, reliable guy, with his technical genius, who always knew how to come up with a solution. Was this Lars? It had to be. Now with time Robin became surer of her assumption: the woman she saw through the small window of the elevator door could have been a sister of Lars. She had the same attitude, same look. This was Lars Sax? But what now? Robin realized she really had no plan. She wanted to be out of here, to go into the city. But how? Could she take Lars? How could she get at Lars, Would he, or she even agree to go at all? She was startled when she heard Sabrina again: "... fifty of you will in the next 45 minutes, make the second step towards full participation in our great society on Venus. The other thirty have done this already and will shortly continue on their journey to the transfer station. From there you will be taken to your new homes. Robin saw a wave of excitement amongst the thirty girls with the short bobs. On the right just outside Robin’s view were large doors and the thirty girls were filing out of the hall, cheering as they went. When they had gone

Sabrina took the floor again. "Dear princesses of Venus, you look great already. But to be part of our society on this fantastic planet and not have any problems it is important now to move quickly to step two: rehabilitation. We would like it if everyone could have had more time before undergoing this step and each individual ... uh, because uh ... uh ... because the unforeseen developments in the Spaceport we are very busy ... because now we need to offer you this step as a group. We hope that you understand."

In the back rows of the group Robin saw some girls stirring. It was obvious that Sabrina was clearly strained. Why were they accelerating the procedures? The only reason Robin could think of was herself. Her escape had been discovered! She hardly had time to think before Sabrina’s voice echoed through the hall again "and ... so now all fifty of you will get one standard rehabilitation therapy. This is provisional; you will all be assigned the rank of Candidate Venus. Once you have moved into the society of our planet you can further specialize according to your own interests. The rehabilitation process has a physical and a psychological component. The physical appearance you have and your clothes will match your grade, Aspirant. The psychological component means that we want to help you be woman according to the rules that we apply on our planet."

It was clear that Sabrina was in a huge hurry. She hardly tried to project a friendly, reassuring tone; her voice was becoming more powerful and ferocious. Robin wondered what that last sentence meant. She came to the conclusion that the word 'Brainwashing' was most appropriate. Sabrina disappeared and fifty women were given orders to form five rows of ten each. Robin saw the woman she thought was Lars had succeeded in staying at the very end of the group. Halfway down the hall ten changing cabins appeared from the floor, and in the next row ten re-equipment chairs of what looked like a newer type than what Robin had seen to date. The decor of the room was almost a copy of the re-equipment unit which Robin knew from the UNOMEX-lunar base on Earth, only twice the size. The group of fifty girls was restless, but Robin had the impression that most of them had no problem with advancing to step two. The woman who had to be Lars stood nearby, still not more than three meters away from her hiding place in the cleaning lift. The first ten women were given a clothing package and entered the changing-rooms. After ten minutes the first girl came out. She was uncomfortable in her mid high heeled apple green shoes, she was having difficulty in standing in them. Soon the girls came out of the other nine booths. Robin was looking through the small window and managed to catch just glimpse of a girl. The clothing was surprisingly not military; it was a cute, a short leisure dress in the same green colour as her shoes.  On her left side from top to bottom was a cheerful motif of large red roses. The dress was made of sturdy fabric, with a low square neckline and high waist. The bottom of the dress was wide, with pleats and covered just the girl’s buttocks. The heavy pantyhose that girl was wearing was a plain translucent apple green. Her long sexy legs were exaggerated by the same big red roses that were printed on the stocking legs. The first group stumbled awkwardly on their heels towards the re-equipment chair, a bit nervous. Behind them the next ten girls went into the changing-room. The first ten had taken their places in the chairs and were fixed in. How awkward her situation was, and Robin’s view through the little window of her shelter was limited, even now she found it was a fascinating and exciting spectacle. The chairs, fully synchronized, started with the wax and color treatment. Fully relaxed the girls lay back. After one minute their long hair was golden blond. The robot chair’s flexible arms buzzed back and forth and each of the girls seemed totally entranced by the gentle massaging movements. After the colouring was completed a large semi-transparent hood moved over the head of each girl. Their heads were clamped on the inside and the cut began.  Large bushes of golden hair slid down to the ground. Then the hoods disappeared and on each seat six arms started automatically to insert hair curling rollers into the girl’s hair. After three minutes, the Permanent solution was rinsed out, and the hair blow-dried. Finally the lampshade like hood appeared once more and while each girl had her beautiful make-up applied, almost unfelt a long thin needle was inserted into their necks. A stream of data was pumped into the brains of every girl and in her mind she became a princess of Venus, convinced that it had always been that way. The cleaners came on, the fixations bands sprang loose and ten girls stood up from the chairs. They looked adorable. Robin looked at the

nearest girl. She looked like a real sweetheart.

The green summer dress with the roses and the sexy long legs in green tights was finished off by a beautiful long bare neck, the jaw line with sparkling gold blond curls. She was brilliantly made-up, dreamy eyes with dark green eye shadow and a scarlet mouth. The ten girls were in a daze, they walked through the doors to the other side of the transfer station of the spaceport. The second group came down and began the ritual again.

Robin looked from her hiding place at the young woman whom she thought could be Lars. She noticed that it could well be Lars Sax, because during make-up session of the first group she began to be nervous. The eyes of women looked engrossed at the technicalities of the chair and tried to absorb what was happening there. Robin watched as Lars nervously looked around her, searching for an escape. The second group of ten girls was almost into the cut phase. Lampshades hoods descended on their heads, and then the cutting started. And again the bushes of golden hair fell to the ground.

All of a sudden Robin could hardly grasp what was happening, the light panels of the triangular hall flickered and then doubled in their intensity, it became brighter and brighter, so intense in fact that the room was bathed in an unbearably bright white light. Simultaneously it appeared that everything that used power speeded up to way beyond its normal speed. The frosted glass sliding doors in all corners of the Hall slammed shut with a bang and re-equipment chairs started groaning and twisting. The ten girls in the chairs began screaming in desperate fear; they struggled and fought in vain to loosen the wrist and ankle restraints, whilst in the hoods the whirring blades went crazy, fatally injuring the poor girl’s heads. Total panic took over in the hall. 

From beginning to end it all took no more than at most ten seconds. And then suddenly everything was quiet again. The lights were off, the power was gone, and in the inky blackness there was only screaming and chaos.

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