The Spider Queen

Chapter 173: The Price Of Kindness

(Hydra Star System)

(Starship Model Poseidon -567)

“Cleo you should go in first. I don’t want to scare them,” Sophie suddenly spoke up as the two girls were walking to the storage bay.

Two days had past since they had escaped planet Calypso and Sophie was now confident that no one was following them.

Katarina had drilled the importance of caution into the mind of the hybrid girl, so Sophie had not left the command center until she was absolutely certain that there were no pursuers. 

The starship was now travelling automatically with the aid of the AI onboard the vessel towards the nearest Federation outpost.

It was time to meet the slave girls currently being held in the storage bay, but Sophie was feeling a bit apprehensive.

Although she no longer had on the synthetic flesh, she was concerned that her blade-like appendages would be associated with her disguise and cause the girls to fall into a panic.

“I should be the one who’s scared,” Cleo replied in a cheerful tone.

“What if one of those girls falls in love with a smoking hot babe like yourself.” 

Cleo grinned and gave Sophie a quick peck on the cheek that caused the tips of the hybrid girl’s ears to turn red. 

Sometimes her girlfriend was just too shy about her appearance.

Both girls had already taken off their disguises and showered thoroughly before the meeting. 

As for why they did this, having spent three weeks covered in synthetic flesh without the opportunity to clean themselves…. 

Let’s just say the smell coming from their bodies was not very pleasant. 

Spaceships in the Poseidon series were known for their sleek metallic interior designs as well as high acceleration rates.

Sophie and Cleo walked through a maze of silvery grey doors until they arrived at the entrance to a large chamber.

The chamber was blocked by a sturdy mechanical door that had a single scanner with a hand recognition input.

The muffled sounds of conversations could be heard on the other side of the door as the slave girls talked to one another.

“Okay I’ll go in first,” Cleo saw that her girlfriend still seemed a bit hesitant, so she knocked on the door and yelled.

“Move away from the entrance of the door please!”

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(Violet’s POV)

A loud shout interrupted the relative quiet in the storage bay and I could visibly see the expressions on my fellow sisters change immediately.

We were finally going to get a glimpse of our new owner and find out what exactly he or she planned to do with us.

“Move the younger girls to the back of the room,” an attractive woman in her late twenties hurriedly spoke up.

I think her name was Silva, but she also held the nickname of the ‘boss lady’ as she had been serving as the de facto leader and made sure that the food was equally distributed.

This may simply be delaying the inevitable, but it was possible that the younger girls would not be noticed if they blended into the background.

Bleep! Bleep!

A green light flashed, and the door slowly swung open to reveal the figure of a teenage girl who looked roughly around our age.

She wore an expensive evening gown with red jewels adorning her wrists and neck. Her piercing green eyes and long flowing dark hair added to her innate air of nobility and charm.

“I am sure you all must be very confused but do not be worried,” she spoke in a soft and melodious voice.

“My partner and I have rescued you all and this starship is currently on route to the nearest Federation outpost.”

“I am Princess Cleopatra, and my companion is the high noble Sophie Peterlor. We are students at Zrudread University.”

“We…. we are…. saved?” a tense voice sounded out from the back of the crowd.

“Yeah you will be dropped off to the relevant authorities and can return to your families and loved ones,” the noble girl reassured us with a kind smile.

“What about those of us without family?” Silva walked forward and peered at the girl with a suspicious gaze.

“You will be given a sum of money and be free to travel to whatever planet or colony you desire,” a tall hybrid girl walked through the entrance and replied.

“We are not so irresponsible as to move you from one dangerous situation to another.”

“The monster!” one of the younger girls shrieked in fear.

No… not … him. 

I started to hyperventilate as the image of the hulking brute who lumbered down the stairs of that old wooden house had been in my nightmares for weeks.

“That was just a disguise. I would like to think I’m a bit more attractive with my natural looks than when I’m covered in synthetic flesh,” the hybrid girl rolled her eyes and cheekily spoke.

She was absolutely right.

As my moment of panic faded away, I could form a greater appreciation for the beauty of the hybrid girl.

Sophie Peterlor stood at an impressive seven feet in height with a busty chest and curvaceous figure that would cause anyone to blush.

Perhaps her most noticeable traits outside of the four blade-like appendages jutting out from her back were the ones found on her face.

Her face was stunningly gorgeous with ears that were slightly pointed and golden eyes that seemed to stare into one’s soul.

“Why would you save us?” Silva was not intimidated and continued to question the two girls.

I understood where she was coming from and why she was so wary.

Having seen the darkness of the slave trade and the evilness of the noble class, why would these two young nobles rescue us without any sort of gain.

They were even willing to give us a small sum of money to start a new life if we did not want to or could not go back to our families.

Kindness never came without a price.