CHAPTER EIGHT
THE SQUEALING NAKED GIRLS-and a few men-around me burst into the prison building, turning on lights and whooping as they went.
I stared around. Bare stone walls. Gleaming lights overhead. A faint antiseptic smell.
The crowd around me surged through a doorway and there, before me, lay naked body after body. Male bodies and female bodies, all stretched out on stretchers, stacked six deep toward the ceiling.
At least a hundred nude teen-age girls and a few boys.
“Let's grab a few!” squealed an excited blonde. “And start having fun with them!”
“No!” cried Carlotta Cortez, the voluptuous ex-medico. “These are new arrivals. They are all still heavily drugged. It would take too long to un-drug them. This way!”
A huge, antiseptic looking operating room, in the center of which
