President Madiosi, sir, for info, there are seven chapters.
Here's chapter 4:
Chapter 4: Captain Wragg of the Cruxton Abbey
“Dr Siss Little! I must crucify Dr Little!” Captain James Wragg was overwhelmed by the thought of getting Siss naked and nailing her to a cross. To be fair, he'd always been keen on the idea of getting her naked, but nailing her to a cross was a new twist.
Two sentries stood by the gate leading to the Cruxton Abbey. “You two! We’re going to the tool store! We need hammers and we need nails. Plenty of them. Move!”
“Sorry sir, we have orders to arrest you, and escort you to the sick bay.”
“Don’t be ridiculous! I am your captain! Order overruled!”
He found that he couldn’t control their minds, he realised that they were robots. But he needn’t have worried. He was still in his full captain’s uniform. They were programmed to accept his orders over and above Marcella’s.
The sentries saluted, and said “very good, sir!” turned, and marched towards the tool store, with Wragg following along behind.
By the time they reached the tool store and the adjacent workshop, he had at least twenty of his crew, plus the two robots, under his full command. Some fetched timber, some programmed the workshop computer to produce crosses, some fetched large nails, and some fetched nails. Others fetched trollies, and the stands ordinarily used for large Christmas trees. In under ten minutes Wragg had a fully equipped crucifixion squad, ready to roll.
Two minutes later the whole lot of them arrived on the bridge.
Only Marcella and Yupar were there. No sign of Repertor. Worse, no sign of Siss. Never mind. He would look forward to crucifying her later.
Marcella had just started to eat a meal that she’d prepared in the bridge microwave. On seeing Wragg she pushed it aside. She and Yupar stood, and saluted, but they were the colour of ghosts.
“Secure the bridge!” ordered Wragg, “and crucify them!”
“NOOOOO!” screamed Marcella and Yupar, in unison. Marcella said, “you never minded me eating at my workstation before, sir?”
“We come in peace!” said Wragg. “It is your deepest desire!”
“No, it isn’t…” said Marcella, watching, her eyes round with horror, as a large timber cross was laid on the floor near her.
“Yes….” said Wragg, “it is.”
Marcella couldn’t help herself. She found herself taking off her own uniform, until she stood before them all in bra and panties.
“And the rest,” ordered Wragg.
“Yes, sir.” She undid her bra, and pushed her panties down. Stepping out of them, she stood completely nude there on the bridge of the starship Cruxton Abbey.
“Lt Marcella! Status update if you please!” Repertor’s voice, over the communication system.
Wragg glared at her. She reached out and touched the ‘mute’ icon on the screen.
Wragg nodded towards the cross. Marcella did not understand why she was complying with this, but she seemed to have no choice. She stepped over to the cross, and lay down on it, arms outsretched. It felt as alien as the slugs, hard, rough, uncompromising against the soft skin of her back and buttocks. She watched as the two robot sentries approached her. She could see the huge nails, and the heavy mallet. She wanted to get up, to run, to escape this nightmare, but she could not move. Wragg was holding her down onto the cross by sheer mental force, as firmly as though she was already nailed there.
Even when Yupar started shrieking from the other side of the bridge, those screams of agony and horror could not release Marcella from Wragg’s power. With shock, she realised that every single person on that bridge, Yupar and herself included, were totally under his power.
She tried to prepare herself for the nailing, which she now realised was inevitable.
The sentry raised the mallet, and brought it down with mechanical force onto the nail.
The other sentry was about half a second behind.
The sound Marcella made was almost beyond description, a blood curdling, banshee howl of unbelievable agony and utter despair that should have been enough to freeze Wragg’s blood. Should have been, but wasn’t.
Nothing could have prepared Marcella for this. At every level she was in utter torment. The physical agony as the nails were driven through her young flesh. The violence of the hammers striking the nails, the sight of her own blood spraying around the bridge, the feeling of her wrists pinioned to the wood, and the disbelief that she had been turned from a competent communications officer into a naked, helpless, screaming victim in less than five minutes.
She saw Yupar’s cross erected, saw her friend writhing and howling as the cross was fastened upright. This must be some kind of nightmare, surely? But then the sentries, with ruthless competence, nailed Marcella’s feet firmly to the cross. How could one human being be expected to endure so much pain? She heard her own screams echoing around the bridge. Why hadn’t she run? Now it was too late. Far, far, too late.
She knew what was coming next, she’d seen it happen to Yupar. She felt the cross move, but she was completely at the mercy of the crew as her body was thrown around like a rag doll as they fought the cross into the stand, and held it there while the bolts were tightened.
At long, long, last they finished moving her cross around, and Marcella was left to attempt to come to terms with the full, dreadful reality of crucifixion.
Wragg looked up at his crucified communications officer with complete satisfaction. “Your deepest desires have been granted. Lt Marcella. We come in peace.”
Yay!! Help is on the way!!! 
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