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To Serve Ania (mc, nc, mf)
Part 1
Farleven
May 2001
http://www.angelfire.com/ct2/farleven/index.html

Two uniformed men and a relatively conservatively dressed woman sat out
on a sidewalk restaurant finishing up a late lunch.  The two men wore
the uniforms of the Anian Occupation force, an all too common sight
throughout the world since their arrival only a few months before.  The
two men laughed and ate, enjoying the parading spectacle of people
going about their business on this mid summer day.  It was comfortably
warm, and that lent the two soldiers more than the occasional view of
scantly clad women gliding past them.  There was no doubt in the eyes
of every passerby just who those men were, and what they represented.
Earth had fallen with only the most token of resistance, and now the
Anians were slowly taking full control of the bountiful little blue
green world and its population.

The luck of the Anians was the curse of humanity, as the law of
averages left both species nearly identical.  The cause for this was
beyond the concern of Earth scientific establishment, as they were
among the first to know the tragedy of Earth's enslavement.  The
world's scientists were among the first people collected by the Anians
and, save a few horrible examples, no one knew just what became of
them.  The Anians' day to day behavior was enough to leave the people
of Earth in shock.

"Ready for a little late afternoon diversion, Zev?" asked the first
man, a dark hared, somewhat rugged looking sort.  He waved a cigar as
he surveyed the crowd, especially any scantly clad woman that strolled
by.  He shrugged off the looks of anger, and relished the fear that was
apparent in almost anyone who noticed that an Anian was watching them.

"Anyone in mind?" Zev turned to look over the same sidewalk his
companion was watching.

Julie Teren watched her two keepers with her usual distance and
silence.  It didn't do any good to object, beyond furthering her
torment.  She had originally been sent as a liaison from the US
government after the surrender.  The Anians had no need for liaisons,
however, and accepted the delegation as the first installment on the US
quota of population for conversion.  Julie had gone from a high-ranking
aid to the American UN ambassador, to being the personal servant to
these two Anian officers.  Her conversion hadn't been without its
struggles, but now she resigned herself to her new place in life.  She
still had her mind, and that alone she could be thankful for.  Still,
the control collar around her neck and her tear away clothing left no
doubt as to what she had become.

"That one, in the long dress, see how much she'll take to pop." Rosc
replied eyeing a long hared brunet about to walk past their seats.

"I like you're style, Rosc.  Prep the accessories, Julie." Zev said,
turning his own attention to the woman just as she was walking past
their seats, her expression one of enjoying a fine summer day, clearly
oblivious to the Anians only feet away.  "Hey, you there, stop."

For a second the entire sidewalk stopped, everyone pausing in fear,
afraid the Anian was talking to them.  The reflexive pause ended as
soon as the true target looked into Zev's eyes.  Her smile instantly
turned to a doe eyed expression of paralyzing fright.  Zev and Rosc
smiled as she looked into their eyes, knowing they now held her fate in
their hands.

"Now, come here, my dear." Rosc beckoned to her.  She stood there for a
moment, still paralyzed but finally got a hold of herself and stepped
over to the Anians.  Her desire to run was painted on her face, but
runners never made it and were always taken.  Her only hope was that
the Anians wanted something simple from her, that they didn't want to
convert her.  She whispered prayers under her breath as she stopped at
their table.

"What's you name?" Zev asked as he looked over the young woman.  She
looked to be in her mid twenties.  Her long brown hair nicely framed
her delicate features, while her dress traced her ample curves with
conservative grace.

"Tara," she answered, her voice quaking with fear.  She shivered as she
could almost feel the two Anians leering at her.  Not knowing what to
do, Tara simply stood there and waited for them to make their next
move.

As Tara waited, Julie began her own preparations as ordered.  She
pulled out a collar device like her own and programmed it.  She didn't
want to be any part of her keepers' games but the compulsion to follow
their orders outweighed her own objections.  When the time came, she
would lock the collar around this girl's throat just like all the
others, and take away her life.  Even as she finished getting the
collar ready for Tara, Julie's body was preparing itself for sex.
There were two Anians and both would want a pussy to use.  Her
compulsion to serve her keepers and anticipate their needs was a
permanent part of her life now.  Julie was beyond fighting lost battles
now and simply accepted her compulsion-spawned arousal as it took hold.
By the time Rosc made his move, Julie was already aching for one of her
masters to impale her with his cock.

Tara was completely unaware of Julie as her attention was focused on
the two Anians who were admiring her body.  She was frightened, but had
no wish to antagonize these two monsters.  Tara knew her only hope was
in pleasing them, though she didn't know just how much she could take.
This was a fate that had weighed heavily on her mind from the first
moment the people of Earth became aware of the Anian's intent to
convert humanity.  Tara had been raised fairly conservatively, and the
Anian threat had only made her more devout.  She wasn't completely
innocent however, and was fully aware of just what she'd have to
sacrifice to escape if that was even possible.

"Very nice, Tara.  Though I wouldn't mind a less obstructed view if you
don't mind." Rosc taunted.  His eyes focused on her breasts as they
rose and fell with her quickened breath.  No one around that table
doubted what he wanted to see unwrapped.

Tara gulped and slipped her hands to her back and slowly began to unzip
her dress.  Her body quivered as she pulled down the zipper.  The two
Anians continued to leer unabated as Tara began to slip the dress off
her shoulders.  A tear formed in the corner of her eye as she let the
dress drop to the ground, leaving her standing in nothing more than
panties and bra.  The commanding glances of the two Anians prodded Tara
on, leaving no doubt that they weren't about to be patient with her.
She reached behind her back again to unclasp her bra, knowing fully
that she was thrusting out her breasts for the vile men before her.
Tara slipped the garment off without any more fanfare, leaving her two
well-rounded and pink tipped breasts naked and on display.  She cringed
as Rosc licked his lips at the sight of her ample mammaries, but a
quick stern look from him snapped her attention back to the final piece
of clothing obstructing their view.  Tara gulped and bent down,
slipping her panty's waistband over her hips and down her thighs.  As
she was bent over, she pulled off her socks and shoes as well, leaving
herself completely naked for anyone passing by to see.  Tara stood back
up and waited again as the two Anians took in her bared flesh,
shivering a bit as a breeze tickled her normally covered skin.

Without warning, Rosc got out of his seat and stood behind Tara.  He
casually reached around her and cupped a breast in each hand.  Rosc
carefully kneaded and fondled the two soft orbs as Tara squirmed from
the unwelcome attention.  "Zev, these are first rate breasts, no
implants if you'd believe it.  Have a feel."

Tara jumped as Rosc grabbed hold of her breasts and squeezed them.  She
had to fight the urge to slap him or run away, neither of which was an
option.  Anians were merciless to anyone who tried to run or fought
back.  Survival was the only thing keeping Tara from panic, control was
her only hope.  Still, being naked and groped in public was almost more
than she could bear.

Zev didn't waste any time in moving up to Tara and grabbing onto her
breast as Rosc released his hold on one.  He casually kneaded the flesh
for a moment, savoring the round soft orb and taking special care to
rub his thumb over the pink little nipple in the center.  "A great pair
of breasts to be sure, you should be proud to have a rack like this,
Tara.  You'll be a very popular convert."

Zev bent down and wrapped his mouth around the tip of her breast,
casually suckling and licking for a moment.  "And you taste great too."

Tara simply stood there and quivered as Zev and Rosc took liberties
with her flesh, barely keeping herself from breaking into a hysterical
fit.  Not only was she naked, with unwelcome hands and tongues moving
over her flesh, but her very freedom was about to be snatched away.  To
be converted was to lose oneself, Tara knew that and the possibility of
escape seemed very faint to her at this moment.  Her urge to flee was
stoked even more as she felt Rosc's hand slip between her legs to cup
her mound and casually explore her tender feminine folds.

Rosc smiled as he provoked a gasp of surprise from his latest toy as he
slipped a finger between her nether lips.  Her vaginal muscles clamped
down powerfully on his finger, enticing Rosc with a wonderfully tight
ride in only a few moments.  "She's a tight one too. Have you been
saving yourself for us, Tara?"

Tara simply shook her head, afraid to trust her voice as she suppressed
her rage and desperation.  It was too much to bear, and she knew it was
only a matter of time before her vagina was explored by something
thicker and longer than a finger.

Rosc continued to probe her tender flesh with his fingers as he watched
Tara carefully.  "Now, Tara, I need you to get all hot and ready for
me, or else it won't be as much fun fucking your tight little pussy."

"Oh, god, please don't do this to me!" Tara wailed, finally overcome by
her own inner desperation.  She sobbed openly as she felt Rosc's hands
move from between her legs to firmly grab her shoulders.

"Now, Julie." Rosc ordered as he held Tara in place.

"Yes, Master," Julie replied.  She was moving before he had spoken,
knowing the time had come to claim another convert.  This was just the
initiation, the full conversion would follow later on the ship.  Julie
walked up to Tara and wrapped the collar around the naked woman's neck.
As she clasped the device around Tara's neck she looked into the
convert's eyes, hoping to convey her own sense of pity and
understanding in that moment of theft.  The frightened look of her
victim was another added to the scores she had been forced to take
another face to haunt her dreams.

Tara looked into Julie's eyes as the collar closed around her neck.
She could sense the slave woman's pity, even though her own fears
prevented Tara from returning an expression of understanding.  The day
she had feared for so long had came, she was a convert and her life was
no longer her own.  As the cold metal collar snapped into place, Tara
felt a tingle course through her whole body for a moment, and then she
felt her anxious shakes suddenly stop.

"Good, that calmed you right down.  Now, Tara, lean over the table,
spread your legs, and heat up that tight little pus' of yours for a
good fucking," Rosc commanded, letting go of Tara as she obeyed him.

Tara bent over the table and spread her legs without thinking.  She was
stunned as she did these things without a thought.  As she felt a
strange heat and yearning build in her loins, Tara realized just how
powerful the collar was.  Her thoughts weren't tempered by the device
and her mind screamed in horror at the violation of self she was
enduring now.  Rosc's hands still roamed over her naked flesh freely.
All Tara could do was watch Julie and Zev while her pussy began to ache
with sexual heat preparing itself for the coming penetration.  Her
growing lust was almost overpowering, her entire body aching with need.
If she would have been able, Tara would have moaned with pleasure as
Rosc cupped and gently fondled her two sensitive breasts.

Julie quickly tossed off her own clothes as she watched the latest
convert begin her new life.  Julie was burning with excitement, her
compulsions now firmly in command.  Her pussy cried out to be filled,
and Julie was glad that Zev was going to be the one to use her today.
His cock was thicker than Rosc's and Zev was gracious enough to let her
orgasm with him.  Before Zev had even given her a command, Julie was
already lowering herself between his legs to pull down his pants and
free his shaft.  The mark of a good slave was anticipating a master's
needs, and Julie was compelled to be the best slave she could be.

Tara watched as Julie knelt before Zev and took his shaft into her
mouth for a few moments.  As she watched the lewd display, Tara could
feel her pussy dripping with arousal.  Inwardly, she flinched as she
felt Rosc's hand cup her aroused flesh and again probed her tight
vagina.  His finger teased Tara's aching flesh and Tara found herself
yearning for even more.  She felt emptiness growing inside her, focused
between her legs.  Tara knew it was wrong to feel like that, to yearn
for this kind of fulfillment, but as she heard the sound of clothes
falling to the ground behind her, Tara was nearly overwhelmed with
anxious anticipation.  Part of her revolted at the thought of her
impending violation even as her baser instincts called out to be sated.
As she felt something blunt and smooth rub against her nether lips,
Tara was simply grateful she couldn't speak, fearing a vocal
acknowledgement of her own lust.  All she could do was stand there as
Rosc probed her slick outer lips, running their length as he sought her
warm interior.

"Enjoy this, Tara, it is the first fuck of your new life as a convert.
You are now ours." Rosc spoke as he pushed forward with his shaft.

Tara gasped as she felt her outer lips give way and let the invader
into her inner sanctum.  It felt so wonderful, almost heavenly as she
felt his thick shaft parting her tender aroused folds.  She felt no
pain as her barriers were breached, just astounding pleasure as she was
slowly impaled.  Tara's entire focus was on the shaft moving inside
her, the sensations it was provoking as its bulbous head and veined
sides rammed further inside.  It was nearly an eternity to her, the
feeling of entry drawn out far beyond reality.  As she felt Rosc's
shaft rest against the end of her steaming channel, with his pubic hair
tickling her outer lips, Tara was almost overcome with pleasure and
sexual satisfaction.  Her earlier thoughts of resistance, were washed
away by the unbelievable sensation, and now she leaned over the table
panting with lust and sexual fire.

Julie watched as Rosc took a new pet.  She knew full well just how
wonderful the collar could make sex.  The device was insidious and
powerful, capable of making the wearer little more than a puppet to be
controlled.  The collar could also deaden nerves or intensify their
sensation, carefully tuned it could strip away any pain and amplify any
pleasure.  It could also do the reverse, and Julie fought to suppress
every memory of such painful encounters, thankful that there had been
so few.  Her own purpose here was paramount now however, and she leaned
over the table and wiggled her hips for Zev.  Julie glowed with
anticipation as she presented her wet, hairless pussy for her Master's
use.

"You're slave's pussy is ready for your glorious cock, Master."  Julie
chimed.  Her arousal was burning around her now.  Julie could hardly
wait for her master to fill her pussy and satisfy her carnal needs.  At
moments like this she was happy to be a convert, so that she could be
used like this.  Julie cooed with pleasure as she felt her Master's
cock rub against her gates.  "Please, Master, fuck me!"

"You're too kind, Julie." Zev replied.  He wasted no time in pushing
his way into his slave's waiting pussy.  Julie cried out in pleasure,
and unlike her fellow convert across the table, Julie's pleasure was
all-natural.  Julie had graduated from needing the collar to aid
arousal or control her movements, it was now simply a symbol of her
status for all to see.

Julie moaned her thanks that the Anians took pride in their sexual
prowess.  With their advanced medical abilities they were capable of
molding flesh to their will, and all Anian men took pride in making
sure their shafts were perfectly proportioned for a woman's needs.
Julie was still enthralled by the size of her Anian Masters, and was
ever eager to have them inside her, just as Zev was now.  Her pussy was
stretched to its limits by his shaft, quivering taught around the
welcome invader as she grunted her approval.

"Fuck your slave good, Master, she loves your wonderful cock," Julie
moaned as Zev pounded away at her flesh.  Fucking like this was
addictive, overriding any thoughts of morality or resistance.  Julie
was now simply enjoying being used just as Tara would.

Tara was moaning her own thanks from her side of the table as Rosc
pounded into her flesh mercilessly.  She only wished she could cry out
like Julie was, so she could beg for more.  Her entire body was charged
with arousal as she bounced on Rosc's thrusting shaft.  Her pussy was
burning with passion from being so impossibly full of Rosc's thick
cock.  Tara was simply awestruck at the sensation of her pussy walls
stretched to the limit with every wondrous thrust.  Tara's breasts
bounced beneath her with every filling motion and a part of her
recognized how lewd a scene she presented.  She was beyond concern over
appearances however, absorbed completely in the awesome pleasure of
being split wide by a thick plunging cock.

Every touch of Rosc's hands brought another gasp of pleasure from the
new convert.  Her body's senses had been so heightened that every
caress brought waves of pleasure crashing through her.  Tara simply
lost herself in the sensation as Rosc ran his hands over her back and
reached down to cup her ample breasts.  In that moment, Tara existed
for pleasure, both for herself and her Master, everything else was
secondary, forgotten in the raging storm of passion that had engulfed
her.

The foursome continued for several minutes, all panting and moaning as
pleasure flowed between them.  Zev was the first to come as he wildly
thrust into Julie's writhing body.  Julie felt the telltale motions of
her Master's impending release and prepared herself.  Just as she felt
the first blast of his warm seed slam into her inner walls, her orgasm
was triggered.  Julie clamped down with her pussy as she cried out her
own release and brought another moan of pleasure from her Master.

"Oh, Master, thank you!" Julie screamed as she began to quake with
pleasure.  Her pussy filled with her Master's seed, each blast sparking
another peak in the wave of passion consuming her.  The feeling of
spreading warmth inside her depths only reinforced the sexual
satisfaction she felt.  Julie moaned again as Zev lifted her up and
fondled her breasts as he finished squirting inside her.  Julie simply
enjoyed the feelings of his shaft, seed and hands, happy to be in her
Master's arms as she watched the Anian's latest convert reach her first
orgasm.

Tara's only means of expression were her ragged breaths and her eyes,
which both told of her enthralled state as her body was thoroughly
used.  It didn't matter to her now, all that mattered was the euphoric
pleasure that cascaded though her as her pussy was used.  Her thoughts
were already started on the path towards full conversion.  Tara was
beginning to consider her fate less than reprehensible as her new
Master continued to use her body.

Then without warning, Tara felt blasts of heat within her.  It took her
clouded mind a moment to realize that it was Rosc's seed flowing into
her tender depths.  That thought was just enough to pull her back from
the blissful oblivion she had been enjoying.

"You'll make a fine breeding convert, Tara.  It's too bad you can't be
allowed to conceive before your full conversion." Rosc said.  His shaft
still squirted his seed into the helpless woman as he stroked her ass.

Tara's thoughts quickly focused on his words, her body's pleasure now
conflicting with the anguish of her fate.  That she would be little
more than a brood mare for the Anians was a sobering thought.  Even the
collar-enhanced pleasures couldn't stifle Tara's new despair.  The
shaft still resting inside her was now a testament to her fate, a clear
sign of things to come.

Julie sympathized with the new convert's feelings.  Still, she was
beyond such worries now.  Julie almost envied Tara for her fate.  Julie
had been forced to remember her old life in her duties to her Anian
Masters, breeding converts existed purely for mating and infant care,
their lives simple and their minds empty.  Even more troublesome for
Julie was the regret that she wasn't allowed to bear children for her
Master's yet, a compulsion deeply ingrained into every convert.  Every
coupling she enjoyed just reminded Julie that she wasn't allowed to
bear their young as every convert should.  Intellectually, Julie knew
it was just another compulsion, but like all the others, she had long
since surrendered her fight against them.

Finally, Zev withdrew himself from his convert.  Julie moaned as his
girth slid from her warm interior, trailing his seed.  "Julie, please
take Tara back to the ship for final conversion."

"Yes, Master," Julie replied.  She felt a little sad as her pussy began
to close up from her fucking.  Her Master's cock wasn't inside her
anymore and his seed ran down her thighs, both depressing facts to her.
Still, she was given a command and would carry it out.

Rosc pulled out of Tara a moment later.  "Tara, you will accept
commands from Julie until transferred to the conversion chamber.
Please return once you've dropped Tara off, Julie," Rosc ordered.
There was more of the afternoon to enjoy at this cafe, even if the
crowd had cleared out.

"Yes, Master.  Convert Tara, follow me," Julie ordered the naked woman.
Julie didn't bother to clothe herself or wait for Tara to do so either.
It was simply a formality on the surface, aboard ship, no women were
allowed any garment or ornament except their control collars.  It
didn't both Julie to walk around naked anymore, not since her
conversion.  It was by far one of her least important concerns.
Besides, Julie had grown to appreciate the leers of her Masters, and
even now didn't mind that passing men were admiring her well-toned form
and jiggling breasts.  The part of her that resented it was satisfied
in knowing that they would all be converts too one day.

As they passed out of earshot, Julie paused for a moment.  "You may
speak freely, Tara, the Master's can not hear us."

Tara waited for a moment before speaking.  "Will it always be like
this?"

"No.  Once you are fully converted, nothing will bring you more joy
than pleasing the Masters.  Nothing else will matter, your life as
you've known it will be forgotten, and you will know only what the
Masters deem necessary," Julie replied.  She had done this before,
talking to a convert before full conversion.  It was always hard.  She
remember her own conversion, something few converts did, and Julie
remembered the pain and struggle as well.  Her one consolation was that
Tara wouldn't remember any of that once her conversion was complete.

Tara gulped at that, not sure whether to be thankful or aghast.  At
least she wouldn't be forced to endure this torture, but the price for
peace was terribly high.  "Can't you just let me go?  I don't want to
be some kind of brood mare."

"I'm sorry, Tara, I must do as the Masters' command.  I only wish I
were in your shoes.  In time you can forget all this, and you will know
the joy of birthing the Masters' children.  That is the one purpose of
a convert that I am not allowed to enjoy, instead I am forced to waste
the Masters' seed.  I know this isn't much consolation, but you'll take
pride in it soon enough," Julie answered.

Tara fell silent at that.  There was nothing more to say.  Julie
couldn't be swayed with words so long as she wore that collar.  All
that remained was to face fate with some measure of dignity, as much as
that was possible walking naked down a busy street.  Tara was keenly
aware of her naked flesh, from her bouncing breasts to her cum soaked
pussy.  She could even feel every longing eye that traced her bare
curves, leaving her wishing for anything to clothe herself with.
Still, she walked just as Julie did, confidently with her chest proudly
presented and arms swinging at her sides.  It wasn't really a choice,
her feet moved forward without her will, controlled by the collar
around her neck.

The shuttle was at the end of the block, and Julie was glad to see it.
She wanted nothing more to than to be rid of Tara, and then she could
try to forget her role in such conversions again.  The shuttle was
nothing more than a bluish arrow just a bit longer and wider than a
standard bus.  It was completely automated, and could seat several
dozen people at once.  Julie had no idea how the shuttle worked, as no
engines or windows were apparent from the outside, yet a full view was
available from inside.  Tara followed Julie inside and Julie quickly
commanded the shuttle back to the Anian mothership.

The Anian mothership was another wonder of sight.  Julie never lost her
appreciation for the raw beauty of the vessel.  Even as she now fully
understood the evil that resided within its hull, it was still hard to
associate it with the wonder of the ship.  The vessel looked almost
like a cloud, assembled of the same bluish material as the shuttle.
Its shape was hard to determine, and for all her trips, Julie had never
been certain whether the ship actually changed shape, or whether its
surface presented some form of optical illusion that prevented the eye
from truly seeing the shapes billowing along its skin.  Finally, the
vessel was huge, Julie remember the initial reports saying it was as
large as the state of Texas, and tens of miles high.  From what she
found inside, it wasn't hard to believe it was that large, even though
she had only seen a small portion of the ship.

The trip from the surface was remarkably fast as well, taking only a
few minutes and the shuttle protected its passengers from the feeling
of acceleration.  Before long, the shuttle had pulled into a singular
docking bay.  Shuttle's carrying converts always docked alone, to
reduce the possibility of escape, even though it wasn't incredibly
likely with collared converts.  Still, not all converts came in with
collars, and a standard security policy was a safer one.  Julie was
unconcerned with it however, and led Tara off the shuttle and into the
bowels of the Anian mothership.

Tara walked down the halls in stunned silence.  The shimmering beauty
of the exterior was reflected on the inside as well.  It wasn't until
she saw another group of people that her thoughts turned back to her
fate.  Tara watched as a group of collared women skipped down the
hallway, all naked and giggling like schoolgirls.

One of the girls ran up to Tara with a wide, vacant smile.  "Oh, you're
going to be a breeder, aren't you?  You have such nice hips and
titties, I know the Masters will make you a breeder.  Don't worry, it's
great.  The Master's fuck you all day long, and they let you have their
children too.  Isn't that wonderful?  We just found out we're pregnant
today!  It's going to be my first birthing for the Master, and I can't
wait to celebrate!"

Tara simply stared back blankly at the woman for a moment before she
skipped after the rest of the women.  Tara shuddered internally at the
thought that she would soon be just like that woman, fucked and
mindlessly happy.  Still, she couldn't stop putting one foot in front
of the other, and dutifully following Julie.

Julie simply repressed her own resentment at the passing breeders.
They had the audacity to openly celebrate their pregnancies in front of
her, something she was not allowed.  Julie always fumed whenever she
encountered a breeder anymore.  She remembered when she felt pity for
the mindless nymphs but now, they only summoned hatred.  Her duties
kept her from acting on these feelings, however, and Julie marched on
to the conversion chamber.

The conversion chamber was flanked on all sides by the conversion tanks
stacked atop each other like an endless wall that lined the final
hallway to the chamber itself.  Each tube contained gelatinous goo that
would suspend a convert through the mental and physical conversion.
Most of the tubes were filled today, as they usually were.  Every
convert was naked, with various organic vines coursing over their flesh
and encasing the back of the head, molding each one into exactly what
the Anians wanted them to be.  Julie had no concept of what most of the
converts were used as, but many would be breeders, and some would be
sex toys.  Beyond that their fate was a mystery.

Tara continued to follow obediently as she looked over the mass of
naked flesh suspended around her.  She couldn't help but stare at the
encased women surrounding her.  All but a few had expressions of
mindless passion drawn across their faces, their eyes closed.  A few
were more obviously writhing in passion their eyes wide with wonder as
they bucked their hips back against vines that wiggled between their
spread legs.  Tara found herself focused on one woman's pussy as she
watched the phallus like head of a vine probe between the woman's
nether lips.  The pussy spread before the wiggling vine, and Tara
looked up into the eyes of the woman as she was penetrated, seeing a
look of horror and pleasure wrapped on her face.  As she was forced to
turn away, Tara noticed the woman's abdomen clenching and her hips
bucking passionately against the impaling vine.  She fought against the
notion of walking into the lair of a mad scientist.  Tara knew that was
exactly what it was, though, and that this was her final walk as a
whole person.  The hallway of suspended converts finally ended and the
two women walked into the central chamber.  Two men dressed in simple
white robes greeted them at the entrance.

"Master, this slave presents a new convert from Master Rosc.  Master
Rosc prefers her to become a breeder." Julie said simply.

"Good, slave, you may resume your duties.  Convert, follow me and we
will place you in an incubation chamber to begin your conversion." Tara
obediently followed him, still fully controlled by her collar.  She
knew it was now only moments before she would be nothing but a mindless
servant of the Anians, and her last wish was that she could at least
sob at her impending loss.

Julie turned and gave no more thought to the convert.  She knew that in
a few days or weeks, depending on Tara's resilience, there would be
another breeder for Julie to resent.  She didn't wish that fate on
anyone, but there wasn't anything she could do anymore.  Julie simply
reflected on her own first memory of walking down this hall.  It had
been different then, with the tubes still empty, and she had not
trembled in fear as she should have.

Continued in part 2

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