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To Serve Ania (mc, nc, mf)
Part 2
Farleven
May 2001
http://www.angelfire.com/ct2/farleven/index.html

In fact she had been strolling down the hallway with the rest of the
entourage sent in the first day after the surrender.  Only Russia had
truly tried to resist, and the obliteration of Moscow after the Russian
missiles had been destroyed shocked the rest of the world into
capitulation.  The US had hoped to garner a more cooperative
relationship with this new power, hoping they could buy their way out
of their fate.  Julie had been sent along as an aid to the Ambassador,
along with several other high-level diplomats intent on negotiating a
better deal for America.

Julie and the other aids had followed dutifully behind the Ambassador,
as he talked with the Anians who met the delegation at the shuttle bay.
Like all the other staff, Julie had been dressed in formal wear, in her
case a sensible business suit.  As they had walked through the halls,
Julie had repeatedly noticed the Anians eyeing her feminine form,
leaving Julie to wonder just how the Anians viewed women in their
culture.

Certainly, it was an open question as there weren't any Anian women to
be seen as the group wound through the ship.  Julie had worried about
that, thinking that a macho culture would probably be harder to deal
with in these circumstances.

"Have you seen any women?" Julie had whispered to her friend Mark
Powel, another of the ambassador's aids.

"No, Jules, that probably means there wasn't much of a feminist
movement where these guys came from." Mark had chuckled.  "I hope the
ambassador noticed, though."

"Yeah, it could be really sticky if he doesn't judge them right." Julie
whispered back.  There wasn't much they could do though.  The Anians
were clearly more powerful than anything that Earth could muster, and
that alone probably spelled their fate.
The Ambassador and the Anians chatted only a few feet ahead of the
aids.  The ambassador had carried himself with the dignity of a king,
and the representative of Earth's most powerful nation.  This was
certainly a time not to show weakness.

"I am sure you can see how much better it would be for us to be
friends, we can be very accommodating to whatever your needs may be,
Commander." The ambassador commented.

"You will accommodate us either way, my good sir.  Or you'll be wiped
from the planet just like the Russians were.  I certainly don't want to
waste resources, but you don't have a position to negotiate from.
Certainly, I would rather see your 270 million people alive and well,
but we will not tolerate resistance, and we have no need to negotiate.
I am however willing to demonstrate our capabilities again if need be."
The Anian had said.

It was then that Julie had noticed the conversion tanks for the first
time, and felt the odd sense of walking through an oversized laboratory
as the group traveled down one of the tank lined halls.

"I wonder what these are for?" Mark had asked idly.

"I don't think I want to find out." Julie replied.  A part of her felt
it wouldn't be long before they did know what the tanks were for,
however.  Still, she hadn't let it worry her, as it wasn't something
she could do anything about, at least not yet.

They reached the end of the hallway in moments and were greeted by two
robed men at the entrance to another chamber.

"Have you finished preparing the devices?" The Anian commander asked.

"Just as you directed, the first tests were completely successful,
would you like us to demonstrate?" Replied one of the men.

"By all means."  The commander turned to the ambassador.  "Would you
mind leading your staff in here for a moment?"

The Ambassador simply waved his arm to his staff and everyone followed
him into the chamber.  Julie looked around the room for a moment,
barely noticing a group of uniformed Anians approaching the delegation
from behind.  Before she could scream out a warning, one of them had
grabbed her by her upper arms and held her firmly in place.  A minor
ruckus ensued a moment later, but in moments the entire entourage was
firmly held in place by the Anians.

"What is the meaning of this?" Howled the Ambassador as he struggled
against the Anian holding him.

"I am about to show you what is to happen to the human race.  You just
have the luck of being our first group of converts.  In time I'm sure
you will see this as quite an honor." The Anian smiled and waved a hand
to another set of guards.

Julie watched as one of the guards approached her with a silverish band
in his hands, clearly aiming for her neck.  She struggled harder
against the hands holding her, but it was no use.  In a moment, the
collar snapped around her neck and with that Julie felt an odd tingle
course through her spine and flow throughout her body.  She wanted to
shiver, but was disturbed to find she couldn't move.  The hands fell
away from her arms, and Julie tried to move again.  She found herself
sill in place and began to panic, focusing all effort into any kind of
movement.  It wasn't long before her mental effort slacked and she was
keenly aware that she was frozen in place, aside from a slow and steady
rate of breathing.

"Very good. I can almost see the effort in their eyes, but they're all
completely immobilized," The Anian commander remarked to one of the
robed men.

"Yes, sir, and they will respond to authorized voice command as well.
We are ready for full conversion processing."

"Wonderful, though I think I want a basic conversion to begin with.  I
believe some of the converts may contain useful information," The Anian
stated.  With that he turned to the delegation and commanded them.
"There's no sense in waiting, please remove all clothing and ornaments
so we can begin."

Julie was shocked when her hands began moving a moment later,
unbuttoning her dress.  Her hands moved with a mind of their own,
quickly pulling off all of her clothes and dropping them casually on
the ground.  Julie was shocked by this, and her panic roared forward
again, though her reaction had no effect on her treacherous hands.
While she continued to disrobe, Julie noticed that the Anians around
her were all staring at her, leering at her flesh as she bared more and
more.  There wasn't any pause in her disrobing however, as her found
herself casually slipping off her bra and tossing it to the ground
after her dress, freeing her two breasts to view.  Her panties fell a
moment later, leaving her mostly bare to the Anian gazes.  Then with
the same casual disregard, Julie removed her earrings, watch, and
necklace, and dropped them to the floor.  Finally, she pulled the pins
out of her hair and let it cascade over her shoulders.

With that, Julie assumed an attentive pose, arms at her side, with her
bosom pressed forward.  Inwardly she was shivering, not from cold, but
fear.  Julie knew she was in their sway, and could only guess what
becoming a convert truly meant, though given their cavalier behavior,
Julie didn't expect it to be a good career move for her.

The Anian commander walked up and down the length of the entourage,
casually looking over the men.  He stopped in front of Julie and
reached out to fondle one of her breasts.  "Very nice for starters, but
we prefer our women a bit more well rounded.  You'll have a fine rack
soon, my dear, don't worry we wouldn't want any of our converts to be
deficient."

Julie shuddered internally at the callous words and casual fondling.
Her dignity flared in anger at the entire experience, revolted at her
treatment.  Worse still were the hints at her impending fate, leaving
Julie even more fearful.

The command walked back out in front of the group.  "Please follow your
guard to your conversion tank and step inside."

Julie felt herself move, turning to her guard and quickly following him
to a chamber just like those in the hall.  A door appeared seamlessly
from the side of the tank, and Julie stepped inside and turned around
to face the door.  She watched as it slid back into place and melded
seamlessly into the side of the tank again.  She felt like she had just
been some kind of a puppet, though that concern was muted by fear over
what was about to happen to her.

"I look forward to seeing all of you after your initial conversion.
Please relax and enjoy. I am told the process is quite painless if you
don't resist," The commander said and then walked out of the room.

Just as he left, Julie felt something crawling over her back and slowly
wrapping itself around her with strange rubbery tendrils.  A strange
goo also began to flow into the floor of the tank, and quickly began to
fill it.  Julie could only stand motionless as the two things moved in
unison.  The tendrils wrapped around her chest, blossoming sprouts
around her breasts as other tendrils moved around her legs, arms and
even cupped the mound between her legs, again spreading sprouts around
her flesh.  The sensation was oddly comforting, even though strange,
Julie wasn't sure how to react to being so strangely encased.  As the
goo was climbing up her neck another tendril wrapped around the back of
her head and blossomed.  As she felt the sprouts flow through her hair,
she suddenly felt a thousand needles press into her head.

Just as the goo reached her chin, Julie again felt a tingle course
through her body just like when the collar was placed around her neck.
Her reflexes asserted themselves, and Julie found herself kicking and
screaming thrashing against the goo and the tendrils wrapped around
her.

/stop fighting/

Julie stopped thrashing, stunned at the alien thought that had just
popped into her mind.  It seemed the same as her inner voice, though
Julie knew that it wasn't somehow.

/breath in the goo/

Julie opened her mouth and breathed in, surprised that she fought her
drowning instincts.  The voice was compelling somehow, it had to be
obeyed.  Julie felt her lungs fill with the goo as she continued to
breathe it in, surprised that she wasn't asphyxiating.

/the goo brings air to your lungs and helps us mold you/

/What?/ Julie thought, for the first time separating these strange
thoughts fully from her own.

/You are convert, you exist to serve Master.  We mold you to serve
Master/

/How?/ Julie thought.  She was still transfixed by these simple
questions, basic yet needed.

/We mold mind, we mold body, convert become as Master wants, as Master
needs/

/And what does this master want?/

/Not a master, THE Master, your Master.  Convert serve Master, breed
for Master, do anything for Master/

/No!  Don't do this!/ Julie's mind screamed back.

/Convert relax, enjoy, we be kind, give pleasure.  Relax, we begin./

Julie's mind screamed for another moment then she felt a fog roll over
her thoughts.  Her mind's eye suddenly twisted and she saw herself.
She was smiling.  Julie smiled as well.  Julie felt herself drawn to
study her mental image.  She looked so beautiful here, her face free of
blemish and curved slightly more, her body was also different.  Her
breasts were rounder, and her waist thinner, she looked sculpted,
smoothed into a more perfect self.  As Julie looked over her mental
reflection she felt the sprouts over her breasts suddenly pulse with a
strange, pleasing energy.

/We'll look like this when they're done, Julie, won't it be wonderful?
We'll be the favorite convert, and the Masters will let us serve them
all day and all night./ The image suddenly spoke.  The image emphasized
the nightly service with an especially husky tone.

/No I don't want to be some fuck toy!/ Julie replied.  Just as she
thought that, she felt a strange sensation between her legs, then she
felt a familiar feeling of a bulbous head pressing against her feminine
gates.  She tried to close her legs but the tendrils held them open and
even pulled them apart a bit more.

/But we wont just be any fuck toy, we'll be a great fuck toy, Julie!
The Masters will be great fucks too, but first we have to fix our tiny
human pussy.  Don't worry, we'll really enjoy this!/ The image replied.
Just then the bulbous head parted Julie nether lips and pressed
forward.

Julie gasped mentally at the exquisite sensation of penetration, all
fully lubricated by the goo.  She was unable to respond to the image as
the tentacle pressed forward, wiggling its way into her until it had
impaled her completely.  The feeling was beyond description, Julie had
never felt anything so wonderfully filling in her entire sexual
history.  The tendril was thicker than any man she had ever known and
its slight wiggle tickled her pussy walls wondrously.  She fought
against the pleasure to give the image a retort.  /I don't want to be
changed!/

/Oh, Julie, we won't say that once we get a taste of a Master's cock.
Now, hold on, this is the best part!/  The image chimed.

Suddenly Julie felt the tendril buried deep inside her sprout, sending
a flood of sensation through her pussy.  She moaned internally as a
moment later the sprouts began to pulse with the same energy as those
around her breasts.  Then Julie felt the sprouts expand, spreading her
pussy walls to their limit.  Julie had never been so full in her life,
nor had she been so aroused.  Julie found herself mindlessly bucking
her hips against the invader, and sloshing around her tank.  She
couldn't help but shudder with humiliation at the scene she was
creating, but she couldn't help herself.

/See, we aren't even big enough to fit a small Master inside us!  How
can we be a good fuck toy like this?  Don't worry, the plant will help,
it's molding us right now into a perfect shape for the Master.  It's
making our breasts nice and round and it's going to start stretching
out pussy right now!/

Julie gasped again as the pulse suddenly grew into a hum of power in
her pussy.  Her mind dissolved in pleasure as she felt her pussy being
stretched.  It was an unearthly sensation, being so full and getting
fuller.  Julie could only imagine the size of the cocks the Anians must
wield to require her pussy to be so wide.  Still, the feeling was
wonderful, her pussy had never been so stimulated.  The pressure
continued unabated for an almost endless time, and Julie was lost in
simply experiencing the widening of her feminine passage.  Even the
thought that this was being done simply so she could become a fuck toy
didn't bother her as her pussy was forced wider still.  Julie began to
drop into fantasy as the amazing feeling continued.  She imagined the
Anians with baseball bats for cocks, pumping into her.  Julie fucked
against the growing tendril at that thought.  She almost couldn't wait
to be spread out with an Anian pole cock plunging into her pussy.

Finally the sensation abated, and Julie drifted back to reality even as
the tendril still pulsed comfortably inside her.  As her senses
returned she was amazed at how wide and deep her pussy felt now, and
all still completely filled with pulsing tendril.  She couldn't help
but purr at the wonderfully full massage she was receiving in her
molded pussy.

/Wasn't that great?  Now, the Master's are kind enough to give us
another gift.  I'll explain after the plant gives it to us in a
second./ The image giggled.

Suddenly another wave of pleasure coursed through Julie, this time even
more intense.  Her entire pussy, from her cervix to her outer lips
suddenly pulsed with pleasure.  Julie began unconsciously humping
against the invader again, just as a new tendril pressed against her
anus.  She cried out in passion and pain as it speared itself into her
bowels.  Julie felt another wave of sprouts come out of this tendril
and tickle her bowels for a moment before pulsing to life.

/The Master will like to take us anally from time to time, so we are
being given a new lower bowel.  It'll be lined just like our pussy is
now, with supper sensitive lining, and our sphincter is being molded to
accept Master's cock but still be tight like it should.  Our lower
bowels will also be given new muscular control so we can better caress
Master's glorious cock when we are taken anally.  Our pussy, anus and
pussy lips will all just burn with pleasure when the Master touches us.
Now, hold on, we have to stretch our anus now!/ The image chimed.

The tentacle came to life and began stretching her anus and bowels as
her pussy had been.  Julie quaked again with passion, still filled
completely in her pussy by the other tentacle, as her bowels were
restructured.  Julie felt herself drop into fantasy again, this time
focusing on her now deeply impaled and expanding anal passage.  Awash
in passion, all she could do was embrace the feelings, hardly believing
what she was being told.  It seemed ludicrous to do this to her, but
the amazing sensations from her pussy and ass were too much to deny,
and she only considered what this would mean for her future.  She was
being made into a fuck toy, physically so far, and Julie could only
lament the mental training.

/Wasn't that great?  Now we're almost all set to fuck Master.  There's
just one more hole to care about.  Don't worry, this will be lots of
fun too, I know we haven't sucked much cock but we will soon, and we've
got to be ready, right?/

A tentacle wrapped around her head a moment later and then forced its
way past her lips and down her throat.  Julie had been caught off
guard, and didn't even find herself resisting the intrusion until it
was already down her throat.  The sprouts followed a moment later,
filling the passage completely just before they pulsed to life.  Julie
felt her throat being transformed and expanded, enjoying the sensation
of sensitive lining being built into her throat passageway.  As her
throat grew, she felt her tongue change as well, and she tasted
something delicious.  Julie tried to move her tongue to take in more of
the taste and soon found her tongue wrapping around the tentacle and
drawing pleasure with each squeeze as well as a wonderful taste.  The
most wonderful meal she'd ever eaten didn't compare to the taste of
this tentacle.  Julie luxuriated in the taste and the wonderful feeling
of expansion in her throat.

/Isn't that yummy?  All cock tastes like that now, and the Master will
be more than willing to indulge our new sweet tooth.  And if we think
that was good, Master's seed is nearly addictive!  Unfortunately, we
have to wait to get some of that.  We've also been given a nice new
tongue, its long enough to lick our own pussy without bending over and
strong enough to feel like our pussy when we wrap it around Master's
cock.  Now all we have to do to our body is a little general sculpting,
it'll feel good though, don't worry.  Besides, we always wanted a body
like this!/ The image pirouetted around to show off the body that Julie
would soon have.  Julie couldn't deny it either, she'd spent many hours
in the gym trying to mold her body into just such a form, but without
plastic surgery and breast implants such a form had been beyond her.
Such measures were beyond her though, she didn't want to appear vain,
but Julie found it a lot harder to say she didn't want the molded body
she was seeing.

Julie felt the tentacles wrap themselves around almost her entire body
and being pulsing.  She could almost feel her waist shrinking and her
breasts growing.  The rest of her body just seemed to enjoy soothing
warmth.   Julie could only guess at what was being done across much of
her body, but she had long since given up on this fight.  She simply
floated and enjoyed the sensation, still fully impaled in three holes
while the rest of her was molded to the Anian ideal.

/That was nice, but now we have the harder part, Julie.  Molding our
flesh is easy, molding our mind is a bit harder, since we can still
fight back.  We don't want to fight, Julie.  Trust us, we just want to
let the plant do its work and then we can be a good little fuck toy for
the Master./ Julie's image implored.

/No!  I don't want to be some fuck toy!/ Julie's mind screamed again.
This was her last hope, she had to fight it.  Even as she cried out in
resistance her body was still writhing against the tentacles inside
her, instinctively trying to appease her now raging passions.

/We're sorry this will have to be uncomfortable.  Please just relax and
enjoy it, Julie.  We'll be much happier once we accept being one of
Master's fuck toys.  It will be a wonderful life, no worries, no bills,
just us and the Master enjoying the pleasures of life. /  The image
cajoled.

With that, another wave of sensation flooded Julie's mind.  It was
strange, like a mass of worms being unleashed within her head.  She
felt disembodied for a moment, then she found herself focused again.
She was naked, standing beside a bed looking down at an equally naked
Anian who was casually surveying her flesh.  Julie couldn't help but
satisfy her curiosity and looked between his legs to see his shriveled
cock.  Even in that state, Julie figured there wasn't a male porn star
on earth that could compete.

Julie then found herself walking up to the bed and crawling onto it
between the Anian's feet.  She didn't know what she was doing, but
couldn't seem to help herself from drawing closer to his waiting shaft.

/Ooh, that cock looks good!  Give it a good lick,/ Julie's inner voice
spoke.  The notion buried itself into her and she felt a craving to
taste his shaft.  She'd never been interested in oral sex before, but
she couldn't deny the desire her inner voice had stoked.  Julie crawled
up to his crotch, then bent down and opened her mouth.  Her tongue
snaked out from between her lips and ran over the head of his cock.
Julie tasted heaven again as she wrapped her tongue around his shaft,
enjoying the luscious exotic taste.  She couldn't believe her tongue
had been made like this, so long and controllable.  It soon snaked
around his entire monster shaft like some kind of serpent.  Julie
clenched her tongue and pulsed it over his cock and even felt a strange
joy as she felt it stiffen and rise.

/Isn't this wonderful?  Now swallow him, use our new mouth,/ Julie's
inner voice prodded.

Before she'd even thought about it, she did so, lowering her head, and
guiding the shaft in with her new tongue.  Julie revolted a moment
later, realizing what she'd done.  She tried to pull back, but found
her body refusing to obey her.  Rather her mouth began a careful
massage of the shaft, and Julie was forced to fight off a strange
sexual stimulation emanating from her throat where much of the cock
rested.  Julie tried to stop herself again, and this time a jolt of
pain coursed through her brain.

/We live to serve Master!  Serve the Master, suck his cock like the
good slave we are!/ Her inner voice boomed over the pain.

Julie continued to fight, though her mouth continued its gentle caress
of the offending cock.  Julie didn't know all of what was going on, but
she knew this was the time to fight back.  Another wave of pain passed
through her and dazed her senses.

Julie found herself pulling back from the Anian's cock, letting it
slide out of her mouth.  She would have felt more pleased if her tongue
wasn't still caressing it lovingly.  She felt her pussy warming as
well, and was crawling up the Anian as her tongue continue to hold onto
the cock with its tip.  She was too dazed to try to fight back, and
just watched as she straddled him and used her new tongue to guide him
to her readied gates.  In passing she realized that the Anians' cocks
weren't much smaller than baseball bats, though much shorter.

/We live to serve the Master, our pussy quivers just at the thought of
being used, and for our service we are granted joy and wonder,/ Julie's
inner voice sang.  It was true, Julie wanted to protest, but she
couldn't deny the growing ache between her legs, the yearning to be
filled.

It was strange using her tongue to guide a shaft into her pussy.  Julie
was still too stunned to try asserting control, but the relationship of
sensations was astounding.  Her tongue still tasted the delicious taste
of Anian cock as it guided the pole to her gates and pressed it against
her engorged nether lips.  Her pussy kissed the head of the cock then
parted, giving way to the invader as she lower her hips.  Julie moaned
in awe as her pussy was speared, parted completely and deeply by the
Anian's cock as she seated herself.  It was a wonderful feeling, and
Julie was left stunned at just how deeply and fully she was impaled and
aroused by cock inside her.  She couldn't help but begin to buck up and
down on the monster shaft, taking in the sensation of fullness that was
nearly beyond comprehension.

/That's right!  It feels wonderful to serve the Master.  We exist to
serve the Master.  We were made to have him inside us, blessing us with
his seed./ Her inner voice chanted as Julie humped on the Anian cock.
Julie didn't care what it said now, all that mattered was the pleasure
she was receiving from her self-impaled pussy.  She knew she was in
control again, that every lifting and plunging of her hips was a
conscious choice.  That wasn't important, the pleasure was important.
Pulsing her pussy around the monstrously huge cock was all that
mattered, plunging it over and over into her waiting depths.  Julie had
never felt so sexually energized before, and she couldn't consider
stopping.

/Fuck the Master, Julie.  We love his cock, we were made to serve the
Master's cock.  Show the Master our love, Julie, use our pussy as it
was intended, fuck the Master with all our heart,/ Her inner voice
directed and Julie complied.  Her conscious mind had been swept away by
the animal passion stoked from her pussy.  The shaft was still being
ridden, fucked passionately with her new wonderful pussy and Julie was
in no mood to stop it.

Julie continued like this for some time, mindlessly surrendered to her
passion, constantly prodded by her inner voice and animal lust.  She
wasn't thinking, simply fucking, lost in the pleasure of this coupling.
The voice spoke again.

/Proclaim our love Julie, and we will be granted a glorious orgasm for
our service.  Proclaim our love for the Master./

Julie found her mind oddly uncluttered for a moment, clear of the worst
fury of her passionate fucking even as she continued to fuck dutifully
on the Anian shaft.  In that moment her resistance flared again,
recognizing the choice being given and refusing with a simple word.
"No!"

Pain struck a moment later and she felt herself and reality twist
around her.  She opened her eyes and looked out into the goo, with
tentacles still wrapped around much of her body and one pumping between
her widely stretched legs.  It took her a moment to realize that she'd
just experienced some kind of virtual reality.  Julie understood now,
the plant had imbedded itself into her mind, and could control her
perceptions.  She was left wondering why it just didn't change her
behavior directly rather than the apparent brainwashing method.

/We need to do both, Julie.  The Master wants our love, and wants us to
be whole in case they need more from us than the pleasures of our
flesh.  The plant can destroy our mind, make us a drone, but then the
Master would loose who we are, and the Master doesn't want that.  We
must be unquestionably loyal, but we must still be us to be able to
please the Master.  Don't worry, we'll understand and accept everything
once we're done.  Just accept the Master, and we will be able to serve
sooner and without any pain,/ Her inner voice explained in response to
Julie's mental question.

/I'll never give in!/ Julie screamed back.  She wasn't as confident
about that as she wanted to be though.  Julie remember fucking the
Anian willingly, and wondered just how long she could truly take this
kind of treatment.

Then without warning Julie felt the sensations of worms coursed through
her brain and she drifted off to another contrived reality.  She stole
herself for the experience knowing what was about to be asked of her.


***


The sessions continued endlessly, granting Julie no rest for days on
end, continuously stoking her passions and enticing her to submit.  It
all descended into a blur and then finally Julie drifted off into
blissful sleep.

She awoke some time later, surprised to find herself lying naked on a
silk covered bed.  Before even attempting to move she simply rested,
wondering if it wasn't another session, but she didn't find her body
becoming a puppet.  Julie tried to look back at her memories of the
sessions but drew a blank after the first few.  The rest descended into
blurs, amalgams of pain and pleasure.  She almost wondered if any of it
was real and decided to check herself out.

Julie sat up and was quickly assured that what had happened was no
dream as she felt two heavier breasts bounce on her chest.  She reached
down to cup them, and nearly gasped in pleasure, the flesh of her
breasts was much more sensitive now.  She also found the feel of her
skin nicely alluring as well, and quickly realized all her body hair
was gone and her flesh was now felt like silk to her fingers.  Julie
reached between her legs next and found her mound completely bald.  She
cupped herself and discovered her nether lips seemed larger than before
and wonderfully sensitive as well.  Tentatively she dipped a finger
into her pussy and moaned at the feel, it was luxurious, if not as good
as a filling cock.  Possessed by her curiosity, Julie dipped her hand
in, and was both shocked and pleased as her delicate hand fit neatly
into her pussy with room to spare.

A cry of shock from across the room drew her attention away from her
self-examination.  A woman shot up from the other bed with a look of
shock on her face and her hands cupping her heavy breasts.  Julie
thought she recognized the woman for a moment, but couldn't place her.
She was certainly lovely, with nice delicate features and a molded body
just like Julie's.  Clearly, this woman was another Anian convert.

The woman looked into Julie's eyes as she sat there, still looking
dumbfounded.  "Jules, is that you?"

"Mark?"  Julie replied in wonder, realizing now why she found the woman
familiar before.  It wasn't quite perfect, but her face was almost a
feminized version of Mark's with a few improvements.  Her body was any
man's wet dream though, full, round and soft in all the right ways.

"Kind of.  I'm not quite feeling like myself right now though," the
woman replied, lifting up her two ample breasts to emphasize the point.

"How do you feel?" Julie asked, walking over to the other bed and
sitting down.

"Kind of weird, but good.  And I'm finding you very sexy," the woman
replied with a sudden husky flare to her voice.  She darted her tongue
across her lips as she looked over Julie's sculpted nude form.

"Mark, don't even say something like that right now.  Look at yourself.
Aren't you a bit more concerned about that?" Julie replied, somewhat
aghast at the other woman's reactions.  Julie couldn't deny that the
proposal didn't have an odd appeal to her as well.  She'd never been
attracted to other women before, but she felt rather drawn to Mark's
new form.  She could barely keep her eyes off Mark's new breasts,
surprised to find herself wishing she could give them a good licking
with her new tongue.  They looked so ripe and soft, hanging there just
waiting to be caressed and tipped with the cutest pink nipples Julie
had ever seen.  She found herself wanting to suckle on those cute
little nips.

"I know I should be, but you're one hot woman, Jules.  I can't stop
thinking about plunging this nice new tongue of mine down you're sweet
pussy.  Please, Julie?  I bet you taste great!"  The woman had pulled
herself up to Julie's back and gently caressed her arms.

Julie cooed for a moment at the pleasant sensation, but fought back
against her own urges.  It wasn't easy, Mark's hands were lighting fire
with ever caress, and the two breasts pressed into her back were
horribly distracting as well.  Julie fought down her own arousal and
turned to Mark and gave the other woman a good shake.  "Mark, get a
hold of yourself."

The other woman shook her head for a moment then smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry, Jules, I just can't stop thinking these strange sexy thoughts.
I guess it's part of the package, a killer bod and the desire to have
it used and abused.  I'm a sex slave now after all, just like the
Master wants.  Man, I wish I had a good cock to fuck right now."

Julie sat back in awe as the other woman began to openly masturbate.
Her own inner fires were stoking too but she fought them down again.
"You're not a sex slave, you're Mark Powel, and Mark Powel doesn't have
any master."

"I'm not Mark. I remember now, I'm Mary Powel, and my body and mind
belong to the Master.  I was made into the perfect sex toy for the
Master, Jules.  Hell, we both were.  I can see it in your eyes, don't
fight it.  You can't deny that you want the Master's glorious cock
plunging into you pussy right now, can you?" Mary prodded as she
continued to fondle herself.

The thought took root instantly.  It was true.  Julie shook her head in
denial, but it remained.  She clamped her pussy down in response.  It
felt so empty, so unfulfilled, and Julie knew just what she wanted to
fill it with the wonderful, thick and long cock of her Master.  "Oh,
God, you're right.  I just want to be fucked with one of those damnable
thick cocks.  My pussy is just aching, it's so empty, it's not right
for me to be like this.  Oh, god, I am just a fuck toy aren't I?  Damn
them, damn them for making me need them to fuck me."

"I know, Jules, but we can play till the Master comes, come on.  We're
two modern women, both naked in bed with bodies made for sex.  Lets do
some exploring,"  Mary prodded, again leaning on Julie's shoulder and
giving another sensual massage.

Julie felt her passions stoked again.  It was all so strange.  She
didn't even resist as Mary pulled her down to the bed and rolled up
beside her.  Julie simply moaned as Mary fondled a breast with care.
The pleasure was unmistakable, and it provoked a new response in Julie.
She couldn't just let Mary give her pleasure, it wasn't right, joy had
to be shared among slaves.  She flinched at the notion that she was a
slave, but moved to return the gestures of her friend and fellow
convert.  Julie's own curiosity drove her to taste of her friend's
ample new breasts as her first bit of exploration.

Mary moaned loudly as Julie's tongue darted out from her mouth and
wrapped around the side of her breast, gently caressing the sensitive
flesh.  "Oh, God that feels good Jules, but I just need to taste that
pussy of yours.  I always wanted to eat you out, and we may not get
another chance."

Julie simply spread her legs, welcoming Mary between them.  The other
woman slid her body over Julie, and dipped her head between Julie's
thighs.  Julie was left staring into a wonderfully musky and aroused
pussy and couldn't resist shooting out her tongue to give her friend's
nether lips a long, hungry lick.  Mary moaned with pleasure as Julie
appreciated the sweet taste of her pussy.  Just as Julie started to
part her friend's new feminine lips with her tongue, she felt Mary's
tongue tickle her own gates with a loving dance.  After an exchange of
appreciative groans the two women pressed forward in unison, their new
tongues plunging into their respective pussies.  Both women moaned in
unison as their flesh accepted the tender caress and strangely
exhilarating feeling of the other's tongue inside their new passages.

Julie tried to concentrate on pleasuring Mary between her own groans
and gasps.  She guided her tongue around her friend's passage,
astonished at the dexterity and control her new tongue had.  Julie
tried to return every passion-inducing caress that Mary gave her, and
Julie fought to exceed the pleasure given, but Mary reciprocated with
determination.  The feeling of Mary's tongue in her pussy was
exhilarating, it wiggled like a snake, constantly probing for her most
sensitive spots, and finding them again and again.  Julie returned the
favor, probing Mary's pussy with fervor that only abated when she heard
a gasp or moan pass Mary's lips.

They were both still locked in passion when the door suddenly swooshed
open.  The women stopped in unison and rolled apart, catching site of
their visitors almost simultaneously.
Julie heard her own awestruck gasp echo from Mary's lips as they both
looked upon two Anians.  Both men were naked, and their massive cocks
were quickly rising at the site of the two converts.  Julie felt as if
she was looking into the face of a God in that moment, and raced to
kneel before them.

"Oh, Master, I present myself as a new convert, to give myself wholly
in your service.  I exist to serve your glory and please you in any way
you desire," Julie chanted in unison with Mary as they presented
themselves to their new Masters.  The vow was burned into her mind, but
she recoiled at the words.  It wasn't right to be like this, Julie
knew, but couldn't help anticipating what would hopefully come next.
She jutted out her new rounder breasts for inspection and looked up at
her Masters with a desperate pleading expression.

"Rise, slaves.  I am Rosc, and this is Zev.  We are here to finish your
initiation as converts.  Tell me who you were as we inspect your
flesh." Rosc boomed.  He then stepped up to Julie as she stood and
began to inspect her, casually studying her curves and running his
hands over her flesh while Zev did the same of Mary.

"I was Mark Powel, aid to the US Ambassador,"  Mary said proudly as she
pressed her breasts into Zev's inspecting hands.

"Ah, a man.  And do you not resent your new fate, the fact that you
will be a female sex slave for the rest of your life?" Zev probed as he
continued his casual exploration of the new convert.

"No, Master, I exist to serve you, to please you in all things.  I love
my new body, Master and I thanks you for it.  How else could I please
you if I did not have these wonderful breasts and a deep pussy to
accept your glorious cock?  No, Master, I am grateful to be a woman,
and I can't wait for you to enjoy the pleasures I can offer," Mary
answered confidently.  There was no doubt she believed just that.

"And if we allow you to bear our young?" Zev continued.

"I would be forever honored to birth the Master's children.  To be
mother to a new generation of gods would be a glorious honor, Master."
Mary replied.

As Zev probed Mary's thoughts and body, Rosc was content to simply
fondle Julie's voluptuous new form.  Julie purred and moaned at his
touch, careful to grant him the best access to any of her charms he
approached.  A part of her tried to fight against her need to present
her body like this, but her new found devotion to this man supplanted
any attempts to resist.

"And you slave, what is you're name?" Rosc asked casually, completely
unconcerned over her answer as he paid most attention to her welcoming
flesh.

"Julie Teren, Master," She answered,  cooing as Rosc took special care
to massage both breasts simultaneously.  She felt so open and exposed,
yet strangely free, her inner control had been destroyed in the tank.
She knew she should find herself outraged at this kind of treatment,
but all her old values were gone, replaced by a singular need to serve
the Master.  That too was strange, but the result was amazing.  Without
the ingrained morality and control she had once used to contain her
sexual passions, Julie found herself undeniably enjoying the sensations
of her Master's hands over her flesh.  Most importantly, nothing
remained within her to tell her that she shouldn't enjoy it.  The fact
that she was a slave was still an affront to her, but she was compelled
to submit like this and enjoy the exploration of her body.

"Alright, slave, I'm ready to fuck you now." Rosc scooped Julie us in
his arms and tossed her onto the nearest bed.  Julie squealed with
delight as she bounced atop the silk sheets.  She quickly lay back,
spreading her legs fully and felt her pussy begin to quiver with
anticipation.

"Take your pleasure, Master," Julie pleaded as she looked up at her
master as he descended upon her.  She knew this would be her first time
taking a true Anian cock inside her and she was nearly overwhelmed with
anticipation.  Julie looked down at her Master's shaft hanging between
her legs and found herself nearly overcome by the object of perfection
preparing to use her.

Rosc moved up between Julie's spread legs and held his monstrous cock
just outside her gates as he leaned over the panting slave.  Julie's
passion was already flaring in anticipation of the pending fuck.
"You're nothing more than a sex toy for my pleasure, Julie, and that's
all you'll ever be from this day forward.  Your body and soul are ours,
slave."

Julie was panting with pent up energy, being so close to her Master was
exhilarating.  She felt the head of his cock press against her engorged
gates and cried out.  'Oh, God, Master, ride me, fuck me, fill my cunt
with your glorious cock.  Oh, please, Master, use me!"

Rosc continued to tease Julie with the tip of his cock as she began to
buck against it, trying to coax him inside her anxiously waiting pussy.
"Tell me what you are, Julie, and what you will always be."

Without thinking she replied.  "I'm your slave, Master.  I live to have
your cock inside me, completing me.  I ache with need every moment you
aren't using my flesh, Master.  Please, Master, use me, and let me
worship you as all slaves should."

Julie felt his response a moment later as his shaft spread her nether
lips and plunged into her aching depths.  Her heart leapt with joy as
she was filled.  Julie clamped down to add friction to his entry and
found that she had excellent muscular control over her new vaginal
walls and an intimate knowledge of how to use them to please her
master.  She lifted her hips to meet his, and moaned deeply as he slid
deeply into her depths.  Her new pussy was nearly twice as deep as the
one she had been born with, and now she was lost in the sensation of
her Master's cock probing deep into her abdomen.  His cock felt
glorious inside her, spreading her fully and pulsing deeply along its
veined surface.  She pulsed her pussy in thanks for the feeling of
completeness she drew from being impaled so fully.  This was how she
was meant to be, her flesh filled with her Master's cock, being used
for pleasure at his whim.

"God yes, Master, fuck me, Master, fuck me!" Julie screamed as Rosc
pulled back, drawing his shaft from her depths.  She clamped down her
pussy again, fighting to hold him in a moment longer.  She swooned as
she heard him grunt in pleasure from her efforts.  Julie writhed for a
moment as her Master teased her entrance again, careful to keep her
Master's shaft inside even if just a little.  Then he pressed forward,
and Julie was ready, again squeezing to temper his entry.  Her entire
focus was on her channel, the parting folds of enflamed flesh giving
way to the mammoth cock of her Master, using her body as it should be.

"You're a good little fuck toy, slave.  I hope the rest of the converts
are as pleasing to ride as you are," Rosc complimented his slave as he
reached to cup her breasts.  "I have to admit I like these new breasts
of yours.  Much more ample than your old pair, wouldn't you agree?"

"Oh, yes Master, they're much nicer for fondling and sucking than my
little old titties.  Thank you for them, Master," Julie moaned, her
focus divided between his question and the cock she was massaging in
her depths.  His hands felt wonderful on her breasts as he caressed
them, molding the tender flesh with abandon.  His compliments washed
over her as well, bringing her joy and helping her affirm her new role
in life.

Rosc began to fuck Julie in earnest now, still casually fondling her
breasts as his hips bucked away between her legs as she cried out,
proclaiming her status as slave for anyone to hear.  Julie was in
heaven, pressing her hips to meet her Masters filling trusts, and her
pussy massaging his shaft as it impaled her again and again.  Julie was
dissolving into reflex, pleasure drowning out every conscious thought
with every amazing thrust.  Her only concern was pleasuring her Master,
and in turn enjoying the sensations of being used.  Her pussy was made
to be fucked like this, and Julie was enjoying every filling moment.

Her breathing was nothing more than pants, separated by grunts and
moans of passion as she was filled again and again.  Her Master leaned
down to kiss her and Julie met his lips with passionate fury, and soon
their tongues danced between their lips with a fervor all their own.
Julie was now floating on a sea of passion, her pussy wonderfully
filled and her lips pressed to her Master's as her breasts bounced
freely on her chest while she floated along the top of the sensuous
silk covered bed.  It was all so breathtaking.  Julie had never felt
anything like this, had no idea such pleasure could even be possible.
All she could do was proclaim her joy as her body was used.

The Master and slave were locked in passion now, their bodies slapping
together and their voices expressing their mutual passion with every
joining thrust.  Her legs wrapped around his thighs, drawing her hips
to meet thrust after thrust from her Master's monstrous cock.  The
slave's pussy stretched to its limit with every thrust, sparking
greater furies of passion within her.  Her breasts jiggled with every
thrust as their tips rubbed across his chest, tickling her senses even
more.  Her hair was splayed all around her head from earlier thrashing,
now still as the slave and Master's lips met in a final act of complete
passion.

Julie was awash in wondrous sensation from the fucking, and could feel
her own passions growing with every thrust.  Her new flesh was still a
mystery in many ways and Julie now began to anticipate her release.
Her Master fueled this as well, his tempo increasing slowly but
steadily, helping drive Julie further to astounding heights of
pleasure.  Her needs to serve weren't forgotten for a moment though,
and Julie let not one movement of her flesh distract from her Master's
pleasure, and she sought to enhance it at every opportunity.

"Harder, Master, harder.  Fuck your slave, use your fuck toy!" Julie
cried between passionate kisses, each time looking into her Master's
eyes with raw arousal.  She wrapped her arms around him as well,
letting her hands explore her Master's muscular form.

Her Master's pace grew to a crescendo of rapid thrusts and Julie
instinctively knew her Master was about to reach his own release.  Her
focus riveted to her pussy, to massage every single remaining thrust.
Every grunt and groan from his lips stoked her passions and spurred
even greater need to pleasure him.  Her pussy was on fire, spread to
the hilt with every entry, gripping and caressing her Master's shaft at
every opportunity, bringing even more passion to both her and her
Master.

"Oh, yes, Master, god yes!" Julie finally cried out as her Master
impaled himself deeply within her and she felt the first pulse travel
up his shaft.  It was a sensation unique to Julie, never before had she
felt the pulse of a man within her, but now she was transfixed in the
sensation of her Master's seed flowing up his shaft.  Then as the
pinnacle of her experience, Julie felt it flow against the end of her
channel in one wondrous blast after another.  As the seed of her Master
poured into her depths, Julie felt her own release rush through her.
She cried out in pleasure, her entire body quaking around her Master as
her damns broke.  Passion consumed her completely, affirming her new
life.  She was a slave, a sex toy built for pleasure, and she loved it.
Julie sang praises to the monstrous cock still impaling her and the
seed flowing within her, proof of her new existence.  It was
unbelievable, and even as she was still quivering in orgasm, Julie
couldn't wait to serve again.  She had other holes built for fucking
that needed to be explored by her Master's cock.

"Very nice, slave.  I will have to enjoy you again some day,"  Rosc
said as he casually fondled a breast, his cock slowly receding inside
Julie.

"Please do, Master.  I love being used like this, fucked with a nice
big cock.  Come back and enjoy me any time, Master," Julie replied,
purring from his tender caress.

"As you should, slave," Rosc said as he pulled away from the panting
slave he'd just enjoyed.  She was just resting now, legs still spread
wantonly, and hair tossed about.  Her face was wrapped in a blissful
smile though, still enjoying the afterglow of their fucking.

Zev extricated himself from Mary a moment later, with equally cavalier
words to the convert.  Mary was laid out much like Julie was and also
blissfully absorbed in the remnants of shared passion.  The two Anians
left without another word leaving the two converts alone to recover
from their exertions.

Julie lay back and simply reveled in the afterglow of her first fuck as
a slave.  She couldn't believe how good it felt to be used like that,
to be a fuck toy.  The memory of her Master's huge shaft still
reverberated in her naked flesh.  His seed was still pooled within her
depths as well, a final reminder of her fate.  Julie knew instinctively
that she was not ovulating somehow, and her thoughts turned to the seed
within her.  Julie pulled herself up and bent over, bringing her mouth
as close to her pussy as she could.  Then she darted out her long
tongue, sending it between her slickened outer lips.  It felt strange
doing that, sending her tongue inside her intimate flesh and she gasped
a bit as it parted her sensitive lips.  She flicked the tip of her
tongue just inside her gates, giggling at the ticklish sensation.  Then
the taste hit her, a sweet musky taste not unlike Mary's pussy had
tasted, and another taste, something wondrous possessing an almost
magical flavor.  There was little doubt in Julie's mind that she had
tasted the first of her Master's seed, and she quickly pressed forward
to find more.  Julie sent her tongue deep into her pussy until she
reached the deposit of seed at the end of her channel.  She swooned as
her tongue dived into the delicious goo, savoring the exotic, amazing
taste.  Julie quickly formed her tongue into a pouch and scooped up
every drop of the magnificent liquid.  Finally, she pulled her tongue
back, and brought her Master's seed into her mouth.  Julie lay back
again, glowing with self-satisfaction as she savored the taste of her
Master's sacred juices.

It was some time again before Julie felt like moving.  She simply
rested, reflecting on her new existence as she slowly drank the seed of
her Master.  Finally, the juices were gone and the wondrous taste
washed away.  Julie began to feel her thoughts clear again, breaking
away from thoughts of sex and submission.  Julie reflected more fully
on her new existence.  She realized she was a slave now, there was no
way she could conceive of to resist the pleasure her Master had given
her.  Julie let a hand cup her new breast, feeling its soft fullness,
like a down filled pillow.  An ornament, just like the rest of her new
body, molded to serve and please her Master.  She began to sob at the
thought, sniffling quietly on the same bed she had been so wondrously
fucked on not long ago.

Suddenly she felt arms wrap around her, and was drawn to a soft chest.
Julie looked up into Mary's eyes, sharing a moment of understanding.
The two women simply cuddled like that for some time.

"It'll be okay, Jules," Mary comforted softly as she stroked Julie's
hair.

"You don't understand, Mary," Julie sniffled.  "I can't stop wanting
the Master to come back and use me again."

"I know, Jules, I know," Mary soothed, holding her fellow convert in
her arms.

Continued in part 3

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