Message-ID: <30462asstr$990879003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@mediaone.net> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail X-Original-Message-ID: <3B0EFE15.5DF459A3@yahoo.com> From: farleven <farleven@yahoo.com> X-Accept-Language: en MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 25 May 2001 20:48:44 EDT Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} To Serve Ania Part 3/4 (mc, nc, mf, inc, tf) Date: Sat, 26 May 2001 08:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/30462> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw Disclaimer: this story contains representations of graphic sex acts, if you find such material objectionable or you are not an adult do not read any further. This story may be archived or distributed through a web site only so long as the site is not commercial, and this notice is left intact and unaltered. I also ask that I be contacted before the story is posted. I write these stories for personal enjoyment and for the comments. If there's something you think I need to work on or something you like please let me know. Flames will of course be ignored. To Serve Ania (mc, nc, mf, inc, tf) Part 3 Farleven May 2001 http://www.angelfire.com/ct2/farleven/index.html Julie had fallen asleep in Mary's arms, still sobbing over her new desires and her new fate. Her dreams were filled with the glories of her Master, a testament to her conversion. As her consciousness flowed from dream to dream each one found focus around the Master, and how wonderful and comforting it was to be his slave. She was awoke some time later by the sound of an opening door. She found herself still nestled in Mary's arms, her head on her friend's new breasts. Julie and Mary awoke together, and were both at their feet in moments, looking into the eyes of their Masters. Rosc and Zev were both standing before them again, though they were now clothed in gray colored uniform jumpsuits. Julie couldn't help but steal a lustful look over both of the men, but made no move aside from the darting of her eyes. "Slave Julie, follow me please." Zev ordered and lead Julie out into the hall. Rosc followed a moment later, though heading in the opposite direction. Julie followed her Master without question, though she felt a bit self conscious as she strolled out into the hallway wearing nothing more than the silverish collar around her neck. Obedience was paramount, however, and Julie tried to ignore the free bouncing of her new larger breasts and novel sensation of cool air wafting over normally clothed flesh. "You may speak freely, Julie, I'm sure you have questions." Zev offered as they strolled down the hallway. "Thank you, Master, can you tell me why you've made me into a sex slave and did the same to Mary?" Julie asked. "Certainly, Julie, we made you our slave for control, just as we will the rest of Earth's population. As for your friend, well, we have no need for human men, but we do hate to waste good material and as you've seen, Mary turned out very nicely just as the rest of your colleagues did." Zev replied. "But why do this to us, we would have helped you willingly." Julie continued. She had to pause for a moment mentally to shake off the notion of the grumpy old ambassador turned into a nympho sex toy. Julie could hardly imagine what the slave girl would look like. "Simple, Julie, you know full well that resistance to our occupation would form eventually, no matter how futile. With armies of converts, we wouldn't have to become involved in the conflict. Besides, I very much doubt humanity would willingly provided what we need." Zev answered. "What do you want then?" "I'm sure you've already noticed, Julie, what didn't you see when you came aboard our ship?" Julie thought back for a moment, finding it strangely disorienting to think back to her life before conversion, the she remembered. "I didn't see any Anian women." "Exactly, Julie. You see generations ago Anian medical technology reached a wondrous pinnacle. We had cured all known disease, cured nearly any infirmity and could mold our flesh almost at will. Our society considered itself enlightened and our men and women worked and lived in relative harmony. Then a scientist perfected a new procedure that ended all of that. Even in our advanced state, the only reliable way to conceive was for man and woman to lie together as all animals do. We could clone ourselves, but that was never a real option for species survival. A species needs the diversity born of two separate beings sharing their genetic makeup. The discovery changed the balance of this natural law, allowing a woman's eggs to be fertilized by another woman's eggs. With the rest of our medical technology, artificial insemination had long been perfected and this discovery paved the way for the end of the delicate balance of male and female. The practice of two women sharing eggs was marginal at first, but all children conceived this way were women, and these women almost always chose to conceive the same way. Over the generations, men became more and more a minority in Anian society. Our natural lust for the pleasures of sex were rebuffed at first by the new women, and as they came to be the majority, our lifestyle was scorned. Finally, a generation ago, there was war. It was a long bitter struggle between the sexes. Not all women were against us, but all those born only of women were, and we were eventually defeated. The women of Ania banished those men who survived, sending us out in this ship to meet our fate, to die in the darkness of space and forever remove the existence of male Anians from the universe." "So you've came here to procreate." Julie replied, stunned, and now understanding fully the fate of humanity. "Yes, we've came here to save our half of the Anian race. It was an accident really. We intercepted some of your signals and discovered to our amazement that we were at least externally similar species. We sent countless ships to investigate you planet, and took samples of your species. I still find myself laughing at the alien folk culture we spawned in your more suggestible population. Still, we found your genetics divergent enough to dash our immediate hopes for salvation. We spent decades perfecting a means to transform your genetic makeup, and finally we finished a little over a year ago. You should be pleased to know that you're new genetic structure is almost completely Anian, and that your children will be as if native born to our people. That is why we gave you the compulsion to have children, so that we can begin a new generation of Anians on your world, and one day perhaps we can reclaim our home as well." Zev explained. "So why haven't you allowed me to conceive yet, Master?" Julie asked anxiously. If bearing Anian young was so important, she couldn't guess why her innate need to be impregnated hadn't been fulfilled yet. Knowing why she felt compelled to conceive made it even more important, as it meant helping her Masters. "We are still testing our conversion process, Julie. Though I have to admit we've done a wonderful job with you. Once we're finished here, I think I'll have to give your new body another taste of Anian cock." Zev said as he took a moment to step back and caress Julie's offered flesh. "Oh, Master, that's so kind of you." Julie cooed as Zev gave her breasts a tender massage. "But first, we want to know everything you can tell us about your people and those in positions of power. Our study of your society showed us that humanity is fairly docile except for a few key people who can hold the population in sway. We need to find these people and convert them so we can assume full control over your world and convert humanity with as little bloodshed as possible." Zev continued. "I'll tell you whatever I can, Master, but why couldn't you simply have taken my memories while I was being converted?" Julie replied, pleased that she could offer something to her Masters in thanks. "The organism we use for conversion is very complex but it lacks the ability to coordinate information. It could tell us your every memory but it would take a long time to translate it and we would half to sift through a lifetime of experience to find the few pearls of wisdom. Besides, I enjoy interrogations, watching a converts face as they give away secrets freely, telling their inner most secrets without reservation." Zev answered as he pressed his hand against a wall. A door appeared from the seamless wall and Zev lead Julie inside. The room was a simple Spartan affair with two chairs and a small table. "What do you mean?" Julie asked. "Well, Julie, tell me your deepest secret right now." Zev commanded. He took a seat at one of the chairs while waiting for Julie's response. "Certainly, Master. When I was I thirteen I had a nice dog who really loved peanut butter and he'd lick it off of anything. I'd heard some of the other girls talking about getting eating eaten out by their boyfriends, but I was too shy to try something like that. On night after Rex licked up a dropped glob of peanut butter, I got an idea. I took him and jar of peanut butter up to my room and got naked on my bed. I smeared peanut butter all over my pussy and let Rex lick it off. It felt wonderful and he even licked me to an orgasm. I felt ashamed of myself, but I kept doing it for almost six months until I almost got caught one afternoon." Julie rambled before covering her mouth in shock. "I've never told anyone that, Master." "Hmm, that sounds like an interesting display, Julie, perhaps you'll have to give us a demonstration soon." Zev "Oh, of course, Master." Julie beamed. After being turned into a sex slave, the idea of having her pussy licked clean by a dog didn't bother her that much. The thought that her Master would enjoy the show was even something of a turn on. "Now, we have to get down to business, we can play later. Let's begin with your government's structure." Zev motioned for Julie to sit. She did so, and began to describe the US government's structure, beginning with standard civics issues and progressing to more in depth matters. Julie possessed a nearly photographic memory, a fact that proved very useful in her career, and now in her Master's service. Julie rattled off endless lists of people throughout the inner circle of American politics, names never circulated in the press, but none the less the true controllers of the country. Zev listened attentively as she poured out her collected knowledge of politicians and positions, who was indebted to who and why. After the debriefing, Zev kept his word and Julie was lead to a private chamber. The couple spent the entire night locked in passion and fully exploring the capabilities of Julie's new body. Julie welcomed the chance to serve, to fuck her Master and enjoyed the exploration of her new anatomy. After a night of passionate fucking, Julie's only regret was that she wasn't allowed to conceive, though she consoled herself with enjoying every drop of her Master's wonderful seed. *** Since her conversion, Julie had filled the Anians in on American politics better than even the Ambassador had been able too. Her intimate knowledge and photographic memory led her to be assigned to Rosc and Zev as a detective of sorts, helping to track down any of the leaders who had gone into hiding and convert them. Over the first few weeks of the occupation, they had been very busy, snatching people off the streets and out of offices without warning, but as the months passed targets were harder to find, and more patrols of Anians with knowledgeable converts left Rosc and Zev with little to do. They amused themselves by taking any passing woman they caught an eye for, just as Tara had. All in all, Julie passed down the hall of conversion tanks many times a day ferrying her Masters' latest catch for full conversion. Passing down the hall of conversion tanks always caused Julie to look back to her beginnings, and when she had moments to spare, she looked carefully over the array of people undergoing conversion for those she might now. Julie found herself taking special satisfaction watching especially nasty people being converted. Julie had even been bold enough to ask Zev for permission to watch as a particularly evil tobacco lobbyist being converted. His business had been dirty enough, but he'd also raped several of his female staff members and blackmailed them to cover his tracks. Julie took great pleasure in watching his eye grow in shock and horror as his pussy was probed for the first time by a tentacle. In the end he joined the mindless ranks of the breeders, completely oblivious to anything other than seeking conception. As she passed the halls after dropping off Tara, Julie took another look down the hallway of new converts, all suspended in goo and tentacles. No one special to her was here today, either friend or foe. Julie had seen several of her friends hanging in the jars, being molded to serve. She always felt a twinge of pity knowing that most were destined to loose themselves in the process and she felt even greater sympathy for those who wouldn't be allowed to forget. With her task done, she didn't dawdle and quickly hopped aboard the shuttle and sailed down to the surface again. As the ship descended, Julie pulled out another set of plain tear away clothes from a supply closet and put them on. Personally, she had long since over came any feeling of discomfort being naked, but it was standing policy for converts on the surface to be clothed except when ordered otherwise. The clothes were certainly not flattering, a simple grey shirt and skirt, no underwear of any kind, and only sandals for her feet. Julie would never have been caught dead in such drab outfits in the past, but now it was of no concern that she even dressed at all. In the end, Julie preferred these simple clothes for the access it provided for her Masters, allowing her to service them easily on demand. The shuttle landed on the same corner and Julie trudged up to the cafe where Rosc and Zev were relaxing. Both Anians were again smoking cigars and sipping their drinks, watching the passing throngs who were completely unaware that another convert had been taken not an hour ago. Neither Master acknowledged her return and Julie took her position again, doing her own scanning of the crowd. As was her mission, Julie looked for any one of the powerful people she had known, to alert her Masters and convert them. The rest of the afternoon flew by without further excitement. The Anians had been satisfied to simply revel in the fear from the passing throngs and Julie found no people of importance passing by. Finally, they set off back to the shuttle, and further duties aboard the mother ship. Julie followed a few steps behind her Masters. As the trio reached the shuttle, Julie heard a loud explosion and was thrown to the ground by a sudden blast. Julie felt heat flash over her body, and descended into unconsciousness. She awoke with a groan, lying on a stretcher. Julie took a moment to assess her condition, and other than a headache and a few scrapes, she wasn't hurt. Her concern then moved to her Masters, and Julie only hoped they'd faired as well. A gray clothed convert leaned over her with an Anian medical device. "Don't worry, you've only got a few bumps and bruises, your new body will heal in a few hours." "And Masters Rosc and Zev?" Julie asked. She pulled herself up and looked around. The entire area was filled with converts in gray uniforms, all carrying Anian weapons. The shuttle was knocked on its side having been pushed aside from the explosion that had came from a car parked nearby. "They're fine as well. They've already taken charge of the cleansing of this area. Now, please excuse me while I attend to other victims." The convert answered and then strolled off to other stretchers that were scattered around. Julie watched as the armed converts rounded up people all around her, and filed them into large transport ships parked in the street. It took her a moment to realize just what was happening. The Anians had been attacked, and now they were avenging the assault. The same thing had been done to the citizens of Moscow after the Russian government attacked the Anians at the beginning of the occupation. Julie was astounded by the sheer number of converts roaming the streets. Despite their feminine forms, they were dressed very smartly in form fitting jumpers and their hair was pulled back. Every one of them had a cold, determined look to in their eyes as they went about their business. As she recovered, Julie finally realized where so many of the converts had gone. The Anians were building an army of converts, all mindlessly loyal without even a sense of self. Julie was certain what this meant, that the Anians were intent on retaking their home world far sooner than she would have thought. The converted people of Earth would be the vanguard of their invasion as well, and those who survived would become nothing more than slaves dedicated to serving Anian whims. Julie saw Zev passing by and ran over to meet him. "Master, is there anything I can do?" "Certainly, Julie, you can lead up this load of converts and get some rest. I'm going to want to fuck you good once I'm done taking care of this business." Zev ordered. "Thank you, Master, and I'll be sure to be ready for you later." Julie giggled and skipped off to the waiting transport. The ship was far larger than ordinary shuttles, and was filled with hundreds of converts all sitting down. Julie inspected many of them as she passed by, noting that they were all wearing control collars now. While their faces were all hanging slack, Julie could look into their eyes and see their fear. They'd all been taken without warning, rounded up as they were going about their daily business. This was the first time Julie had been around a mass of unprocessed converts. Her work with Rosc and Zev meant she was involved only in the conversion of politically important people and those passing few that caught her Masters' eye. Now she looked around at men and women, young and old, ordinary people snatched from the world to be converted. Julie couldn't help but feel uncomfortable being surrounded by these converts, especially the children. The conversion tanks and the plant could do miraculous things, and could mature children as well. In a few days, every child, girl and boy would be sporting a sex slave's matured body and all the desires and compulsions the plant would impart. Julie knew that converted children were a special favorite of some Anians as they took pleasure in the mental innocence of these slaves. Still, there was nothing Julie could do to change the fate of anyone in the transport and so she simply directed it to the mothership. Once there, Julie lead the group to the conversion hall, a larger facility designed to handle large masses of converts easily. Without waiting around, Julie made way to the slave quarters as soon as the last new convert filed into the hall. As she walked back towards her new home, Julie found herself going through a hall of conversion tanks. Near the end of the hall, Julie spotted a familiar face and took a moment to look at the convert. It was Tara, her body encased in tendril as she drifted in the goo, her face marked with a strange calm. Julie watched as the tendrils pulled Tara's legs apart, and followed a new tendril as it drew up between her legs. The tendril pressed between Tara's parted thighs, finding her entrance, and Julie watched as Tara's hips tried to meet the seeking head. Finally, Tara's gates opened, and the tendril began wiggling into her. Tara's eyes opened in wonder as she bucked her hips to meet the plunging tendril. For a moment, Julie and Tara's eyes met, and Tara smiled warmly back through the goo. The exchange lasted for only a second as Tara's body quivered with a new wave of pleasure and she closed her eyes. Julie saw the new convert's abdomen begin to glow, a sign of the tendril at work within her, beginning the process of molding. Julie took some solace in Tara's apparent pleasure, but she would never be sure just how real or artificial the new convert's reaction was at that point. Julie paused for only a few more moments, watching the beginning of Tara's conversion with some sense of awe. She had been on the receiving end of the plant not long ago, and a part of her still twitched with pleasure at the memory of its touch. Julie reflected on that as she continued towards her own destination, a soft bed and rest, hopefully followed by a long session with her Master. *** Julie's wishes were granted, not only did she get a long nap, but Zev kept her up all night. Just as they had massive cocks, the Anians had great stamina as well, and Zev was more than happy to give his slave a full fucking. By the time they were finished, both slave and master were exhausted and fell asleep in the others arms. Julie awoke the next day with her head still on her Master's hard chest. She stayed there motionless atop him, simply enjoying the feeling of his skin against hers. Julie found herself enjoying moments like this more and more every day, wishing she could just be made a simple pleasure slave and be done with it. It felt so good to be thoroughly fucked, she'd been given this new form for just that reason, and to give pleasure to any Master interested in using her. Julie still knew just how degraded she'd become, even as she reveled in her new duties. With every passing day, her old life was farther away, and the surrender of her flesh all the more pleasurable. With the cleansing of her old home, Julie found her usefulness as a spotter diminished. Finally, Rosc and Zev acceded to the fact that Julie could no longer serve them on the surface and she was transferred to the pleasure decks. They would come for her when she could serve them, but otherwise she would help provide for the general pleasuring of the Anian crew. "Enjoy, yourself, Julie. I'll be back to visit you from time to time." Zev told Julie as she stood at the entrance to the pleasure deck. "Thank you, Master, and please feel free to come use me often. I've never been so fulfilled as I was while serving you." Julie smiled, giving her Master a quick though passionate kiss. Zev simply smiled as the doors opened. Julie stood there for a moment, sensing his order to go forth and spread joy and passion. "Welcome, convert, I am Sue, guide to new pleasure slaves. Please follow me and I will tell you what you need to know." Sue motioned for Julie to follow her into the deck. Julie was a bit surprised to find Sue clothed, even if revealingly. She was wearing a simple nearly translucent dress than flowed with her as she moved into the pleasure deck. The area itself was astounding. Unlike the rest of the ship's relatively Spartan decoration, the deck was lavishly ornate and was a massive open area. Julie couldn't even distinguish the ends of the deck as she looked around, it's edges blurring into oblivion. She was surrounded by piloted beds, fountains and pools, all teaming with naked converts and Anians. Her thoughts turned to the stories of lavish Roman halls and sexually indulgent parties. "We are provided with every comfort, to assure that we provide the most important comfort of all to our Masters. Enjoy yourself freely here, swim in the pools, nap on a pillow or eat as you desire. Your only duty is to serve a Master whenever called upon, and being sure to offer your services whenever they seem in need. The entire deck continues on like this, with some variation of style and theme. Feel free to don garments in support of a theme, as many Masters enjoy indulging in kinkier fantasies. In short, roam the deck and bring pleasure to all Masters who desire it. I know you will do well, enjoy yourself." Sue explained and then left Julie standing next to a pool. Julie was surrounded by converts and Anians many coupled though several were clearly enjoying the peace and tranquility of the pleasure deck in a quiet corner. Julie nodded her understanding, and Sue strutted back to the door. Julie took the whole scene in for a moment and then headed towards the closest pool. She hadn't been to a pool since her conversion, and she moaned a bit as she lowered herself into the perfectly warm water. The pool wasn't very deep, barely reaching the tops of her breasts, but it was just deep enough for her to enjoy it. Julie had never been skinny- dipping before, but she enjoyed the feel of warm water caressing her naked flesh and the feeling of her breasts bobbing in response to the waters slight waves. As Julie enjoyed the feeling of being submerged, she heard another splash of water from behind her. She didn't turn around, but felt water rush by, and then a pair of hands grabbed onto her bobbing breasts. Julie cooed as she was fondled, and a male form pressed against her back. A hardened shaft pressed against her ass, and Julie spread her legs invitingly. The Anian wasted no time, and Julie moaned as he slid fully inside her. She clamped down on the welcome invader, pulsing her inner muscles in greeting. The Master held himself there for some time, simply twitching his shaft in Julie's depths while his hands caressed her crimson tipped orbs. Julie reveled in the sensations. Her body was being caressed lovingly by both the master and the water. Julie was gushing with pleasure at the combination, and maintained a loving caress of the shaft inside her as well. Then after a comfortable pause, Julie felt her Master withdraw. She drew her hips back in response seeking to maximize their contact as he withdrew. He held at her gates for a moment, then pressed forward impaling Julie's moaning form fully with a long hard thrust. All the while, his hands never left her breasts, still caressing her tender orbs as he sank into her depths. Her flesh quivered with pleasure at her handling, and was already panting with excitement. Julie moaned again with each luxurious trust, gratified by her Master's own groans of pleasure. In the momentary lulls, Julie giggled at his breast obsession, even when his shaft paused, his hands kept gently kneading her breasts. Julie didn't mind though, breasts were made to be played with, and she was happy that this master found hers so satisfying. Besides, her conversion had made her breasts far more sensitive to sexual fondling, her nipples now charged like little clits sending a bolt of pure pleasure each time they were pinched or rubbed. This master knew full well how to handle a convert's breasts to full effect too. Julie found herself more intent on pressing her breasts into his loving hands than fucking on his shaft. He didn't seem to mind, and they remained locked together like that for some time. Julie simply dissolved into the sensations. The feelings of hard strong hands caressing her breasts was wonderful, and her mind focused on every finger as it pressed into her sensitive flesh. The long slow thrusts of the cock within her was always playing at the edge of her thoughts as well, sparking even more pleasure. Finally, Julie absorbed the sensation of water encasing her body wrapping around her and tickling at her senses as well. It was as if she was wrapped in pleasure, her entire body suspended in a moment of ecstasy. With a sudden jolt, the Master picked up his pace and Julie groaned in response. His hands clamped down on Julie's breasts as he began to pound into her aching pussy. Julie thrust back passionately, enjoying every movement of his shaft within her. Her pussy was stretched to its limit by his hardened cock, and she grunted with every filling thrust. By now, her inner walls were little more than spasming around the thick invader, but her hips were bucking in time to his primal rhythm. Julie felt strange jolts of pleasure from her breasts as well while her Master held onto them strongly like two handholds. Every thrust brought another wave of passion to Julie's aroused form. She couldn't help but sound her pleasure as her body was so wonderfully explored. She did her best to clench the invader with her pussy, but her body was already quivering with near orgasmic quakes. Julie was simply awash in pleasure, and her body was left to do what came natural. Then she felt the explosion. A torrent of warm seed flowed into her depths as her Master suddenly held himself in inside her. Julie was taken by surprise, but the feeling of flowing seed was enough to send her over the edge. Julie cried with pleasure, quivering as her body rested atop his massive shaft, her breasts still squeezed by his hands. A sudden squeeze on the tender orbs brought another wave of pleasure, even larger from her, focused on her two nipples. Julie felt her chest heave with pleasure raging in the two roughly held orbs. She'd never felt anything like this before from her breasts, and couldn't help but press them forward into her Master's hands. Julie cried out again in wonderful pleasure as he squeezed them roughly again. She forgot about the shaft within her as torrents of pleasure raced from her breasts. Her Master began squeezing her breasts over and over. Julie was thrashing with pleasure, nearly catatonic from the awe-inspiring sensations. Her mind and passions were inescapably linked to her breasts, and she felt an earth shaking orgasm course through her with every squeeze. After an almost endless flow of mind shattering pleasure, Julie felt one last world-moving squeeze of her breasts and the world slipped away in a torrent of pleasure. Julie awoke some time later, resting on her back atop a soft rounded pillow. Julie groaned a bit, not from physical soreness so much as mental. She had found out long ago that her new body didn't get sore no matter how long or thoroughly it was used, a fact she had came to truly appreciate. The first few times she'd spent a night being fully used in every hole, Julie was shocked to wake up the next day with every part of her ready for another session without a bit of ache or soreness to even her most tender flesh. Julie enjoyed it though, as it left her ready and willing to serve at any time, just as a good slave should be. Her mind was a different story, and after her most intense sessions, a near hangover effect took hold, as it was now. It wasn't a long-lived ache but it was always with her whenever she passed out from pleasure. Julie knew her tolerances had increased considerably with her conversion, and figured it was a true sensory overload that caused her to pass out now. As she rested, Julie cupped her breasts with both hands and gave them a pleasurable squeeze. After her last session, she had a new appreciation for her new breasts. Certainly, she had grown to like them, not a difficult task given her desire for just such a pair even before her conversion. Julie had spent her teenage years in envy of her bustier classmates and the attention they received. The pair of breasts now resting on her chest were everything Julie had wished for and more. As she rested, she casually weighed her new breasts in her hands appreciating their size. Even from her first days after conversion she appreciated her new endowment, both orbs perfectly rounded and separated with ample cleavage and tipped with cute little nipples just like her old breasts. The powerful sensations they could unlock was a new bonus, however, and Julie was fully appreciative of it. As she fondled herself, she wondered idly why none of her previous masters had seen fit to use them. While she explored her breasts, Julie heard the sounds of Masters and slaves locked in pleasure all around her. The slapping of flesh and the moans and grunts of passions being sated tickled at her senses. Amongst the din, Julie heard a familiar voice and looked over. A fair skinned well sculpted woman was attentively riding a Master, bucking her hips to bring his shaft in an out of her widely stretched pussy. Julie watched as the Master grabbed onto the woman's two bouncing breasts. The pair was only a few feet away, and Julie had full view of their activities. "Oh, yeah, Master, grab my titties, don't you just love them?" The woman moaned, not missing a beat with his cock. She even leaned forward just a bit to help him fondle her bouncing breasts. "Mom?" Julie asked, surprisingly stunned at the sight of her converted mother riding a Master. "Julie? My aren't you a hot looking little slave. But then so am I now, and I've got a Master to attend to. I'm doing a good job, right, Master?" Julie's mom coed as she sank her hips down and wiggled them over the Master, bringing a groan of pleasure from his lips. Julie took the hint for what it was and remained quiet, allowing herself to take in her mother's new form. Fundamentally she looked to be in her mid twenties, though with the almost standard convert sculpting that left her entire body seem like a real life incarnation of a classical love goddess. Her face was smoothed and youthful as well, reminding Julie of the old family photos taken when she was still a baby. Her long, flowing brown hair completed the scene, coursing around her as she joyously bounced atop her Master. The sight of her mother's nether lips spread around the Master's shaft was enough to excite Julie as well. She couldn't help but fondle her own flesh as she watched her mother being happily fucked. Julie let her hands roam over her body as it quivered with arousal, and let herself enjoy the sounds of sexual passions being unleashed. Julie fantasized about her own encounters with a Master as she watched her mother impale herself repeatedly on the thick shaft. Her own fingers began to pinch her nipples and dip into her quivering pussy as she watched. Then with a sudden movement, the Master pulled her mother to him and rolled over. Julie's mother dutifully spread her legs wide for the coming assault. "Oh, yes, Master! Fuck me good!" The Master replied with a sudden fury of thrusts into the eager slave, bringing forth more encouragement and sounds of sexual pleasure. As she watched, Julie was panting with her own building passions, her hands still caressing her own intimate folds. Soon, Julie and her mother were moaning almost in unison, both stimulated to the point of release. Then with a triumphant groan of satisfaction, the Master buried himself into the convert and Julie's mother cried out her own release as her depths were filled with the Master's seed. Julie squeezed her breast fiercely a moment later, and again descended into the joys of pleasure, still moaning with her mother. The Master remained for only a few moments, pulling out as soon as his release was finished and then he strolled away. Julie's Mother rested for a moment, her legs still lewdly spread with a trickle of seed on her lower lips. The two converts rested for a moment, recovering from their mutual orgasms before either made a move to the other. Finally, it was Julie that pulled herself off her pillowed resting spot and walked over to her mother. "My, haven't you become a lovely looking woman. I bet all the Masters are waiting for a chance to make use of you, aren't they?" Julie's mother smiled as Julie looked down on her. Julie blushed, surprised that she could still be embarrassed after everything she'd done. "You're doing pretty good too, Mom. They made you into one hot slut. When did the Masters convert you? Did they get anyone else?" Julie's mother squirmed for a moment before answering, licking her tongue with apparent anticipation and keeping her legs spread widely. "Julie, would you mind licking up the Master's seed and I'll answer your questions. I just can't concentrate with that smell tickling my senses." "Sure, Mom," Julie replied. She quickly descended between her Mother's spread legs and plunged her long tongue into her mother's converted pussy. Julie wasn't about to hesitate over the offer of Master seed, and the smell had already tickled her own cravings as well. As she sank her tongue into her mother's depths, Julie took a moment to appreciate the musky taste of her mother's pussy. This was only one of the few pussies Julie had been able to taste so far, and she appreciated the subtle differences in taste of her mother's feminine channel. "Oh, that's a good girl." Julie's mother moaned. "Your father and I were going out for a walk on the street when one of the Masters took a fancy to me. Your father did his best to protect me, but they stunned him and collared me. The Master gave me a good fuck on the street then took us both up to the ship for conversion." Julie continued lapping up the Master's seed as she listened. Her seeking tongue hit a sensitive spot every so often and Julie smiled as her mother gasped in response. She could just imagine her father making a chivalrous attempt to protect her mother's honor. "Mmm, that nice. I always wondered if you'd gotten around to munching on your friends after you stopped playing with Goldie." Julie's mother moaned. Julie looked up with shocked eyes as her tongue was still deeply involved in seed extraction. Her mother smiled sweetly back at her. "Come on Julie, we both know only Chuck and Goldie liked peanut butter, and when I noticed we were going through it quickly any time we left you alone at home, there was only one possibility. Besides, I snuck in at home one day and heard you moaning and came up to investigate. I just about wet myself watching Goldie eat you out while you laid their naked and moaning. Don't worry about it though, I had to try Goldie out myself after seeing her in action. She sure knew how to hit all the right spots, that's for sure." Julie smiled at that, and happily resumed lapping up the Master seed and savoring both it's taste and her mother's. Just like when she had told Zev her little secret, Julie found herself without any real sense of shame about the incident, and the thought of her mother using Goldie's tongue was kind of a turn at the moment. "You should see your father now. She looks like a fifteen-year-old wet dream. She's just a little slip of a thing, with budding teen breasts and the sweetest doe eyes. She looks just like her sister did at that age, even down to the still soft girlish features and near innocent look. She calls herself Stephanie now, and she runs around naked with her hair pulled into these two cute pigtails over her ears. She certainly isn't an old prude anymore, I watched her shamelessly bend over for a good fucking and beg for more afterwards. I do miss her though, they took her over to one of the fantasy areas after our first couple days and I haven't heard from her since, though I'm sure she's having a good time." Julie's mother continued, slowed occasionally by a reflex gasp or moan from her daughter's tender attention. Julie finally lapped up the last of the delicious seed and pulled out of her mother's pussy with a long slow lick that left her gasping with pleasure. Julie followed with a skillfully long lick over her mother's clit and she descended into another quaking orgasm. While her mother quivered with pleasure, Julie pulled up beside her and rested at her side. Julie considered the fact that her father was now a nympho convert with remarkable calm, finding herself happy that Stephanie was enjoying her new form. From that point, the days seemed to fly by. Julie would spend some time with her mother, mostly comparing their latest sexual escapades or enjoying mutual pleasures. The rest of the time Julie was nothing more than a sexual servant, satisfying any desire of a passing Master. Julie found herself becoming very well versed in the arts of lovemaking, being determined to keep herself an enjoyable slave to be used. Her existence continued like that for some time. Julie rested when she felt like it, and fucked at every opportunity. Her body had already been well tempered by her conversion, but her continual use let Julie develop her talents and technique beyond the basic skills implanted in her when she began her new life. She found herself very satisfied in the few moments for reflection that she granted herself. Her life before conversion had now ceased to even be a specter in her thoughts, even her encounters with her mother no longer looked back beyond their conversion. Then one day Julie looked up from a nap to see Zev looking down at her. He was smiling, and Julie smiled reflexively back, happy to see the familiar face. "Hello, Master, how can I please you?" "Ah, Julie, I need your help in interrogating a new convert. A very important new convert we just rounded up." Zev replied, grabbing Julie's hand and helping pull the lovely convert to her feet. "Of course, Master. Who is this convert?" Julie asked. She wasn't about to question her master's wisdom, but she couldn't help wondering what good she could do after serving on the pleasure deck for so long. "You'll find out, now follow me." Zev replied and lead Julie back out into the main ship. Julie looked around, amazed at the changes since her last time off the pleasure deck. The halls were now crowded with fully pregnant and happy converts. Julie felt a familiar twinge of envy at the site of the swollen bellies around her. She may have spent the last few months serving the Masters' immediate needs, but these women were lucky enough to serve their more important needs. Amongst the breeders, Julie was surprised to see Tara amongst them. Her hand was gently caressing her bulging stomach while her face held the same satisfied, reverent expression of all pregnant breeders. Julie was again torn between feelings of satisfaction and envy, happy that Tara was content in her new life, and sad that she wasn't pregnant too. Julie followed Zev down the hall and through the throngs of happy breeders. Julie couldn't help but stop for a moment and feel the bulge of Tara's stomach. She could only imagine what it would feel like to have a Master's child growing within her. The two women shared another moment of understanding in shared looks before Julie pulled herself away and continued after her Master. Finally, Zev opened a door along the hall and led Julie into an interrogation room. Inside was a naked woman looking to be roughly Julie's age. The woman was stunning, though a few small birthmarks told that her luscious form hadn't been granted to her in a conversion tank. Julie noticed another strange thing in that the woman was bound to the chair by her wrists and ankles and that she wasn't wearing a collar. It was such a common adornment that Julie was surprised by its absence. She could hardly believe that the Masters hadn't converted or at least collared this woman. "Julie this is Louta, an Anian woman. We captured her as she was trying to escape Earth in a small long-range shuttle. I can only guess that she's here to spy on us, and I want you to stay with her while we handle her conversion so that we don't miss any vital information she may divulge." Zev explained. Louta simply looked up to the Anian with pure hatred in her eyes, not saying a word. Zev was unfazed by the leer and pulled a small jar containing three squirming green worms. "I understand your defiance, we've seen it before in all the scouts we've captured over the years. You don't like the idea of joining the fate of humanity I imagine." Zev paused for a moment for reply but none came and he continued. "Well, don't worry, my dear, we have a special role for you that only our sisters can perform." With that Zev pulled the lid off the jar and pressed the open end against Louta's shoulder. The little worms came alive suddenly and shot with amazing speed to the bare skin. Louta let out a shriek of pain as the worms dug their way inside her, leaving three small blood filled holes behind them. Her face shriveled with pain as three bumps made their way up her arm and then disappeared. "What have you done?" Louta demanded as soon as she regained control over the pain. "Don't worry, you'll discover that soon enough. Now, Julie, I want you to take Louta to a waiting room and keep watch over her. The Parna Worms will leave her weak for the time being so she won't be any trouble." Zev ordered and pressed the release for Louta's restraints. Julie wondered just what Zev had done to this woman but wasn't about to question his orders. She quickly pulled Louta from her chair and led her to a close by waiting room. Like all rooms it was simply adorned and contained two beds made to be fucked on. Julie put Louta on one of the beds and laid out on the other. This was the first Anian woman she had ever seen and she was quite curious about it. "You're probably just full of bimboish questions aren't you?" Louta asked with a slight ring of contempt in her voice. "I've just never seen an Anian woman before, and I can't help that I'm a slave to the Masters." Julie replied. "No, I don't suppose you could. Do you know what that bastard did to me?" Louta asked as she rubbed her arm where the worms had entered. It had healed up a bit already, though a strange greenish scab covered each hole. "I never saw anything like that before. My conversion was very different." Julie answered. She had to admit that she was curious too, but she didn't worry too much about it since it was Zev's action. A Master was not to be questioned. "I know, but I'd be immune to that treatment, just like all Anian women are, just like their insipid collars. Maybe those protections weren't such a good idea." Louta remarked. She laid back in bed for a while then turned over and faced Julie again. "Would you mind coming over here?" Julie didn't hesitate and dropped herself on the bed right beside Louta. Without warning, Louta jammed three fingernails into Julie's arm. Julie swooned for a moment and felt strange chemicals course through her bloodstream. Louta held her for a moment and guided Julie onto the bed softly. Julie rested for a few minutes, relaxing as everything seemed to fog around her. She was still awake but everything seemed so dreamlike to her. Finally, Julie looked up and saw Louta leaning over her. "Hear me, Julie, I have many things to tell you. First you will forget this conversation and never speak of it to any of your Masters or slaves that you have not salvaged. I have injected you with a combination of drugs and nanobots. As they course through your system they will remove the ability of the collar to control you and work to free you mind of control. You fingers will also grow injectors so you will be able to administer this treatment to other slaves when it is safe to do so." Louta explained. "The Council of Ania has discovered what is happening to Earth, and we are dispatching a fleet to free humanity and punish the exiles for their deeds. We need the help of slaves aboard the mothership to disable its weapons and shields so that neither side will suffer great casualties. That is where you come in, Julie. You are the first salvaged slave, you will rescue others as well. Your mission is to restore the minds of as many slaves as possible before our arrival and prepare to do disable this ship's defenses when the Council's fleet arrives. You will not remember why you are doing these things, only that you must. As time goes by, you will remember more as your devotion to the exiles is stripped away. By the time our forces arrive you should be free of their influence as should all those you will have freed. At that time, you will move to disrupt the defense of Earth and this mother ship." Louta finished. The instructions were vague and open to interpretation as designed. Julie would be forced to improvise as would all freed slaves, but there had not been any way to know with precision what the slaves would be able to do before the final battle. All that could be hoped was that Julie could gather enough strength to bring down the mother ship's defenses and bring on the surrender of the Anian exiles. With that Louta let Julie drift off to sleep as the injections did their work and the new commands worked their way into the converts mind. Louta took a moment to survey Julie's luscious form. She couldn't help but appreciate the taste of the Anian men. Julie was a perfect specimen, and on Ania she'd have had no trouble finding suitors. Louta only wished she had the energy to indulge herself, as she doubted that Julie would refuse any sexual advances she made. Unfortunately, Louta was too tired to seriously consider such things and she fell asleep right beside the convert. Julie awoke some time later to the sound of Louta moaning. Julie pulled herself away from the woman and looked at her, surprised at the site. Louta's skin had taken on a very pale green hue and a strangely leathery texture. She looked ill and her face contorted with obvious discomfort. Julie reacted swiftly and ran off to get Zev. Julie was shocked to find Zev standing right outside the room, as if about to come in. She didn't let that bother her. "Master, Louta looks very ill. She needs your help." Zev smiled wickedly. "Indeed she does, Julie. Please follow us, I think you'll find this rather interesting." Julie wondered what he meant, but followed anyway. Zev ordered Louta to her feet and she followed him out of the room, her entire body looking exhausted and out of energy. Julie walked just behind the two Anians, wonder just what was going on. She let her curiosity run free as Zev led them towards the conversion chamber. Finally, Zev took them into a room adjoining the conversion tanks that Julie had never been in before. Julie gasped as she surveyed the room. It was the room of the plant, the entity that created converts. In fact it was more than one plant, Julie counted several dozen, all lining the walls just behind the conversion tanks. Their tendrils reached out into the tanks and intermingled with the other plants creating an extensive web of tendrils. The final site that surprised Julie was that each plant seamed to have a human face and torso carved into its trunk, a ghoulish looking relief. Just as she finished her survey she heard Louta inhale sharply. "Oh, god, make it stop!" Louta moaned dryly. Her mind was suddenly wracked with strange voices, a torrent of thoughts not of her own making. Her body was aching horribly as well, but it also coursed with a strange feeling as well, something that Louta couldn't identify. "It's alright, Louta, why don't you go over and stand atop that empty potted soil please." Zev instructed. Louta wanted to resist, but the voices shrieked inside her mind in response, only quieting when she moved to the soil. As her feet sank into the soil, Louta felt a strange satisfaction at the warm, damp soil sifting between her toes. She wiggled her feet over the ground for a moment then felt a quake run through her legs. Louta screamed as she felt her skin being torn apart all over her legs. From her broken flesh, Louta watched as green tendrils sand into the soil. As her legs dissolved, Louta dropped until her waist was even with the soil. She was in shock, breathing rapidly as she felt her tendrils sinking into the soil. She didn't understand how, but it she could feel every tendril, and found herself awash in relief as she felt her tendril soaking up nutrients from the soil. Louta found herself controlling the tendrils, seeking out new nutrients from the soil. It took her a moment for her to recover her senses. "What have you done to me?" Louta cried as she luxuriated in the feeling of her hundreds of tendrils soaking up minerals and water. Before an answer was given, Louta felt the need to raise her arms. As she pulled them up, she felt another wave of painful ruptures as her arms dissolved into two tendril spewing stalks. She watched her left arm as the tendrils shot out, reaching for and finally touching the top tendrils of a neighboring plant. Louta gasped in shock as her mind suddenly fogged over with the greater consciousness of the plant. Louta resisted the engulfing fog, and she felt the tendrils of the adjoining plants ensnare the back of her head. Her eyes went wide as she felt the back of her skull fall open to the probing tendrils. She could only wince slightly as she felt thousands of microscopic tendrils flow into her mind. Suddenly, Louta found herself afloat inside the plants consciousness. She could feel others around her, but couldn't touch them. Everything seemed to exist in a soup. Louta tried to struggle free but the fog wrapped around her even tighter. Then she heard the chorus again. Now it was a harmony, no longer a harsh imposing shriek, but a calm almost angelic tone. Louta couldn't help but fall into the chorus, it was so beautiful, so wondrous that she just wanted to become part of it. Her circumstances drifted away from her thoughts as she let herself become one with the chorus. Julie watched in horror as Louta's limbs dissolved into tendrils and she sank into the soil. She didn't know what to think, something like this was completely beyond her experience. Julie turned to her Master, and saw on his face a look of supreme satisfaction. This calmed her a bit, but she was still very disturbed. "Fascinating isn't it. She's no longer Anian, the worms have made her into another conversion plant. After her mind is sufficiently molded she'll begin using her new form to convert as many humans as we send her. Amazing isn't it?" Zev remarked casually as they watched the limbs of the new plant mesh with the old. "But how, Master?" Julie asked. "Over the years we spent in deep space we attempted many times to form colonies. We never met with success for a variety of reasons, but on one planet we encountered this plant and its worms. We had no idea what we'd come across until several members of the colony had been infected and transformed. The plant is a symbiotic creature, using the flesh and mind of a higher order creature to serve its own ends. We were never quite sure just what those ends were, but we were able to reengineer the plants internal drives to meet our own needs. It inherently possessed the regenerative and anatomy altering powers we use on converts as well as mental infiltration capabilities. Once we programmed the plant to obey our commands, we were able to use it to conduct our conversions. Unfortunately, we found that to conduct successful conversions, the plant had to come from a sentient mind. At first we took volunteers of our own population to become plants. Since then we've captured several Anian women, and since they've made themselves immune to our standard methods of control, we decided to convert them into plants instead. We tried using humans, but human anatomy provides some kind of natural defense against the plant. Otherwise we would be able to conduct our conversion of Earth far more rapidly. Still, we more than make use of any Anian woman who's foolish enough to cross our path." Zev explained. The pair looked over the newly transformed Louta for another few moments before leaving the room. Julie was speechless at the thought of being transformed into some kind of mindless plant. Even being a sex toy was better than that fate. Louta was beyond such concerns by now. The plant had already infected her thoughts, seeding the Master's commands into the roots of her being. The chorus also sang in her mind, leaving Louta without thought of her own. With surprising speed, she was ready to begin her new life as converter of the human masses. The chorus told her to reach out her tendrils into a newly placed tank sitting behind her and she did, finding a young human girl. Louta quickly encased the girl with her tendrils, enjoying the sensations of young flesh to her sensitive new limbs. She was surprised at just how sensitive her tendrils were, allowing her to take in fully the form of her convert. Louta couldn't resist wrapping her tendrils around the girl's breasts and over her slit. Then she reached out and ran a special tendril over the back of the girl's head. Louta didn't understand how it worked, but she felt her tendril reach into the girls mind. The girl was frightened and oddly aroused something that Louta found stimulating. The chorus pushed Louta in the direction she was supposed to go. She found herself inside the girl's mind, and following the chorus she began explaining the girls fate. As she did, Louta sent a tendril between the girl's legs to her puffed lips. She pushed forward with the limb, enjoying the feeling of nether lips parting before her. She wiggled her tendril into the girl's almost maiden pussy while the girl was moaning with pleasure. Louta was stroking the girl's pleasure and sexual centers as she plunged her tendril into the girl's tender flesh. Louta could scarcely believe she was doing this but the chorus kept prodding her forward. Over the next several days, Louta learned the mechanics of conversion as she shaped the girl into another breeder for her Masters. It was a long, slow process, but Louta couldn't remember being more satisfied when the girl was ready to begin her new life. Louta was now part of the plant, her own conversion completed as well. Her thoughts devoted simply to the conversion, that was all that she could think about, and her Masters were certain never to leave her without a new subject to convert. Continued in part 4 -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+