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To Serve Ania (mc, nc, mf)
Part 4
Farleven
May 2001
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After her disturbing meeting with Louta, Julie spent an exhilarating
night serving Zev before returning to the pleasure deck.  Again Julie
found herself passing the days away using her charms and skills to
please any Anian who took interest in her.  As the days passed, Julie
also found odd gaps in her memory.  It seemed whenever she was alone
with a single fellow slave she would black out for a time.  This
disturbed her slightly for a while, but Julie didn't let it bother her.
She didn't understand it, but she felt that there was something
important happening in those periods she couldn't remember and that
nothing should be done about it.

Every new day brought another flood of strange feelings as well.  Since
her first days as a convert, Julie had been unable to give much
objective thought to her Masters or her conversion, but that was
changing.  In the times between pleasuring others Julie found herself
reflecting on her predicament in less reverent ways.  She was beginning
to see just what she'd become, and consider it from her preconversion
perspective.  The watershed came one day after a Master had bedded her
in a fairly traditional fashion.  As she sat there with her snake like
tongue lapping up her Master's seed, Julie felt her old reality snap
into place.  She couldn't keep her tongue from gathering the addictive
goo inside her pussy but she reflected on the picture she presented.
Julie was bent over her crotch, her tongue stretched deeply inside her
depths while she squeezed both her breasts for even more stimulation.
She was still quivering with post orgasmic bliss, kept alive by the
tastes and feeling she was still inflicting on herself.

Julie moaned one more time that day as she took the last of her
Master's seed into her mouth and savored its succulent taste.  Julie
fell back onto a resting pillow and let another orgasm pass through
her.  As the pleasure receded she reflected on her fate, on her new
life in a way unlike any other time since her conversion.  The reality
of just how complete the conversion had been, just how far-gone she had
been, astounded Julie.  As this sank in a new set of memories flooded
her, retelling Louta's mission, and Julie's actions in bringing about
the convert revolt to come.  In the weeks since Louta's brief meeting,
Julie had recovered dozens of slaves, and each one was sent off to
recover even more.  Though there was no telling how long it would be
before the Anian women arrived to free Earth, there would be at least
hundreds of freed slaves working from the inside for them.

As the memories of her mission returned, Julie found one more fact
remained.  To insure that her salvation and that of the other slaves
was not revealed, the directives of the conversion would hold control
of her actions until the crucial time came.  Even as her mind was free
once again, she would slip back into the role of convert without
thought or warning whenever required, nor would she be allowed to act
freely even when no Master was around.  The risk of discovery and the
reestablishment of the conversion was too great if any of the salvaged
slaves fell out of character for even a moment.  Julie lamented the
fact for the rest of that evening as she passively rested on the pillow
while her hands mindlessly fondled herself just like all the other
unoccupied converts.  Her flesh being kept in tune in case a passing
Master wished to indulge himself.

The weeks passed less quickly now that Julie was able to think freely
again.  She found that she couldn't drift into the mindless existence
of a convert in her free moments anymore, even if she outwardly
maintained the actions of a merry convert.  The pleasuring of the
Masters was a different experience as well.  Since her salvation, the
feeling of slipping back into convert thinking was disturbing for
Julie.  It was like she lost herself for the duration of her coupling,
her patterns of thought reverting to that of a convert and the
insatiable need to serve and please her Master.  Worse still were the
times when the slip back was not so complete, when Julie found herself
acting out of truly internal lust and desire.  Even though her mind had
been set free her body was still that of a convert, designed as the
ultimate sexual being.  By necessity a convert was a nymphomaniac, and
Julie was dismayed to find out just how deep a convert's sex drive had
been ingrained into her.  Just as bad was the fact that she couldn't
deny the pleasure she got from her encounters with a Master.  Her body
had been crafted for this purpose, and it was impossible for Julie to
resist the awesome pleasure that was unleashed by a Master's touch.

In her free moments, Julie wondered just was to become of her and the
other converts.  Once Earth had been set free, all of the converts
would still be in the bodies of sex crazed slaves.  Some days she
wondered if she'd be able to accept freedom again knowing that she
wouldn't receive her multiple daily couplings.  Julie found the thought
disturbing, and she only hoped that the Anian women had an answer to
that problem.

The days on the pleasure deck melded together, and it was likely
several months before Julie found herself being led off the deck again.
Zev had came again for her, and she could only wonder what the reason
was.  Still she shuffled behind him dutifully, unable to keep herself
from anticipating their next wild romp in bed.  Zev had a tendency to
stop by several times a week and take his pleasure with Julie.  Even in
her free state of mind, Julie couldn't help but appreciate his company.
All of the other Masters used her as nothing more than a one time
fling, sampling her charms and moving on the next day to another
convert.  Zev was different, Julie never saw him with another convert
in all his times on the pleasure deck, and he took special care with
her too.  Their sessions lasted hours at a time, and Zev often fell
asleep with Julie in his arms by the end, something no other Master did
with her.  So by now, Julie had grown more than attached to this one
Master, and even in her state of free thought she couldn't help but
appreciate what he could offer her.

"I'm going down to the planet to check on our new convert colonies.
We've been quite busy on the surface since you were last there, Julie.
We've converted almost a third of humanity with more following every
day.  In the last few months we've been running out of room on the
mothership, so we began moving converts with a few Anian supervisors
back to the surface in areas we've cleared of unconverted humans.  You
should see the cities now, Julie, you'll hardly recognize them.
Converts are anything if not orderly and cleanly, even you're dirtiest
cities are sparkling showcases now."  Zev explained as they got into a
shuttle.

"But why bring me along, Master?" Julie asked with her deferential
convert tone.

"Well, this inspection could take several weeks, and I wouldn't want to
be apart from your comforts for so long, my dear.  You have grown on me
after all." Zev smiled and gently caressed Julie's side.

Julie blushed a bit at that.  "Thank you for being so kind, Master."

"Nonsense, I'm just being honest.  That is one thing I can appreciate
with converts, an unerring honesty.  Still, I think it'll be strange to
see so many clothed women again after being aboard ship for so long."
Zev remarked.  There was little understatement in that, the mothership
had been teeming with naked converts merrily going about their
business.  The volume of available flesh wasn't taken for granted
either, as many happy converts would attest to after unexpected
diversions with a passing Master.

"Why would they be clothed?" Julie asked.  Certainly, it wasn't beyond
the Anian's power to keep all their converts everywhere unclothed.  She
also knew just how much appreciation the Anians gave to their naked
converts aboard the mothership.  After a few decades without any women,
clothing a convert had to be something akin to sacrilege.

"Simply protection, Julie.  All our converts are a value to us, and we
certainly wouldn't want to see them injured foolishly just to sate our
passing fancy.  Not all of the resettled cities are in temperate
climates anyway, and even given your more resilient form, no convert
could handle a winter day in your northern latitudes any more than you
could before." Zev answered.  It would still be strange though, even
for him.  Zev had grown used to the readily accessible flesh aboard the
mothership, even if he choose to mostly indulge himself with Julie.

"What is being done with this resettlement?" Julie asked.  It was
curious.  There were many issues involved with returning to Earth, not
the least of which was opening up the Anians to resistance attacks.
Even with the threats of mass conversion, rebel forces continued to
assault the Anians on the surface.  Julie heard only the most cursory
of statements from her partners on the pleasure deck, but it was enough
to assure her that humanity hadn't thrown in the towel yet.

"As we've cleared several large cities and regions of humans, we've
been able to resettle our overflow convert population back to the
surface.  It's far easier all around too, they aren't taking up space
and on the surface they can be more self sufficient, providing their
own food and energy needs.  We did have some problems that required
adjusting their sex drives since we've surpassed the number of converts
we can easily service.  The resettled converts are more than happy with
lesbian relationships, though all of them would still willingly service
an Anian if asked.  They've just been adjusted to accept not being able
to serve an Anian regularly." Zev explained.  It was an unforeseen
problem too.  In the first resettlement attempts, the converts
assaulted their attending Anian administrators demanding more sex than
even a willing Anian could deliver.  After that all new converts sent
for resettlement were adjusted so they could handle not being used by a
Master regularly.

Julie considered that for a moment.  Even in her more free thinking
state, she didn't know just how long she'd be able to handle going
without a good Anian cock inside her.  The sensations were more than
addictive, as they were supposed to be.  Julie could understand that
even deference to the Anians could be overwhelmed by this desire, given
sufficient time.  "And the resistance?"

"They are still bothersome, but we accepted that from the time we came
to your planet.  Humanity was far to well armed to truly pacify.
Still, the attacks are becoming less significant with time.  As our
mass of converts grows, the need to expose Anians to any kind of danger
has dropped to almost nothing.  The resistance forces still attack, but
very little is done to anything except the most remote parts of the
resettlement areas and usually only injures converts.  As an aside, we
did find it interesting that humanities more prurient underground has
taken to capturing converts and using them in brothels and sex clubs.
Not that we really mind, once a convert always a convert, and that only
helps lead us to the groups of people capable of pulling off stunts
like this so we can convert them." Zev explained.  There was a good
deal of humor in that.  Still a few groups had tried to deprogram
captured converts, none had succeeded so far, but Zev worried that one
would find a way.  He knew it wasn't likely but it could spell trouble
if a quick means of reverse conversion was discovered given the scores
of converts running about freely on the mothership.  Even so, the
convert's collar provided an easy way to track the kidnappers and
convert them.  Only three converts had been freed of their collars and
disappear completely, and Zev could only hope that they were in some
brothel serving the dregs of humanity.

The shuttle finally reached its destination, and Julie received her
first taste of the new Earth being built by the Anians.  The shuttle
pad was a converted parking lot in the downtown of the city.  Julie no
more than stepped off the craft and saw the new way of city life in the
resettlement areas.  The streets were empty of cars or any other form
of transportation, instead they were filled with gray clothed converts
all attentively going about the business.  The streets themselves were
clean, a fact reflected on all the buildings surrounding them.  Beyond
that, even the most innocuous of advertisements had been removed, only
signs of import to the new convert lifestyle remained.

The lifestyle of the convert populations was simple too.  Beyond
producing for their material needs, the converts spent nearly all their
time in recreational areas, enjoying the pleasures of flesh offered by
their fellow converts.  Little beyond that was required.  Some converts
served in limited service roles, fire fighters, doctors and such, the
tasks that any group of people required.  With those humanitarian needs
aside, the converts had little need for more extended services.  The
lifestyle in the convert communities was very communal, all taking what
they needed and worked as much as required for the needs of the group.
Tasks not relating directly to the communities survival didn't exist
either.  There were no saleswomen or advertisers or governmental
agents, even artistic creation found no place in convert life yet.  The
converts lived to serve the Anians, and maintained themselves for that
service.  As part of this, converts were rotated back to the ship to be
bred and then returned until they were ready to birth the Anian
children.  Their existence focused on this one task, preparing and
maintaining themselves for the singular purpose of bearing Anian young.

Julie found the cities both remarkable and depressing at the same time.
With only the lightest administrative control, a peaceful society of
converts existed, but at no small price.  Julie questioned whether
these colonies were made up of anything more than mindless drones.
That this would be the fate of humanity sickened her, even if her
outward expression never showed it.  All she could do was follow Zev
from site to site, acknowledging the mindless efficiency of the
converts.

"You realize, once we've finished the conversion of Earth that we will
begin preparing to retake our homeworld.  I find myself looking forward
to that day more and more as inevitable when I look over these
converts.  Such a labor force as this has never before been seen, and
they'll give themselves wholly to the tasks we set down for them.  One
day, Julie, one day we could be standing over the seas of my home just
like this." Zev commented as they inspected yet another textile
factory.  The factory floor was filled with gray clothed converts
dutifully going about their business.  Occasionally one would look up
at the inspection group, and more than once Julie saw an appreciative
glance fall over her own naked flesh.  Unlike the converts of the
cities, Julie was kept free of clothes a fact that few converts didn't
acknowledge with lustful looks.

Julie simply nodded her understanding to Zev.  As she looked down on
the convert mass, she saw little more than drones.  This went beyond
slavery, even the worst forms exercised through human history held
barely a candle to this remorseless act of bondage.  The converts had
lost everything, mind, body, and perhaps even soul to these monsters.
Even her growing feelings for Zev couldn't keep Julie from seeing the
darkness, the merciless control he was willing to wield over all of
humanity.

As if in response to her wordless concerns Zev replied.  "Some things
must be as they are, Julie.  One day, we will reclaim our home, and
then there won't be a need for this any longer.  I can not say what
will happen then, just what we will do with the Earth after this.  I
will make a case to return something to those who have provided our
salvation, but I don't know just what we will do."

Julie let his words sink in.  She couldn't be sure if he meant them or
not.  In truth, there was little cause for him to lie to her, for all
intents and purposes she was still a subservient willing convert.
Whether she would hate or love him under normal conditions wouldn't
have the slightest bearing on her following his commands, wishes and
desires.  That fact alone bought him some creditability after a
fashion, but Julie couldn't very well forget that he'd lead her into
this new existence either.

After their daily tours of the new cities, Julie and Zev retired every
night to partake in the evening orgies held in the administrative
areas.  There were at least ten converts to a Master, all naked and
charged up for male attention.  Just walking into the room, the smell
of aroused women was almost overpowering, and Julie's body heated up
reflexively.  The sex was wild and free, and Julie found herself in the
middle of various lesbian couplings.  Given that she was still a ship
bound convert, the Anians held little willingness to use her, even Zev.
On the surface, Anian attention was an award, not a common thing, and
as such, the converts present at the orgies were there as a reward, and
the Anians felt themselves obligated to fulfill their promises in this
regard.

Julie didn't let it bother her much, as the converts left her little
chance to consider her standings.  Besides which, Julie had long since
submerged any sexual inhibition through her months on the pleasure
deck.  She had no qualms what so ever diving into a sea of writhing
converts and enjoy the soft pleasures of the feminine form.  The
present converts held nothing back either, leaving Julie to some of her
longest sessions of pure sexual pleasure that she could remember.

It was on the final inspection of the tour that the worst happened.  As
they landed on the outskirts of the convert colony a sudden swarm of
armed humans surrounded their shuttle and capture Julie and Zev both.
There had been little struggle as neither Anian or convert had been
ready for an attack.  By the time the convert security force had
arrived, the pair had already been hauled away.

Julie and Zev had been placed in different trucks and after her initial
resistance, Julie let herself sit calmly in the back of the old style
military transport.  Wordlessly, two of the men held her while another
pulled out a strange looking apparatus that was attached to her collar.
With a flow of sparks and a tingle down her spine, Julie watched as the
symbol of her Anian bondage fell to the floor.  The man picked up the
now broken silver band and threw it out the back of the truck.

"Good god, man, look at this girl, have you ever seen anything so
lovely?" commented one of the men holding Julie down.

"If nothing else you can't fault them for their taste in women, but
just remember that this could be you one of these days, Jake." replied
the man who had removed her collar.  As if for effect he reached out
and grabbed hold of one of Julie's freely bouncing breasts and elicited
a soft moan from her lips.

"All the more reason to indulge myself now, especially with a beauty
like this, Wilby." Jake reached over and fondled Julie's other free
orb.  "Man, what a pair."

Julie simply sat there and enjoyed the fondling, not sure just what was
to become of her now.  Her convert mask was still in place, but these
weren't Anian men, and her deference to them was simply a factor of her
own newfound submissiveness.  Besides, she couldn't deny that their
probing hands felt good over her sensitive skin.

"What are you going to do with me?" Julie asked as she pressed her
chest into the exploring hands of her captors.  She knew she wasn't
exactly putting her best foot forward acting like this, but the demands
of her flesh were overriding.

"We don't rightly know, we didn't expect to pick up any converts on
this run, we were just gunning for the Anian." Replied the man who had
removed her collar.  He pulled his hand away from her breast as he
thought.

"Well, I'm up for a little sampling of your feminine charms." Jake
answered, taking the opportunity to send his hand between Julie's legs.
Julie parted her legs obediently and let him run a finger between her
already wet outer lips.  "And I think you're plenty interested too."
"Jake, these converts are always ready, that's why the Anians keep them
around.  If you're going to indulge yourself get done with if, if the
lady doesn't object." Wilby commented as he watched Jake advance his
exploration of the convert.  He didn't much approve of the diversion,
but it would be another couple hours before the convoy reached their
safe area, and Jake wasn't much use to anyone in his present state.

"Well, Ma'am, you don't mind if we do a little romp here on the floor,
do you?" Jake asked while he played with Julie's pussy and breast.

Julie was torn.  Physically, her flesh was crawling with arousal,
sparked anew every time Jake stroked her, but she also wanted to know
if she could resist.  Besides, if this were the resistance, she might
be able to give them more than just a little sex play.  That being if
she could resist.  She looked into Jake's eager, lust filled eyes for a
moment, his hands still caressing her sensitive, and now inflamed,
flesh.  Finally, she gathered enough strength to reply.  "Yes, I do.  I
need to know who you are."

"That's easy, I'm Jake, and I'm about to rock your world." Jake
replied, his fingers playing with Julie's aroused clit as he spoke.
Each swirl of his fingers bringing a new gasp from Julie's lips.

"No, who do you work for, why did you capture us?" Julie asked, trying
to be more direct.  If they were nothing more than brothel recruiters,
she may as well get down to business and relieve her aching flesh.
Still, they had been intent on capturing Zev, not her, and that meant
they were likely with the resistance, and not just intent on selling
her into sexual slavery on Earth.  Not that it would be much difference
to her life aboard the mothership, aside from the diminutive size of
human anatomy compared to the enhanced Anian endowment.

"What's this all about?" Jake asked, still not taking his hands of his
captive convert.

"Shut up, Jake.  This here convert's different from the others." Wilby
replied.

"What others?" Julie asked.

"We've been able to capture three other converts over the last few
months.  They all were begging for sex by now, that's why Jake here is
so eager to get on with you.  We tried to deprogram them, but they're
all just as much mindless bimbos now as when we brought them in.  You
however, are actually asking questions, mi' lady, and that makes you
pretty special in my book.  What's your name?" Wilby explained.  They'd
tried every method known to them in the deprogramming too.  None of it
made a difference though, the converts didn't change one bit in all the
attempts.  In fact, it came to be something of a chore keeping them
sexually sated as they constantly wanted male attention.

"Julie Teren." She answered.  So simple recovery wasn't going to be the
salvation of the converts.  Not that she was surprised, the plant was a
fearsome programmer, capable of turning anyone into a willing, and
nearly mindless, nympho sex toy.  It couldn't be very easy to reverse
that, especially given the relatively limited understanding of
psychiatry humans had even on the best of days.

Jake didn't relent his exploration of Julie's supple form as the two
talked.  There was plenty to take in, and Julie certainly wasn't
repulsing his advances.

"Jake, let her be for now.  You can play later if Miss Julie here
wants, but I think we might get something a bit more useful from her if
you can let her keep from getting too distracted." Wilby ordered, and
Jake pulled his hands away reluctantly from Julie's writhing form.
"Please do excuse him, he's not to fond of controlling himself, being
young and eager and all that.  It certainly hasn't helped having those
other nymphs around the base lately either, letting him indulge his
fancies.  We are part of the resistance such as it is.  Those Anian
bastards have got us running and hiding all over creation to keep from
attracting too much attention from those roving hoards of militarized
bimbos they've sent after us.  I can't tell you much more than that,
security being pretty tight round here, we don't even know why we were
sent out to nab your Anian keeper, just that someone up the chain wants
him for something.  You are a jumbo sized bonus, however, being more
than just another lust filled creature like our other converts."

Julie shivered as she listened to Wilby's explanations, she tried
bringing her own inner flames under control.  It wasn't something she
was used to, it had been well over a year since she'd been tasked to
control her lust.  That was before her conversion, though, and before
she was given a body that constantly ached to be used.  Even since her
recovery, she hadn't had reason to control her flesh, but now was not
the time to succumb, even though she couldn't deny wanting to let Jake
ravage her right then.

After Wilby finished, Julie considered what to tell him.  There was the
chance that this little convoy would be found, anditsoccupants
converted.  If that happened, it was likely that anything she revealed
would be told to the Anians after Jake and Wilby's conversions.  Julie
knew she couldn't risk that, her own mission was too important.
Certainly, there was much to be gained if she could enlist the help of
the resistance at the critical moment, and that meant a calculated risk
would be in order.  In the end Julie decided to keep her risks within
reason.  "I can't tell you anything know, nothing important anyway.  We
will have to wait until we reach your sanctuary, I hope you understand.
There's too much risk of capture on the open road like this.  In the
meanwhile, though, you wouldn't mind if Jake and I released some
tension, would you?  I may be in control of my thoughts, but this body
still has it's own needs and he was doing a good job of revving me up."

Wilby smiled a bit at that.  "It must be strange living like that.  I'd
think a girl'd go crazy dealing with that for long.  Don't mind me or
the others though, we'll just enjoy the show."

"It's different, that's for sure, but the conversion ingrains the need
to be used so deeply and completely into a convert there isn't any
resistance to it.  There isn't any reason to go crazy as there isn't
any conflict inside.  The Anians made us to be eager sex toys, and I
still am one.  I don't even feel the slightest shame in letting Jake
here do his best to ravage me right now, and I'll welcome any of the
rest of you to join in if you want.  Wait in line or use my other
holes, I don't mind.  Until we get to you're sanctuary, we may as well
just enjoy ourselves." Julie commented as Jake was already caressing
her body again.  She didn't know why, but she couldn't resist telling
Wilby that.  Perhaps it was a need to let him and the other know just
what it was like to be a convert, something Julie hadn't truly been
able to share in all her days with the Anians.  Everything she said was
true though, she held not even the slightest sexual inhibition anymore.
The only reason why she fought her arousal earlier was so that she
could think freely for enough time to make the proper decisions
regarding her information.  That was done now, and Julie found herself
letting her arousal bloom again, anticipating Jake's full attention as
he lowered her down to the truck's floor and spread her legs.

Wilby smiled again at Julie's explanation, but by the time she'd
finished, Jake was more than ready for her.  Wibly didn't even bother
trying to say anything else lest he interrupt the merry couple as they
fucked on the floor of the truck.  Julie was quite a site to behold in
action, and Wilby just sat back and enjoyed the display as the truck
barreled on towards the relative safety of his resistance base.

***


The resistance base was no more than a dug out cave in the side of a
mountain.  Julie didn't know just how secure a place like this was from
detection, but given that Wilby and his people hadn't been found yet
was something of a reassurance.  There weren't many people in this
group either, aside from the two dozen who had taken part in the raid,
there were only another dozen left at home, and aside from four women
and the three previously captured converts, all of the cell members
were men.  Julie took fond notice of that as she strolled into the
compound, still completely naked and now smelling of her recent use.
For a human, Jake still gave her a rousing time, the only down side to
the encounter was the discovery that human seed didn't hold the same
heavenly taste as the Anian kind did.

The men took full notice of Julie too.  Unlike the other converts,
there was a spark of dignity and confidence in Julie's seductive gate.
While she had the same drives as the others, Julie had control as well,
the ability to finesse her allure.  It wasn't until she saw the almost
envious glare from one of the human women did Julie even realize that
she was strutting like a slut in heat.  It was true though, even Jake's
ample handling didn't extinguish her deeply set need to be used.  The
glare from the woman's eyes did cause Julie to reflect on herself for a
moment though.  This was the first time since she'd been relegated to
the pleasure deck that Julie had seen scornful looks from anyone.  On
the pleasure deck, the converts were all sisters, and the Anians gods,
there was no envy or jealousy, the slaves couldn't be and the Anians
had no need to be.  Here though, friction was possible, something Julie
hadn't even considered.  The men might not mind, but the women surely
did, and Julie figured her presence was an ill omen for them.  She was
after all another sex crazed convert helping to corrupt any moral
decency left to the men of this base.  Beyond that, Julie was built
like a male wet dream, and showed off every luscious element with
unconscious perfection, a living example of feminine wonder that would
fuel any woman's envy and any man's lust.
Wilby hastily pulled a trench coat around Julie after the first round
of angry looks from the two present women.  The obvious fact that Julie
had been used on the trip back had ruffled feathers as well, but while
her flesh could be covered, the smell of Julie's well used pussy
couldn't be removed so quickly.  Even so, they didn't stay long in the
entranceway, Wilby lead Julie down a few passages and into a small room
with simple metal furnishings, including table, chairs and a bed.

"It's not much but it's all we have for now.  The others will have your
Anian keeper locked up shortly.  I would like to hear anything you want
to say as soon as you're ready, Miss Julie, but if you'd like some rest
or a shower first, don't feel obligated." Wilby explained as the
stepped inside the room.

"I'm fine, really, we can begin now if you'd like.  I would prefer to
remove this coat know if it's not a problem.  I understand how walking
around naked isn't in good form around here, but I have to say I find
it far more comfortable.  It's just another part of the whole
conversion thing, I'm afraid." Julie replied.  Wilby only nodded in
response and Julie dropped the coat over one of the chairs and sat
down.  As much as she felt more comfortable naked, she wasn't about to
put her bare cheeks on a cold metal chair either.

"So where do you want to begin?" Wilby asked.  He took a seat across
from Julie and took another appreciative look over the wonderful
example of the feminine form presented before him.

Julie then went on to describe everything she knew about the Anians
from the first day she stepped aboard their ship.  Wilby simply listed
and recorded her as she talked.  Julie tried to focus on matters of
more strategic concern, and as much as she could about the coming Anian
women.  Julie still didn't know much about that, other than they were
coming, but that was by far the most important part of her briefing.
When the Anian women arrived, the salvaged converts would revolt and
disable as much of the mother ship as possible.  That would be
significant, but as the resettlement continued and the Anians expanded
their force of convert soldiers, there could be a significant Anian
resistance on the surface that wouldn't be so easy to defeat.

"We may be able to deal with that.  If we have enough warning, we can
move several jamming devices set to those collar control frequencies
into place.  Since all the converts wear the collars, we could
immobilize all the converts on the ground for a time, allowing us to
disarm and hold them until something more permanent can be done.  We
would also like to examine you redeeming our converts here, so maybe we
can figure out how to restore the rest of the converts to at least free
thinking people once the liberation is complete." Wilby answered.  He
couldn't say for certain just how far they could go, but that would be
left to the future.  For now, just gaining this information was
sufficient to get moving.  With a little luck, they could even be in
position by the time the Anian women arrived.

"Well, Louta told me it was a combination of drugs and nanobots.  I
can't be sure how it all works, but I'll be happy to let you study the
process.  If you can free the minds of the converts, at least we'll be
one more step back towards regaining our full humanity." Julie
commented.  "There is another issue though.  I feel that I need to be
back aboard the Mothership, so I can help lead the revolt there.  To do
that, I will have to get Master Zev out as well, as no convert could
leave the side of her dedicated Master.  I know you conducted your raid
to capture him, but I doubt you'll receive much benefit from holding
him.  Anians have doubtlessly enhanced themselves to resist any
information extraction method you have, and aside from that I know
they're in it for everything, even the prospect of individual death
wouldn't get anything from Zev or any other Anian."

"You're right, you know.  We've had Anians through here before, and
even after watching their companions being executed, they didn't talk.
I'm just glad I didn't have to take part in those interrogations.  I
heard things about them that even turn my stomach, and I've seen a lot
in my days.  I can't authorize you're release, or the Anians but I'll
communicate this to those up the chain and I'll let you know." Wilby
answered.

With that their conversation ended and Wilby left Julie to rest.  It
had been a long day, and everyone was ready to let the next one come in
its own time.  There was plenty to be done, but caution and precision
were more important now than ever and that only came with rested minds
and considered thoughts.

***


"They've spotted us!" Julie squealed, bouncing with superficial glee as
an Anian patrol craft slowed over head.  Her convert persona had fell
over her like a glove from the time she'd conducted the escape from the
resistance base.  After a few days of being relatively free in the
base, Julie felt more uncomfortable than usual with the submissive and
devoted convert personality.

"Finally." Zev commented dryly.  They'd been hiking through the
mountains for three days since they'd escaped from the resistance.  Zev
was used to a far more pampered existence, and though he took liberties
with Julie, he was in no way happy being out in the wilderness.

Julie had actually taken to being outdoors like this.  While she had
taken shoes and a trench coat when she left the base, she generally
walked around in just her shoes.  In all her life, Julie hadn't felt so
in tune with nature as she strolled through the mountains aside her
Master, naked and as open to the world as it was to her.  Still, his
grumbling had been something of a constant drone in the background,
distracting from the wonders of the wild.

Their escape had been well executed.  Staged to perfection so that Zev
wouldn't suspect for a moment that his loyal convert had actually been
in league with the resistance.  It hadn't been easy for Julie to
convince them of her trustworthiness, especially given the behavior of
the other converts.  It wasn't until after the salvaging process had
been competed on the other converts did the commanders of the
resistance cell even begin to really listen to Julie.  It took several
more days of prodding before they allowed her to stage an escape and
return to the Anian mothership.  Julie was repeatedly debriefed as
well, and finally they agreed to her plan.  In the end, all that meant
was to spring Zev in such a way that he wouldn't suspect her of being
anything but what he thought she was.  The resistance plans were left
vague, something Julie didn't mind.  What they would do with the
information she gave them was something she didn't need to know

The patrol craft swung around swiftly, landing in the same open field
that Julie and Zev had waved them down from.  A swarm of convert
militia raced out of the craft and surrounded them.  One of the women
approached Zev, she wore the same gray clothes with the exception of a
single black ribbon on the shoulders, an apparent symbol of command.

The convert bowed before Zev.  "Master, forgive us for taking this long
to find you.  We are at your service."

Zev looked over the squad with his usual depth.  "I need to be informed
of any changes in status and be taken to the mothership immediately."

"Of course, Master." The convert replied and sounded the recall to the
other militia.  She led Zev into the patrol craft and they set off for
the nearest spaceport.

"Has there been any news?" Zev asked. He took a seat in the front of
the shuttle, allowing Julie to stand behind him as the craft sped
towards its destination.

"The outer sensor pickets have detected a large fleet approaching
Earth.  Profile and emission analysis indicates that it is of Anian
design.  Best estimates are that the force will enter Earth orbit in
three days." The convert reported.

Julie stood slightly amazed that a clearly low-level convert would have
access to this kind of information.  It took a moment of consideration
before Julie realized that it was just another example of the
exceptional loyalty of the converts.  Not only could they be counted on
to fight, but they could even be given information like this and make
full use of it.

"I assume the mobilization is fully under way." Zev commented.

"Yes, Master.  All combat trained converts are being assembled and
prepped for their missions.  Not as many fighters and strike craft were
prepared as hoped however, we've moved the surplus converts from those
areas to the general combat commands.  We shall be ready for the
attack." The convert commander replied.

"Good, then all that is left is the battle." Zev finished.  There was
little more to say at this point.  The wheels were already in motion
and in roughly three days the Anians would fight the latest battle in
their epic war of the sexes.

Julie was left to consider her place in the fight to come.  As soon as
she returned to the mothership she would have to seek out some of her
own forces.  There was little time left for them to move into place.
The Anians seemed intent on using the converts as a first line of
defense, something that Julie both expected and thought fairly
cowardly.  Worse still was the thought that tens of thousands of people
would be giving their lives for the very monsters that enslaved them.
Even if Julie was successful in disabling the mothership, the converts
would never surrender, a fact that she expected the Anian women would
be aware of.  That simple truth left little chance for the survival of
the convert military forces about to be unleashed by the Anians.  As
the craft began its approach to the space port, Julie idly wondered if
any of her salvaged converts had been able to reach into the convert
military groups and provide some chance for saving at least some of
these unfortunate souls.

As the shuttle entered the hanger, Zev turned to his convert.  "Julie,
go to the pleasure deck for now.  I have matters that need to be
attended to, but I will summon you later.  I want you to have a full
view of the battle from the command deck."

Julie simply nodded at that and went on her way.  It was fortunate that
he wanted her to be there, as it would allow her easy access to the
command room as the revolt took hold.  The fact that Zev wanted her
there wasn't a surprise either, especially after taking her down to the
surface.  He wanted to show off to her, and after the past few days,
Julie suspected that he was in love with her, or at least as much as an
Anian could.  She didn't know just how to handle this revelation yet,
but there were far more important things to worry about.

The pleasure deck was unusually empty of Anians, not a surprising fact
given the battle preparations under way.  For the moment, Julie simply
sought out a shallow pool and some food, giving herself a little break
before the next round of work.  She'd been without anything more than
berries and water for the last few days, and had done a great deal of
hiking.  The resistance had hidden themselves pretty far into the
mountains, and weren't exactly close to civilizations.

The converts on the pleasure deck were slightly anxious as well.  Julie
chalked it up to a sudden drought of Anian cock and command.  Sure,
converts willingly serviced each other, but nothing compared to what a
Master had to offer.  Still, a great many of the converts here had been
freed, and they understood that something was going on and were
understandably worried.

Julie slowly gathered together redeemed slaves in small groups and
surveyed both their orders and their contacts.  The redemption had
reached deeply into almost the whole ship, even into some of the
militia units, though not to deeply there.  The rest of the ship
however, was well covered thanks to the Anians rotating converts
through various duties on the ship.  When the time came for the revolt,
the converts would be ready.

Even with the depth of their infiltration, Julie didn't know just how
much damage they could do.  For the most part, converts had no access
to important systems.  The only redeemed converts with the direct
ability to destroy things were the militia members, and they were few
and far between.  Julie only hoped that her people could improvise
sufficiently when the time came.  They would be all over the ship, and
now all that could be done was to wait.

***


"Here they come." Zev stated, with just the lightest hint of awe in his
voice.

It was a sight to behold.  The Anian fleet bearing down on them was
enormous, and beautiful.  The ships shared the same graceful, almost
peaceful design as the mothership, and if Julie didn't know better she
would never have guessed they were ships of war.  They were arrayed in
a large formation, countless ships spaced off to each side.

"All ships, this is command.  Acquire targets and begin the assault as
directed." Zev ordered.  "Now it begins, Julie.  They have more ships
than we expected, but I have faith in your sisters.  They will fight
well."

"Yes, Master, I only wish I could join them." Julie commented.  She
wished she could bite her tongue rather than say another submissive and
reverent thing to Zev or any other Anian.  Still, it was only moments
away that she would be free.  As it was she was standing naked on the
command deck, right beside Zev.  Aside from her, two armed coverts with
the militia were there as well, and through some luck, both were
redeemed.  The rest were Anians, armed with pistols in case the ship
was boarded, and not one of them gave the slightest attention to the
converts at the back of the room.

Across the rest of the ship, converts under Julie's nominal command
were already in place.  As soon as the battle commenced, they would
attempt to disable the weapon, shield and sensor systems on the
mothership before the Anians could react.  The sensors and shields were
going to be relatively easy, as both were areas readily open to
converts and their control easy to access.  The weapons were spread
around the ship and not centrally controlled, and as such much harder
to control.  Still, Julie had her people focus on the main guns and
hoped that would be enough.

As the confirmations came in from the ships, Julie watched a large
holographic tactical display in the center of the room.  Two groups of
dots, one green and one yellow, converging.  On the main view screen,
Julie watched in as the two groups met and fired on each other.  The
time was now.

Julie turned her head to the two convert guards and simply nodded her
head.  Without another though to them she stepped over to Zev and
jammed her hardened nails into the flesh of his arm.  He gasped and
turned towards her, but before he could utter a surprised word the
drugs from Julie's nail injectors took hold over him.  Julie let him
slump in his chair and reached down for his pistol.  The whole exchange
took no more than a moment, and Julie was only a second behind the two
guards in opening fire on the Anians in the room.
Caught off guard, only three of the Anians had time to fire before
being stunned.  Julie had lamented that, as much as she wanted to
punish the Anians she didn't want to kill them out right, at least not
yet.  She wanted an accounting to come for all they'd done and for that
she wanted them alive.  As her guards cleared the deck of the
unconscious Anians, Julie turned to her former Master.

"Zev, hear me.  You are now under my control.  Issue the recall command
to all of the fighter craft and open up communication with the
approaching fleet." Julie ordered.  She didn't know if the hypnotic
drugs would work on the Anian, or just how effective they would be.
She had to try though, since it would be the easiest way to save the
lives of the converts piloting the attack craft.

Zev looked up at her groggily for a moment, and then he reached down to
his communication control. "All fighters, this is command, return to
the mothership."

With that done, Zev flipped another switch, and the same view screen
that had been displaying the battle shifted and now showed a command
center that was almost a mirror of the one Julie now stood in.  The
only difference was that it was staffed by clothed Anian women.  Even
as she was in her moment of triumph, Julie couldn't help but appreciate
the raw beauty of the women looking at her now.  She knew this wasn't
the right time for these kinds of thoughts, but she couldn't help
herself.

"This is the Anian Council ship Shevou, I am commander Mita.  Please
explain yourself." Demanded a rather determined looking woman seated in
the command chair.

"Commander, I am Julie Teren of Earth.  I was converted by the Anians
here when they came to our world, and was freed by one of your sisters
named Louta.  I and the converts I have been able to free are right now
taking control of this ship from the renegade Anians as we were
instructed." Julie explained.  As she stood there, the doors to the
command room opened and several more naked converts came in.  Julie
recognized them instantly as being part of her forces, and assumed they
were coming to report.

It took a several minutes to sort out what had happened and organize
the proper response.  The Anian Masters had all been cornered
successfully.  While some were holed up in weapon control rooms, most
had been forced into less vital areas and guarded by freed converts.
This wasn't an easy process, and many firefights broke out, though none
of the convert militia fired on any converts.  Their inner programming
had refused to accept that any convert wearing a collar could be a
threat to the Masters.  The Anians held no such reservations however.
Still, they were confused and disorganized.  In the end they were all
safely tucked away to await the arrival of the Anian women aboard.

Julie was a bit unprepared for the aftermath of the revolt however.
Fate had placed her in position and now she was treated as the leader
of the free converts.  Certainly she was, but Julie had never really
considered it from an administrative standpoint.  She'd done what had
to be done, that was all.  Now, though she was awaiting the arrival of
the Mita.

"So this is where the mighty have fallen.  Taken out by your own
slaves, Zev, that's very sloppy." Mita remarked as she strolled onto
the command deck.  "Quite a good job you did here, Julie.  Hardly any
blood spilt considering the scope of this operation."

"Now what are you going to do with them and us?  We might be able to
think more freely, but we're all still built like sex toys." Julie
replied.  She was more than a bit anxious about that at this point.
Certainly, she was of two minds on the subject.  Rationally, she wanted
to return to something akin to a normal existence, but she wasn't about
to deny that she liked her new form either.

"We don't know entirely.  We've arranged a more permanent solution for
our male problem, but we haven't been able to decide what to do about
you converts yet.  We don't entirely know how the conversion process
works.  Even as advanced as our science is, we've never been able to do
so complete of a transformation or mental conditioning." Mita replied.

"What are you going to do with these men?" Julie asked, looking down at
Zev as he stared back groggily.  It would be several hours before he
returned to full consciousness.

"We've arranged a small out of the way planet to drop them on.  No ship
this time, or technology, we'll give them a chance to build a new
world, and we'll see if they can do better this time."

"But how can they build a new world, without any technology they'll all
die off in a few decades at most anyway." Julie asked.

"Well, these boys though it was a good idea to enslave a world and turn
the population into pleasure slaves and baby factories.  We're just
going to take half of them and give them a sex change.  Ample
punishment I think, and we won't have to worry so much about leaving
them to die off.  Perhaps in a few thousand years they'll make it to
space again, but hopefully this will teach them a little lesson.
Besides, we're going to put a few more surprises into their genetic
makeup to help prevent any repeats of this conflict.  Their new species
will grow up female, and change to male after puberty for a few years,
then change back to female.  From then on, they'll be male again for a
year after they quit breast-feeding from a birth and after that change
back to female.  That should prevent this kind of conflict in the
future." Mita explained.  It was a plan long in the making on Ania.
 From the moment the events on Earth were discovered, this was the
direction they were moving towards.  Even though they didn't have the
technology, the Anian women knew that the males did, given what they
were doing to humanity.  With that hurdle taken care of, the issue of
male Anians could finally be resolved.

"Okay, I suppose we should begin then, and we'll work out how to solve
humanities problems later." Julie said.  There was much to be done, and
the sooner the immediate problems could be resolved the better for
everyone.  After the Anian men were taken care of, then the convert
population could be dealt with.

***


Julie sat at the street side cafe with her usual calm and appreciation.
It was another beautiful fall day, and with the Anians removed from
Earth, things had changed for the better.  The Anian women had helped
clear the minds of all the converts, freeing them from their
conditioning.  In the end, however, the vast majority of converts held
no desire to change back physically, an after effect of the conversion.
Julie understood perfectly, as she hadn't chosen to change back either.

As a result of this, the converts were given the same technology as the
Anian women had for breeding purposes.  Still, relationships across the
sexes didn't take on the same aspect on Earth as it did on Ania.
Though the male population was now significantly outnumbered, the
former converts no longer held many sexual mores, and that more than
compensated for the difference in numbers.

Julie herself had been allowed a special dispensation for her part in
solving the problems of the Anian males.

"Strange isn't it?  It was only a year and a half ago that you helped
convert me here, Julie.  Now, it's just one happy city again, and this
place has some of the best coffee." Tara commented as she sipped her
drink and watched the throngs of people pass by.

"So have you decided what you're going to do?" Julie asked.

"I'm going to keep them.  I know the Anians would relocate them if I
wanted, but I guess it doesn't bother me, besides I always wanted
children." Tara replied, rubbing her bulging stomach.  She'd been
impregnated again in the last months of the Anian occupation, a fact
that she'd been ecstatic about at the time.  Since being freed she'd
considered letting the Anian women relocate them to the new colony
world, but finally decided against it.

"We'll just have to raise them right, no delusions of planetary
enslavement for these boys." Julie giggled.  Since the end of the
occupation, she'd found herself in Tara's company again.  It was
happenstance really, as both were helping relocate people back to the
surface and rebuild things.  Now they were a happy couple, or as happy
as any couple could be.

"And just what are you going to do with your little toy?" Tara asked.

Julie reached down and petted Zev's head eliciting a growl of happiness
from the dog that was once her Master who was now sitting beside her.
"Oh, him, I think I'll keep him.  Besides, there's this little trick
with peanut butter I'm sure you'll love."

The End.

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