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WARNING: This is a work of erotic fiction. It contains depictions of
nudity and graphic sex.

Author: A Strange Geek
Title: Incompatibility
Summary: A teenage girl finds herself trapped on board a starship that
is stopped in deep space. Only one alien race could be so bold; she
dearly hopes it is not them.

Keywords: Ff, fsolo, mc, nc, scifi

Copyright A Strange Geek, 2006

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I knew something was wrong the moment I woke up to complete silence in
my parents' quarters.

The ship was old. There was always this heavy thrumming noise when we
were still in hyperspace. I overheard my Dad say that the hypermotors
needed to be repolarized. Anyway, the point was, I should be hearing
them, but I wasn't. We weren't supposed to get to the Polaris 4
stargate for another two days.

I slipped out of bed. My nightgown caught and tried to pull up over my
hips. I yanked it down with a flare of heat to my cheeks even though I
was alone and I had at least panties on under it. Who was I afraid was
going to see me?

I sighed as I ran my fingers through my ginger-colored hair. I was
getting tired of this. I was sixteen and skittish about being nude in
private. I hadn't even yet dated a boy. All because of my damn mother's
precious work.

I felt a chill against my body, as my legs were bare and the nightgown
was not very thick. The floor was cold against my bare feet, which was
unusual. "Turn up the heat, please," I said, expecting compliance from
the ship's AI.

"My apologies, Sarah, but I cannot comply."

I was so surprised at that reply, delivered with the usual and
unfailing perfect politeness, that I was confused. "Huh? I don't
understand. I just want it warmer in here, that's all."

"My apologies, Sarah, but I cannot comply. Ship power systems are in
conservation mode during alert."

"During ...?"

An alert! So something /had/ gone wrong. I almost hoped the hypermotors
had finally burned out. Even if it meant the expense of getting someone
to come out to fix them, maybe then I wouldn't have to deal with the
awful racket they made. Anyway, it would be their own damn fault. They
insisted on leaving port without my Dad. He's the only one that managed
to keep this hunk of junk together.

And just maybe if it cost too much, my Mom would give up her stupid
idea of a career. Shit. You want your life screwed up? Have a parent
who's a xenoarchaeologist /and/ a workaholic! I think even my Dad's
tired of it. I think he made up that excuse so he didn't have to make
this run with my Mom.

I sighed and turned towards the head to see about a shower.

I was just about to cross the threshold when the deck abruptly lurched
under my feet and sent me to the floor. My heart started pounding. I
don't care how old this ship is, that was /not/ supposed to happen!

I bolted back to my feet in a panic. "What the hell was that?! Tell
me!"

"My apologies, Sarah, but I cannot comply. The ..."

"You stupid AI! Why can't you just ..."

" ... while battle stations are in effect."

I stopped. Suddenly I felt a lot colder. Battle stations. Oh my God.

There was a hiss that made me gasp and my heart leap into my throat. I
jerked my head around to see that it was just the door to the quarters
that had slid open. And I was never more glad to see that particular
person in my life.

I ran over to her. "Mom! Mom, what's going on?! Why have we stopped?!
Why did the AI say ..."

"Sarah, please, hush!" my mother cried.

I stared at her, wide-eyed. My mother had a look in her eyes that was
bordering on panic. She /never/ panicked. Now I was really scared.

My mother paused, as if trying to compose herself. She gripped my arms
tightly. When she spoke, there was a horrible nervous quaver in it.
"Sarah, I need you to listen to me /very carefully/. Please. Will you
listen to your mother? You will do what I tell you to do?"

I nodded quickly. I didn't even know what was wrong and I was already
terrified.

"I want you to go down belowdecks and find someplace to hide."

I gaped at her. "You ... y-you want me to /what?!/"

"Listen to me!" she cried, shaking me. She caught herself and took a
deep breath. She was on the verge of tears. "P-please, Sarah. There
isn't time for me to explain! Over on the port side, there are some
crates marked 'Tau Ceti 6'. The artifacts in there disrupt sensors.
Hide behind them. You'll be safe there."

Now I was in tears myself. "Mom, safe from what? What am I hiding from?
What ..."

The ship lurched again, and we both tumbled to the floor. There was a
horrible metallic rending sound in the distance that reverberated
through the ship.

Suddenly everything around us turned crimson and the klaxon began
blaring.

"/ALERT ALERT ALERT ... HULL BREACH ... FOREIGN BIOHAZARD SUBSTANCE
AND/OR NANOTECH DETECTED IN ENVIRONMENT .../"

I scrambled to my feet. "Mom! We have to get to a life pod! Mom?
/MOM!/"

My mother groaned. She tried to rise to her feet, slipped, and fell
back to the floor. Her eyes were taking on a glazed look.

I reached down and tried to haul her to her feet. "N-no, S-sarah," she
said in a slurred voice, her eyes staring. "R-run ... go belowdecks
..."

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Stand up! Come with me!"

"I c-can't, it's affecting me ... I ... y-you're ... incom ..
incompatible ..."

I didn't understand a word she was saying! What was wrong with her?
What ...

I heard a soft thud in the hallway. I leapt back to my feet and dashed
outside.

It was one of the techs. He had just slumped to the floor, with the
same glazed look in his eyes as my mother. Down the hall, half a dozen
other crew members were in a similar state. Some managed to stay on
their feet, but wandered about like zombies.

"Sarah!" My heart lurched at my mother's voice. "R-run! Now!"

More frightened than I ever was in my life, I fled.

In my panic, I went the wrong way and had to backtrack. But when I was
about to turn down the right corridor, I saw movement up ahead, though
a cloud of steam from a ruptured coolant line. Quickly I ducked back
and peeked around the corner.

It took me a moment to see anything. There were two of them, at the far
end of the corridor. I could see only their legs. They were long and
lanky, peeking out from flowing robes of silver-gray. At first I
thought they were wearing some sort of blue-colored stockings, until I
realized that it was the tint of their skin.

My blood ran cold.

Oh God oh God oh God. Don't let it be them. Anyone but them. Please.

Pirates. Black marketeers. Privateers. Rebels. Escaped criminals.
Anyone. Just /NOT THEM/.

Yet the next moment, the steam cleared briefly just long enough for me
to see one of them perfectly. I saw her tall, voluptuous form wrapped
in her tight, thin robe. I saw the blue cast to her skin, and the fall
of coppery hair. I caught the intensely violet eyes even from this
distance. It was all I could do not to whimper in terror.

/Velqui slavers!/

There were two of them, carrying scanners. They were searching all the
compartments. Occasionally I would see one disappear inside, there
would be a pause, and she would emerge again. Frozen in my panic, I
stared at them as they did this three times.

On the third time, the pause was much longer. This time, when she
emerged, someone was with her.

My breath caught in my throat, and I had to bite my lip to stop from
gasping. It was Terri! My only friend on the ship! And she was /naked!/

I wanted to shout to her to run for it! Until I realized it was already
too late. Oh my God. She was ... touching herself. They were making her
do it. They made her feel up her own tits, touch her pussy. They had
slaved her already! God, is it that fast?!

A third Velqui emerged from the end of the hall, took Terri's hand, and
led her away. She padded behind the alien like a little puppy dog. It
shocked me out of my paralysis and I ran.

But I didn't know where I was going. My only route to belowdecks was
cut off.

I simply ran to the other side of the ship from where I saw the Velqui.
My only chance was to stay away from them and hope they satisfied
themselves with the other crew members. They never took a whole ship as
slaves. They were very particular. They took who they wanted and let
the rest go. Now I understood what happened to my Mom. They always
inject the ship with nanotech that makes everyone docile before they
board it.

But why didn't it affect /me?/

I ran until I couldn't go any further, which put me in the ship's
laundry. I ducked in and around the huge hampers and found a tiny
closet in the far end of the room.

I squeezed myself inside of it and slammed the door shut behind me.

Silence fell, save for my own ragged breathing. I could hear my heart
hammering in my chest. I only realized then I was still dressed in just
my nightgown and panties. The sides of the closet felt ice cold against
my body.

I gasped when I heard a low vibrating sound. It was me. I was trembling
so badly that it was making the metal walls shake.

I forced myself to take a few deep breaths. I had to calm down! Once
the Velqui left, I had to remember how to activate the emergency
transponder. We may be just close enough to the border for a Terran
Hegemony naval ship to respond.

Oh God, I hoped my Mom is okay!

No, they won't take her. She's well into her forties. They'll take the
young ones first. Young like ... me.

No, they won't take me! They have plenty to pick from! There's Mindy,
she's only a year older than me. And Frank, he's twenty. And the twins,
Joanne and Jill, they're my age. They would be perfect for ...

I stopped myself and nearly burst into tears. What was I thinking?! I
didn't want to see any of them taken! How could I think of something so
horrible?! Oh God. I already kept replaying Terri in my mind. The
Velqui couldn't have been in that room more than a few minutes.

The Velqui used nanotech. A few minutes. A few minutes to rewrite a
brain and erase a person. Terri was gone in less time it took most
people to dress in the morning.

I tensed. I heard a noise.

I swallowed hard. My throat was so dry it made an audible click. The
noise came again, closer. Someone was in the room!

Oh God oh God oh God ...

Wait. Stop. Don't panic. It may be a crew member. Maybe the Velqui left
and the crew was recovering. And now they were looking for me. It had
to be that. I was all the way on the other side of the ship. They don't
want me.

Footsteps. Coming straight for me. They were soft. Through the metal
slats on the door, I caught a brief sight of a robe swishing around
feet. No! NO! Not me! /NOT ME!!/

The door opened and all hope died.

I was too scared to move or speak. The Velqui stood for a moment, her
head tilting to one side as she regarded me. She was beautiful. Her
skin was smooth and perfect. Her robe was drawn tightly at her slim
waist, her breasts swelling round and full against the fabric. She
shifted her weight as her deep, violet eyes flicked down to the scanner
in her hand. Her breasts jiggled slightly. She didn't wear a bra.

She lowered the scanner.

"Come out, little one."

Her speech was galactic standard, but with an almost musical, birdlike
quality to it. It hardly sounded menacing at all. I cowered inside the
closet anyway.

She smiled and lifted a delicate-looking hand. "I will not harm you.
Please come out."

I was nonplussed for a moment at the alien's gentle manner. I had
expected her to reach in and haul me out. Or just slave me and I'd be a
mindless little toy. I still wasn't any more inclined to emerge.
"L-leave me alone."

She lowered her hand. "As I said, little one, I will not harm you. But
you must come out."

I began sobbing. "I d-don't want to b-be taken. I don't want to be
s-slaved. P-please. Find someone else."

"At the moment, I am merely curious about you."

I blinked away tears. "C-curious?"

"You were not affected by the docility nano. This intrigues me."

"Does that mean y-you won't take me?"

Before I could respond, there was movement off to the side. I gasped as
the second Velqui came into view. "You have found her. Is she ...?"

The first raised a hand briefly. The second one stopped and kept her
distance, putting her scanner away and folding her hands before her.
The first one turned back to me.

"I can promise you nothing, little one. Except that I do need you to
come out of there."

There was a little bit more command in her voice this time. I sighed in
defeat and slowly stepped out. What was the point of staying in there?
I had nowhere else to run.

I felt my breasts loose against my chest. Flushing with embarrassment,
I folded my arms over them.

"What is your name, little one?"

I blinked. The question was totally unexpected. "S-sarah."

The Velqui smiled. It actually looked pleasant. "Now, I wish you to
answer truthfully, little Sarah. Have you any shielding?"

I looked at her oddly. "Shielding? You mean ... like against the nano?"

"Yes, against the nano."

I shook my head. I didn't think there was any defense against it. The
only way to protect against Velqui slaver tech was to not encounter it
in the first place.

"You would detect it if she were, sister," the other Velqui spoke
again, startling me.

"Most forms," the first answered. She raised her scanner again. "But
some do not register."

I didn't understand what they were talking about.

"Still, little Sarah, you are not affected, and I need to find out
why."

One of her hands tapped the side of the scanner. A compartment opened,
and she extracted a small hypospray.

"Extend your arm, please."

I gasped, panicking, and staggered back towards the closet, shaking my
head violently.

"I wish only a blood sample, little Sarah. That is all."

I swallowed, shaking. My eyes flicked over to the side. I contemplated
making a run for it. The other Velqui must have sensed I was thinking
this, for she shifted to one side and blocked any escape route.

It was useless anyway. There were likely just more of them out there.

I took a deep breath and extended an arm towards her. I flinched when
her fingers closed around my wrist. Her touch was surprisingly gentle.
I braced myself, tensing as she pressed the hypo into my arm. There was
a tiny pinprick and a hiss, and it was over.

I snatched my arm back, heart thumping. If she had actually injected
slaving tech into me, would I even know it? What would I feel? Would I
even be able to ask these questions if I had?

The Velqui popped the hypo back into the scanner and paused. A
thoughtful look came over her face. She gestured, and the other Velqui
came over.

"See this," said the first, pointing at something on the scanner.

"Ah, yes," said the second. "A genetic abnormality."

"But not natural."

"Clearly not. Carrier RNA sequence rewrite method. Primitive, but
effective."

The two lapsed into jargon that was far beyond what I learned in
biology, but I caught enough to make my heart race. Somebody had
altered me! Somebody gave me protection against their nano!

Suddenly I heard the second one say something that jolted my attention
back to them.

"Can you compensate for the neurotransmitter incompatibility?"

My mouth fell open. That's what my mother had said! She said I was
"incompatible". But did that mean the same as immune? Was I safe?

The first one looked thoughtful. My heart pounded. She glanced at me.
"Not completely."

I swallowed hard. Was that good? Were they going to let me go?

"Enough?"

"Perhaps."

Now the first Velqui turned to me again. I was quivering in fear again,
and I backed up against the wall, my arms hugged tightly around me.

"Lower your arms, little Sarah."

My throat locked up. I shook my head.

"Please. I do not wish to harm you."

I couldn't tell if that was a threat or not. I had to assume it was.
Defeated, I let my arms drop. Her eyes roamed over my body. I felt
sick. I felt like I was being violated.

She stepped up to me. I tried to flatten myself against the wall. Her
fingers brushed my hair. Then they traced a sinuous path along the nape
of my neck and down my arm, making me shiver. I moaned when she touched
the bare skin of my thigh. She grasped the edge of my nightgown and
lifted it until my panties were exposed.

I whimpered and turned my head away when she hooked a finger in the
waistband and pulled my panties down just enough to peek at my mound. I
squeezed my legs together tightly.

"Part your legs, please, little Sarah."

I moaned again and tears threatened to well up again in my eyes as I
complied. I was panting hard as she pulled my panties back further.

Finally, she let go and let my panties snap back. I nearly collapsed
from the relief.

"Virginal."

My gaze snapped back to her, my eyes wide. Is that what she was looking
for? To see if my damn hymen was still there?

"And she is quite pretty."

My cheeks burned. I had a flashback. Four years ago. A run to the Mizar
sector. A damn brat of a boy named Billy. Never passed up an
opportunity to insult me and suggest I was the ugliest girl in space.
I'd be in tears screaming at him that I was not ugly.

Now I wished for all the galaxy that the brat had been right.

The second Velqui looked me over and said to the first, "So then you
will try?"

The first paused, and nodded. "I will try."

Oh God.

Oh GOD.

They were going to slave me after all. My life was over. It was too
much for me. I burst into tears.

The first one had been manipulating her scanner. She now stopped and
looked at me. "Why do you cry, little Sarah? It will not hurt. You will
feel nothing."

That was exactly what I feared. But I would never be able to explain it
to her.

"Her resistance to the docility is unprecedented," said the second
Velqui suddenly.

"Yes, I was thinking the same thing," said the first. "This is a
research vessel, is it not?"

"Xenoarchaeology, yes. You suspect a connection?"

"Perhaps. Do we have control of the ship's AI?"

"Yes, sister."

"Find the research head and interrogate him."

I gasped. Icy dread crept up my spine.

"Her, actually," said the second. "I shall do it at once."

"Take her back to the ship if you need to use stronger nano on her."

"Yes, sister."

"/No!/" I screamed.

The first Velqui looked at me oddly. The second ignored me and
continued swiftly out of the room.

I leapt away from the wall and tried to run. The first Velqui grabbed
me around the waist with her free arm. Despite her beauty and apparent
delicacy, it was like a steel band around me. Now the second stopped
and looked back curiously at me.

"/You leave my mother alone!/"

The two Velqui looked at each other.

"Ah," said the first. "That explains much."

"Shall we prepare to take the ship's cargo as well?" asked the second.

"Indeed, yes."

"And the research head?"

"We will leave her behind. She is useful only for the information she
carries."

"Yes, sister."

Tears streamed from my eyes. I couldn't tell if it was remorse over
being so stupid as to letting them know she was my Mom, or relief from
the fact that it sounded like she was going to be safe.

As the second Velqui disappeared from sight, the first slowly released
me.

"We will not harm your mother, little Sarah."

I sniffled and tried to hold back any further tears. They did no good
anyway. Nothing worked on these aliens. They didn't care.

The Velqui touched my shoulder and prodded me gently until I turned
around to face her again. She placed her fingers under my chin and
lifted it until I was forced to look back up at her. "We never harm
anyone," she said. "No one has been hurt on this ship."

"Y-yes you did. You t-took Terri. You slaved her!"

"The little one with the blond hair? Yes, we slaved her."

"Then how can you say you didn't hurt anyone!" I wailed.

"Little Terri will be happy and healthy the rest of her life. She will
never have another worry or complaint. And she will experience great
pleasure every day of her life."

I shuddered. "But ... b-but she's not herself anymore. She's not /her/.
She's someone different now."

The Velqui smiled. "Yes. She's /better/."

I gave up. I couldn't make her understand. I don't know whether she was
incapable of it, or just pretended at it. Either way was just as
frightening.

A heard an odd, tinny musical tone. The Velqui looked at her scanner
and studied it for a moment. "That will do," she said.

She popped open another compartment on the scanner, and into her hand
went a silvery device. It was shaped a little like a hypospray, but
thicker and longer. She turned to me, smiling slightly. "Hold out your
arm, little Sarah."

I couldn't move. I was numb. I stared at the device in her hand. That
was it. Something that could steal my mind from me, and it fit in the
palm of her hand. I expected it to be something bigger, flashier. I
almost demanded it.

She stepped up to me. "Please. Do not make this more difficult than it
needs to be."

I looked up at her. I wanted to cry but I had no tears left. Tears are
for someone who has hope that something will be better.

I thought about asking if I could see my mother one last time, but
decided against it. It would make this even harder. God, she's going to
be devastated! Now I felt guilty over all the bad things I thought
about her and her career. It was clear to me now that she was behind
the attempt to protect me. She found something, something that could
resist Velqui slaving nanotech, in the many worlds she explored.

I heaved a single dry sob as I extended a trembling arm.

The Velqui's smile widened, and she pressed the hypo against my arm. I
flinched at the hissing noise it made. I didn't even feel so much as a
pinprick, or the flushing sensation I usually got the few times I've
needed some medication applied to me in this manner. She removed the
hypo from my arm barely after I had registered that she had injected
me.

I lowered my arm and looked at her. I had no idea what to expect. Would
I actually feel myself slipping away? Would I even be aware of myself
being slaved? Wait. My name was Sarah. I still remembered. My friend's
name was Terri. I saw her be slaved. I could still remember these
things!

I could remember my Mom, and her last words to me. I could remember
Billy. I could remember my first trip through hyperspace when I was
six. I still had these. I was still me! Maybe it wasn't working! Maybe
I was protected after all. Maybe ...

Wait ...

Why ...

Why wasn't ... why wasn't I scared anymore?

Oh no.

Oh God.

It was so subtle. It was so gentle. I hadn't even noticed it until now.

I was calm. My breathing was steady and normal again. I stood perfectly
still, my gaze fixed on the Velqui. My arms hung limp at my sides.

I could not summon up the will to move. I could not feel. No wait ... I
/could/ feel. But ... it was strange ... I was still frightened, but it
was as if it weren't real. It was like having a dream. It was trapped
in my mind.

Oh my God.

I was slaved.

/I was slaved!/

The panic and the fear could not reach me. I couldn't actually feel
them, not like real emotions. Or not completely. I thought for a moment
that my body shuddered just a tiny bit at that last terrified burst in
my mind. It was like I was split somehow.

"Remove your clothing, little one."

I obeyed her without hesitation. No forethought whatsoever. No
/thought/. I slipped the nightgown over my head and dropped it to the
side. I slid my panties down my legs and stepped out of them. It was as
casual as if I were back in my quarters preparing for a shower. When I
was done, my arms returned to my sides and I gazed back at her, my eyes
wide and staring.

I was naked. Oh God. I was /naked/. I had no control over myself.

My name was Sarah. My friend's name was Terri. /Why could I remember
these things if I were slaved?/

The Velqui smiled at me. "You are sexually excited."

What?!

I drew in my breath and let it go as a soft, sensuous sigh. My skin
flushed hot. My nipples hardened and rose to points, tingling like mad.
Heat and moisture gathered in my pussy. My breathing became a languid
pant.

I couldn't stop it. I couldn't reason it away. I was horny. She had
commanded the emotion in me, and my mind complied. Raw desire burned
inside me. It wasn't directed at anything or anyone. Random erotic
images flickered across my mind.

She didn't just command my body, she commanded my emotions as well. The
only thing she did not command were my thoughts. I didn't understand
why.

"Fondle your breasts."

My hands rose to my mounds and squeezed them. I felt the nipples rub
against the palm of my hand, making me shudder.

"This feels good. This makes you more excited."

My fingers curled more tightly around my tits as I kneaded them. I
rubbed at my nipples and moaned at the intense wave of pleasure that
washed over me. I trembled as my desire escalated into lust. My breath
grew short. I spread my legs to relieve the growing pressure in my
pussy. It began to ache with need.

I was helpless. It was a helplessness more terrifying than any I could
have ever imagined. The only thing keeping me sane was the very thing
that kept me slaved to her. I had no way to express them. I was myself,
but with no existence as myself.

"This makes you happy."

A sense of contentment came over me. My moans and whimpers of sexual
arousal grew louder and more enthusiastic. Now I love touching my tits.
I adored how it made me so wet.

Oh God.

She was conditioning me. She was making me associate this with being
happy.

"Stroke your pussy."

I smoothly dipped a hand between my thighs. I panted again as my
fingers rubbed my clit. It was very wet and slick, and I felt myself
rise immediately.

For a moment, my movements faltered.

It was as if I had managed to resist her for a moment, like my mind
knew I should be utterly mortified and humiliated by being forced to
masturbate in front of the Velqui. The moment was fleeting, and it
ultimately had been in vain. When I tried again, nothing happened, as
if the slaving nano detected my attempt and adapted.

Had I been able to convey my thoughts to the world, I would have cried
at that point.

I was still rising. My fingers moved in a steady, unrelenting rhythm. I
was going to cum in a minute if she left me like this.

"Put your fingers in your cunt, little one."

In my ... but wait I ... /ahh!/

The pain was sharp, but brief, as was the stickiness on my fingers. I
slid them into myself, moaning loudly as I thrusted them in and out.
The stickiness was gone in seconds, diluted by my own moisture.

She ... she actually made me pop my own cherry.

"Cum for me, little one," said the Velqui. "It will be the happiest
moment of your life."

I masturbated in a frenzy, uttering little moans and whimpers as I rose
upwards. I strained just at the edge, my head tilting back, and then I
was cumming, and cumming /hard/. My pussy throbbed so intensely my hips
jerked with each one.

Wondrous contentment and happiness came over me! Each pulse of my pussy
brought me joy. I was in ecstasy. I was in a state of complete bliss. I
wished I could cum and cum and cum and never stop.

"And you will be very sad when it stops."

My orgasm was already fading when she spoke, and now my shoulders
slumped when I realized it would be over soon. I kept touching myself
to get it to continue, but it finally was spent. I moaned piteously.

"What do you want, little one?"

"I want to cum again," I heard myself say. "That makes me so happy. I'm
happy when I'm cumming. Please let me cum again."

How long had it been? Ten minutes? Fifteen? No more than that. A short
span of time and she had turned me into a mindless sex slave. Yet /not/
mindless. My name was Sarah. /My name was Sarah!/

"Is she slaved?"

My eyes never left my mistress even as she turned towards the other
Velqui as she approached. "I believe she is, yes. I have successfully
done some preliminary conditioning and was about to scan her."

"Let me have a look."

My eyes would not leave the first Velqui. She was my mistress. I did
nothing without her command. I could see the second one only on the
side of my vision as she looked over the shoulder of the first one.

"Interesting," said my mistress.

"It is not quite complete, is it?" said the other.

"It is a small anomaly."

"But significant, sister. She can think."

"Yes."

"She is unmarketable."

"I will take her anyway," said my mistress. "To study her. We may be
able to learn something from her."

"Will you keep her as your own slave, then?"

"Of course. She is quite pretty and desirable. And she can still be
conditioned. She can be my sex toy."

A sex toy.

That was what my life was going to be now.

I wasn't going to be a girl anymore. I wasn't going to be any of the
many careers I considered for when I grew up. That was going to be my
life now. A sex toy.

"You will enjoy your new life, little one," she told me.

I smiled at her.

"And you will always feel aroused at my touch."

She took my hand. I moaned softly. Before long, my pussy was wet and
aching again.

I looked up at my mistress with adoration as she turned towards the
other Velqui. "What did you learn from the research head, sister?"

My mother. She was talking about my mother. My hand reflexively
tightened around hers.

She turned back towards me. "Stroke yourself."

I traced circles around my clit with the fingertips of my free hand,
and panted lightly.

"We have been fortuitous," I heard the other Velqui say. "She has been
secretly under orders by the Terran High Command. This was a government
operation to find counter-agents to our nanotech from ruins of ancient
civilizations."

"My suspicious were correct. Well done, sister."

"Do we still leave her behind in light of this?"

"Yes. But have her mind-wiped. That will eliminate any knowledge she
has gained."

Oh my God! My mother! /MY MOTHER!/

"At once, sister."

The other Velqui left.

My mistress turned to me. "Make yourself cum."

I masturbated myself to another blissful, joyful orgasm. My cries were
happy ones.

My mistress smiled at me. "Come with me, little one. You have no more
cares or worries left now."

I sighed in contentment and smiled.

I followed her as she led me by the hand through the ship, her constant
touch keeping me in a heightened level of sexual excitement in
anticipation of my next sexual reward.

I could feel only what she wanted me to feel. I could do only what she
wanted me to do. Any thoughts, thoughts I should never have been
allowed to have in the first place, I had little choice but to keep to
myself. Nothing could get through the efficient, adaptive slaving
nanotech that now kept me an eternal prisoner in my own mind.

And yet, as I passed through the lock and into the Velqui ship, even as
I smiled and my eyes held a sultry, desirous look, a single tear rolled
down my cheek.



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