Author: Farleven
Title: To Serve Ania
Part: 1
Keywords: mc, nc, MF, FF, inc, tf

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To Serve Ania (mc, nc, MF, FF, inc, tf)
Farleven
May 2001
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Two uniformed men and a relatively conservatively dressed woman sat out 
on a sidewalk restaurant finishing up a late lunch.  The two men wore 
the uniforms of the Anian Occupation force, an all too common sight 
throughout the world since their arrival only a few months before.  The 
two men laughed and ate, enjoying the parading spectacle of people 
going about their business on this mid summer day.  It was comfortably 
warm, and that lent the two soldiers more than the occasional view of 
scantly clad women gliding past them.  There was no doubt in the eyes 
of every passerby just who those men were, and what they represented.  
Earth had fallen with only the most token of resistance, and now the 
Anians were slowly taking full control of the bountiful little blue 
green world and its population.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

/stop fighting/

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

/breath in the goo/

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

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

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

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

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

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

/And what does this master want?/ 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


***


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.


To Serve Ania (mc, nc, mf)
Part 4
Farleven
May 2001
http://www.angelfire.com/ct2/farleven/index.html

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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