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Saturday, July 31, 2004

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

Disclaimer: this story contains representations of graphic sex acts,
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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 , 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
angelfire/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

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Summary: Mary makes use of the services of a clinic that disciplines naughty boyfriends and husbands.
Keywords: F/M, spank, femdom
Author: Rickoh
Title: Mary, Mary

Mary, Mary (F/M spank)

"This is a series of photographs of an actual paddling at our
facility," Governess Alisha said. "This is the mildest discipline
that we administer. The standard dose is about thirty to thirty five
swats. The male is bent over across what we call the punishment
bench, and he is secured in place so that he can not move. Then the
discipline is administered."

Mary almost visibly trembled with excitement as she stared at the
photographs. The series showed action shots of the progression of a
paddling. The woman administering the discipline had her hair in a
ponytail, which showed obvious motion as she wielded the instrument.
She bent her knees as she propelled the swats into the bound
recipient. The photographs of her face showed lips pressed tightly
together in an expression of determination. The photographs of the
male's face showed wide eyes and a surprised, pained expression. The
pictures of his bared buttocks plainly showed the effects of the
expert woman's attentions.

"Uhm.. interesting," Mary replied, and turned the page of the album
to the following section.

"This next section shows some strappings. The instrument used is
called a tawse, and is very effective."

Mary gazed at the pictures of a serious-looking woman wielding the
tawse with obvious force. The recipient in this case displayed
clenched teeth and a contorted expression on his face. Other
pictures showed the progressive accumulation of strap marks on his
bared buttocks and further action shots of the governess wielding the
strap.

"A strapping ordinarily consists of fifty strokes. A more severe
strapping will have a hundred or more strokes, at our discretion."

Mary's hands visibly trembled as she turned the pages.

"What you see here is a caning. These are among the most severe
discipline packages we offer. The cane is a length of rattan. As
you can see, each stroke leaves a raised weal on the buttocks.
Canings are administered in sets of dozens. A caning of one-dozen
strokes is given after a preparatory paddling of twenty strokes.
When a caning of two or three dozen strokes is selected, we dispense
with the warm-up paddling."

Mary's breathing deepened when she saw the pictures of the
progression of a caning. The recipient's face showed his mouth wide
open, no doubt shouting from the acute sensation.

"As you will see when you turn the page, when a caning of more than
twenty four strokes is given, about half of the strokes are given on
top of previous ones, and are diagonally placed. This also has the
effect of intensifying the punishment."

Mary gazed for a while at the picture of the criss-crossed weals. "I
think I've seen enough. My mind is made up."

Alisha smiled inwardly. She had seen the reaction before, and knew
that she had a new customer. She was confident when she met the
spry, bright-eyed Mary, that the conclusion of their meeting would be
one or more sessions.

"When you make the appointment a non-refundable deposit of half the
fee is required," Alisha stated. "Also, we request that you
accompany him to the clinic on every visit."

"Will I get to watch him while, uhm..."

"We ask that you not observe the first discipline session. During
subsequent sessions, should they be required, you are welcome to view
the session from an adjoining private observation booth."

"Private?"

"If I may be very candid, some women find that observing the
administration of discipline is... highly erotic. Thus, the
privacy."

"Can you tell me more about the sessions..."

"When you bring your boyfriend or husband in for discipline, two
members of the staff take him to the asssigned room where his
treatment will take place. There are always two of the staff in
attendance at a session - the discipline administrator and a nurse.
The nurse also takes notes on any details of the session. The door is
then locked, and the male is to strip completely and position himself
bent over at the waist. The governess in charge then affixes his
bindings in place. She binds his wrists and ankles to the punishment
bench. Then she will cinch a binding strap around his waist to
assure as little movement as possible."

Alisha had Mary's wide-eyed attention.

"The nurse will record his pulse rate and temperature, after which
the governess initiates the prescribed discipline. The discipline
itself never requires more than a few minutes. Afterward, the nurse
will again record his pulse and temperature. The recipient must then
stay secured in position for ten minutes before being released."

"I can almost anticipate your next question," Alisha said. "Let's
see if I have it right - you want to know about the governesses on
the staff."

"That's amazing! How did you know?"

"You are far from the only one on your situation. After all, if
there were no demand for our services, we would not be offering
them."

Mary was releived to know that she was not alone.

"Back to your question about the staff. The governesses - those who
administer discipline - are very experienced at what they do. They
typically are employed part time by us, and may have part time
employment outside the clinic. They could be at the checkout counter
of the grocery store; they could be your hairdresser; a department
store clerk; a student at college - or a housewife."

A flash of insight came to Mary when she recalled her latest hair
appointment. A printed flyer had been left as a bookmark in a
magazine she was reading. She was about to discard it when the
wording caught her eye. 'Ladies: Discipline problems with your
husband/lover? Let us do it for you.' It went on to suggest that a
woman doesn't need to learn the complex art of administering
discipline, and that the staff at this clinic could assist, and gave
a phone number for more information and an interview. She
inconspicuously folded the ad and kept it. That led to the present
interview.

Now Mary wondered who had placed the ad where she found it - was it
one of the hairdressers, or was it a satisfied customer?

Alisha spoke again. "You may need some time to make a decision and
arrange things. Feel free to call the clinic if you have any
questions." She stood up, shook Mary's hand, and left.

The previous evening, Mary had told her boyfriend, Max, that she
wanted to break up. He, predictably, promised to treat her better -
as he had done several times before. She told him no, this is a
predictable pattern and the same thing will happen again in a couple
of months. After a long and sometimes heated discussion, Mary told
him that this time will be different, and that she will decide the
conditions under which she will keep seeing him, and to come over the
following evening and she will let him know.

When he did come over he was astounded when she outlined the terms of
staying together - he was to receive physical discipline at the
clinic, whenever she decided that he needed it. They discussed; they
argued; they talked. In the end, Mary stood firm and gave him twenty
four hours to agree to her terms, and even if he did, there would be
no sex until after the first appointment.

He reluctantly agreed, and Mary made an appointment for Max to be
paddled. She agreed that a dose of thirty five swats would be good.

Two days later they went through the clinic's main entrance and were
shown a small waiting room in which Mary would spend her time while
Max received his due. They were both excited for different reasons,
and both tried not to show their excitement. Max's was more
trepidation than excitement.

The door opened and two women told Max to come with them. His heart
pounded as he followed Nurse Sabina and Governess Kat. They went
into a rather large room, in the center of which was a padded
structure that was bolted to the floor. On each wall there were
several small windows which appeared to be mirrors. He noticed one
of the two video cameras inconspicuously mounted near the ceiling.

Nurse Sabina told him to strip completely. Kat had him bend over
across the punishment bench, and secured his wrists to each side of
the structure. His bared buttocks were well presented for what was
to come. Kat secured his ankles to the bench, and snugly cinched a
binding strap around his waist.

Max's mouth went dry. He didn't know quite what to expect, and the
inevitability of the situation became clear as he realized he would
have to take all the punishment that Kat was to give him.

The governess retrieved a hardwood paddle and stood in front of him
while Nurse Sabina recorded his pulse. The nurse went behind him and
inserted a rectal thermometer.

Max wondered how hard Kat would spank him. He looked at his spanker
- she appeared to be in her mid twenties, and dressed in ordinary
street clothes - a short dress and sandals. Her medium length dark
hair was in a ponytail, and her full lips betrayed no emotion.

Kat then slowly paced around the room while Max retained the rectal
thermometer. Kat knew that there were observers in some of the
booths - probably new applicants in training for governess positions.
This was becoming very popular and there was always an oversupply of
women wanting to be hired there.

Kat always experienced sexual excitement from wielding the paddle and
strap. She felt fortunate that her current boyfriend accepted
discipline from her. Not that he had a choice if he wanted to be her
boyfriend.

Nurse Sabina removed the thermometer, made a note, and stood before
Max, signifying that the discipline was to begin.

Kat took her place, spread her feet, slightly bent her knees and
touched the paddle against Max's exposed bottom to gauge her
position.

"Thirty five strokes is your prescribed punishment," Kat announced.
"We will begin now!"

Kat had done this countless times before. She kept her eye on the
recipient's bared bottom, drew the paddle far back, and swiveled her
hips as she expertly delivered the first swat.

A loud "whack!" reverberated through the room, immediately followed
by Max's exclamation of "UHHHHH!"

"One!" Sabina announced.

Kat counted to three, drew the paddle back again, and delivered the
second stroke.

Whack! "AUHHHHHH!" "Two!"

Whack! "OWWWW!" "Three!"

Max was bewildered by the intensity of the hot stinging sensation all
over his buttocks. Each paddle stroke had a cumulative effect, and
added to the one before it.

Whack! "AHHHHHHH!" "Four!"

Whack! "OWW! NOT SO HARD!" "Five!"

Mary sipped coffee in the small waiting room and absent mindedly
flipped through a magazine while Max was being paddled. She wondered
about several things - how Max was taking it; whether it would do any
good; if the session she chose was either too severe or not severe
enough. There was one thing that occupied her mind above all else -
she wanted to observe Max getting it. While she did not acknowledge
any erotic stimulation from this, she did wonder about the twinges
she felt between her legs, and dismissed those to general excitement.
Meanwhile, the paddling relentlessly continued.

Whack! "NO MORE! NO MORE! PLEASE STOP!" "Eighteen!"

Whack! "STOP! JUST FOR A MINUTE!" "Nineteen!"

Whack! "UHHHH! PLEASE! PLEASE STOP!" "Twenty!"

Max had never gone through anything like this before. Every swat of
the paddle seemed hotter than the one before. His buttocks felt
ablaze. And she keeps hitting me! Why can't she stop for a minute?
Why does she have to paddle so hard? ...

Whack! "AAAAAAAAAH!" "Thirty one!"

Kat readied the next swat. Four more and it'll be over. I wish I
could go on longer with this one. The way he carries on makes my
work worthwhile. And he's got to take every last swat I give him.
I'd better make the rest of them really count for something. I love
it. Unhhh...

Whaaaack! "OWWWWW! AAAAUGH!" "Thirty two!"

Whaaaack! "NO! NO! STOP!" "Thirty three!"

Whaaaack! "PLEASE! MERCY! AAAAH!" "Thirty four!"

Whaaaack! "AAAAAAAAUGH!" "Thirty five!"

Kat hung the paddle on the wall and watched as Sabina again inserted
the rectal thermometer and recorded the pulse of the bound male.
Then for the remainder of the ten minutes she paced around the room.

Max looked visibly shaken when Kat and Sabina returned him to the
room where Mary waited. Without a word, she got up, took his hand,
and they left.

That evening they had an especially intense lovemaking session, and
Mary was satisfied for a few weeks. Characteristically, old patterns
set in again, and Max backslid into his prior mode of behavior.

Mary dreaded having to confront the problmems in the relationship,
but decided that if it was not going to work, she should know before
any long term commitments. She told Max that he would have to
receive another discipline session or not see her again. They argued
for a while, and he reluctantly agreed to a discipline session. Mary
chose the three-dozen stroke caning for Max, reasoning that a very
severe session would determine the direction of the relationship.
When she made the appointment she mentioned that she wanted to
observe the session.

They arrived together and were quickly led to a waiting room. As
soon as the nurse and Kim, the canemistress, led Max to the
discipline room, the receptionist escorted Mary to one of the many
observation rooms.

Mary, her heart pounding, locked the door to the small dark room and
seated herself on the padded bench provided for the observers. There
were two video screens in view in addition to the one-way window
through which she could see the entire room. Every sound from the
room came through the speakers. She wathed Max being secured into
place, and one of the video monitors focused on his bared bottom.
The other monitor took in the entire punishment bench from the front,
so she could see the governess administering as well as Max's facial
expressions.

Kim, a tall, slender blonde, appeared very young - as if still in
college. She had a small mouth with full red lips. She wore a white
blouse and her jeans came down just below her knees, nicely showing
off her calves and sandaled feet. She retrieved a straight rattan
cane and paced while the nurse was taking Max's temperature.

"Oh God," Mary said aloud to herself. Although she knew that Max was
going to be severely punished, she had to admit now that she was
highly stimulated by what she saw.

The nurse stood before Max. Kim ran her hand lightly all over Max's
bared buttocks for about a minute, as if gettting a feel for the
target area.

Then in a rather high but dominant voice, she announced, "Your
prescribed punishment today is thirty six strokes of the rattan cane.
It will be very severe, and you are likely to beg me to stop. It
will do no good to beg, however, since I will give you the entire
prescribed dose. We will begin now. Nurse, please count the
strokes."

Kim lightly tapped the rattan instrument several times on Max's bared
buttocks. A flick of her wrist and a swivel of her hips, followed by
the sound of a switch through the air, and suddenly a flash of pain
invaded Max's consciousness. The sharp pain, all across his
buttocks, intensified for a couple seconds and then peaked. As the
weal turned red, he cried out, "AHHHH!"

A few seconds later Kim placed another striation immediately next to
the first one.

Max's exclamation of "OHHHH!" filled the room.

Whippp! "AAAAUGH!" "Three!"

Mary watched with wide eyes; she couldn't get enough of the scene
before her. She had conflicting emotions about what she saw. Max
was, after all, her lover, but then he needed to learn a lesson.
This was very severe, and she felt for him, but she could not doubt
the effectiveness of the punishment. And, the tingling between her
legs got stronger with each passing moment, and was impossible to
ignore.

Max cried out with longer and more strident shouts as his punishment
progressed. As most do, he fervently begged Kim to stop. Only for a
minute, he pleaded. If only she wouldn't stike so hard, he was
convinced, he might be able to take it. But Kim's arm relentlessly
applied the sleek cane as she had done countless times, without
stopping, and each stroke was accurate and effective as the previous
one.

When Kim had applied half the allotment, she placed subsequent
strokes diagonally across his buttocks. The sudden intensity of each
flash of pain from the intersecting striations convinced Max that he
could not endure Kim's administration of discipline. He begged her
to stop; he shouted that he could not take it. Kim had heard this
litany over and over, and paid no heed as she continued to apply the
overlapping stripes.

Mary could stand it no longer, and breathlessly shoved her hand
inside her damp panties. She was taken aback at the profuse cream
she encountered. She kept her gaze upon Kim's dispassionate and
relentless caning of Max's bound buttocks and the intersecting
striations, and used her slippery cream as a lubricant. It took
scarcely a half minute for Mary to climax. By then Kim had applied
the full measure of discipline to Max, and the nurse inserted the
rectal thermometer. Mary felt her whole body blush from the
afterglow of her orgasm, and stared into the room through the one-way
window. She knew she had to seriously think about what she had seen
that day.

Three weeks later, she waited nervously after dialing the telephone.
"Alisha, this is Mary - you may remember that I brought Max in for a
session recently. I - I'd like to talk to you about working there...
Oh, thank you! No, I don't mind - I admit I have a lot to learn...
Twenty five hours a week. Thank you... I'm looking forward to
starting there. I'll be there!"

"I can't take this anymore," she said aloud after she hung up the
phone. She hurriedly yanked down her panties and took them off, then
hiked her dress up above her naked hips. She reclined on the sofa
and splayed her legs. Her head back, she closed her eyes and
visualized herself in the discipline room at the clinic, a rattan
cane in her hand, administering stroke after stroke on the bared
buttocks of the captive male. Her fingers worked feversihly on her
slippery womanhood. In her fantasy she saw the angry red striations
appear on her target as the nurse dispassionately counted the
strokes. Flashes of light intruded on her fantasy scene when her
orgasm took hold and wrenched her insides.

The following day she stepped inside the clinic and began her
training.


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