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This is my second "public" story - thanks to all who provided feedback on my
first effort. As should be obvious, this is a work of fiction and bears no
resemblance to reality. If you are offended by mature themes, or if you are too
young to read this, then do not read it. Permission is granted to archive this
on any free site so long as you let me know you are doing so and include the
title and author attribution.
Bassae 2: Take Me Out to the Ball Game
By cvn88
Kris logged off the Internet and shut down the computer. She had been
checking the backlog of messages from the various mailing lists she subscribed
too, but it was almost midnight and she still had weeks worth of messages to go.
She couldn't really believe it had been so long since she'd checked up on
everything, but the sheer volume of messages was proof of it.
The last thing she'd read had been a short, short story from the TGF list
by a recent delurker. It dealt with a cloud that turned men into female sex
slaves of some evil dark lord. While not bad, the story showed signs of being by
a new author, and as she read it she had idly wondered if there would ever be a
follow-up and if she could provide feedback. Well, that could wait until the
next time she checked the list, after all, there was no sign this delurker had
ever bothered to provide feedback to anyone else.
As she turned from the computer she noticed the TV was on. "That's
strange, I don't remember moving the TV into the computer room." Nevertheless,
there it was, and it looked like there was some sort of baseball game on. Kris
liked baseball, in fact, she thought with a smile, when she played she was...
wait, girls played softball, not baseball, but she was sure she played baseball.
No matter. She turned the sound up to see who was playing and what the score
was.
The announcers' voices came over the air as they described the game. "It's
getting on to the late innings on an overcast night here, and Johnson is
pitching a gem of a game, especially considering he was pressed into service
unexpectedly when Mullaney never showed up at the stadium tonight. Still no word
on his whereabouts, by the way. And that pitch is driven into centerfield, but
it's caught well short of the track. Johnson looks like he might be able to
complete this one, right Pat?"
"That's right, Bobby. The only thing he has to worry about is the weather,
as it looks like we have some fog rolling in." At that point the camera located
behind home plate panned upward and showed a thin but rolling white fog slowly
descending toward the stadium.
For some reason Kris shuddered when she saw the shot of the fog on her
screen. "No, No. That's not right. That shouldn't be there. All those people."
As she muttered to herself the screens witched to a shot of the crowd,
even as the first announcer declared, "And as Scott fouls the first pitch off,
we have the official attendance, 43,852 people, nearly a record for the stadium,
enjoying the best performance of Johnson's long career. And that pitch is popped
up a mile high, a real can of corn there... and it almost reaches into the fog
before Daniels is able to snag it behind the mound. Wow, that fog sure is coming
in quick, I think they may have to halt this game."
Again the camera panned, showing the fog now about to engulf the upper
deck of the stadium, Kris was practically plastered to her TV screen.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO! Stop it. Get out of there! Get out!"
But of course nobody at the stadium heard her cries and she could only
watch in horror at what followed. For as the fog reached the seats, the
spectators -changed-. Starting in the nose-bleed seats and proceeding down tot
he field boxes, male fans seemed to "wink-out" for the briefest of moments, and
when they reappeared they were naked, and definitely no longer male. In fact,
each had been transformed into a long-haired, voluptuous woman, and immediately
began fondling their huge breasts with one hand and slipping the fingers of
their other hand into the wet, clean-shaven pussies.
The female fans also "winked-out" but when they returned they were still
female. Rather than being naked and horny, they were dressed in what appeared to
be a version of ancient Roman armor, with breastplates covering white tunics, a
short red skirt, some type of shin-guards apparently of the same material as the
breastplate, and boots. At their waist they wore a scabbard and short sword, and
they stood at rigid attention, their bald heads glistening and reflecting the
stadium lights.
As for the children, they disappeared but apparently never came back.
Kris was now sobbing almost uncontrollably, but found herself unable to
look away from the TV, which continued to show shots of the crowd being
transformed. She heard, but barely registered, the horror-stricken voices of the
announcers. "Oh my God! What the hell is going on out there? Can you guys in the
truck hear me? Dear lord, we have to get out of here. Get out of the way Pat!
Damn it Pat, move or else... Oh God it's too late, it' ... wonderful. Oh yes,
Yes, YESSSS! Oh it feels so good. I'm ready Master! Take me, let me serve you!
Oh YESSSSS!"
Back at home Kris again screamed "NOOOOOOOOO...
"...OOOOOO!" She awoke with a start, quickly looking around her, seeing
that all was normal, as it should be. It was only a dream, in fact, the same
nightmare she'd had several times recently. There was no TV, no baseball game,
and no fog turning thousands of men and women into slaves.
"Thank the Master," she sighed, for though a Bassae was loyal, she could
be jealous of her position.
As she arose, she glanced around the small chamber. The room could hold
all the Bassae in existence, all eight of them. One of her sisters was sleeping,
three were prettying themselves in case the Master summoned them, and two others
were nibbling at some food. The last must be with the Master. Near the door
stood two of the Master's female soldiers, the Endava, their presence merely
symbolic, as none but the Master's slaves could be here - wherever here was.
But that didn't really concern her. Nothing but serving the Master had
concerned her since that night when, driving to the stadium to make -his- first
start, -he- had driven -his- family through some wispy fog and become Bassae.
Luckily the Master had summoned her immediately, before her SUV crashed, as her
attention was most definitely not focused on driving. She neither knew nor cared
what became of her wife and son, though she assumed her wife was Endava.
Rather, she reveled in the fact that she was one of only a few privileged
to serve the Master, who had only recently broken free of his ancient prison and
was still recovering His strength. Eventually, as He grew stronger, he would
flood the world with His influence, and Bassa clouds would appear with much
greater frequency. Some day, He would rule the world, as was His right and
destiny. Then all would serve him, as Bassae or Endava or as subject peoples who
voluntarily swore allegiance, and she would be just one among many, singing His
praises and longing for His touch. She might even be given as a gift to a loyal
servant. But for now, she thought with a smile, she was one of but a few, and
thus was summoned frequently to serve Him, a situation which she hoped would
continue for as long as possible.
Comments? Criticism? Anecdotes about your experiences with/as a Bassae or
Endava? Why not let me know.
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