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Disclaimer: this story contains representations of graphic sex acts, if you find such material objectionable or you are not an adult do not read any further. This story may be archived or distributed through a web site only so long as the site is not commercial, and this notice is left intact and unaltered. I also ask that I be contacted before the story is posted. I write these stories for personal enjoyment and for the comments. If there's something you think I need to work on or something you like please let me know. Flames will of course be ignored. To Serve Ania (mc, nc, mf, tg) Farleven 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 the Earth's 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 haired, 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 brunette about to walk past their seats. "I like your 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 puss' 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 taut 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 remembered 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 remembered 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. 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 shw 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 commander 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 remembered 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 coursing through her brain and she drifted off to another contrived reality. She steeled 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 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 had 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 see