Chapter 3:
Mistress walked me back to the sickbay room. She said soon I could sleep
in her room at the foot of her bed, but first they had to monitor my
transformation in sickbay. This time I felt no shame as passing crewmen gazed at
me; I could feel their appreciation and desire. I did not wonder what
differences there could be between the original drones and modern humans. I
would find out as I experienced it. They could turn me into a fish so long as I
got to sleep near Mistress.
As we got closer, I noticed details I had overlooked earlier when I had
been caught up with my inhibitions, I was becoming more sensitive to my
surroundings; odors, sound and vibrations were as clear to me as sights. Free of
those inhibitions, I noticed details such as a blue strips along the walls
within the Medical Sections, and Yellow along corridors devoted to other
Sciences. It seemed cooler and less humid in the hallway, yet I did not feel
uncomfortable. I knew we were approaching sickbay by the smells emanating from
it. Coming to the nurse's station, they all greeted me, but not verbally, unless
they were busy or far away. Each nurse petted me on my sex, breasts, or some
other body part as I walked by. It seemed the proper way to be greeted and I
enjoyed their caresses.
I saw diagrams on the wall at every corner, that obviously represented
sickbay. I could see the room I'd been in and two others just like it. Each one
had symbols indicating the beds. I knew now which way to go and walked ahead.
Coming to the door, and entering I saw Tina stretched out like I had been, her
face buried in a bowl. Bringing her greasy mouth up from her licking, she said
"You must have really had fun." Looking down at myself, I realized I smelled of
sex even more than before. Still the smell seemed normal, I didn't feel dirty.
Instead of speaking, I somehow exuded a scent that said "Mistress fucked me
good."
Mistress came up behind me, lightly popping me on the ass, and said "Go
on, get on the bed. It's time to eat." Suddenly thinking about my body, I felt
flushed and queasy, it seemed I could feel myself changing and growing minute by
minute. I got up on it; stretching out prone, the bed adjusted to me again.
Lying down felt different, I didn't have to strain as much to keep my head up. I
think I was getting more limber already. Mistress brought me a bowl, and I
noisily joined Tina in slurping it down. A naked drone has no need of table
manners.
Mistress moved behind me and massaged me again. I paid no attention to
her as I rooted in the bowl. She only used a little bit of lotion. My skin just
seemed to become sleek as she massaged, and gleamed in the light from overhead.
My skin seemed to secrete as required. In the water I'd felt slimy like a fish,
but had dried out as I walked back. After I finished eating, Mistress left,
turning on the sun lamp. Tina and I just lay there open and wordless, we both
smelled content and happy, we had no need to say more. Several hours later, all
the lights dimmed, and I slowly went to sleep. As I drifted off to sleep, I
wondered: would Tina belong to Mistress too? I liked her taste, and wanted her
to sleep on Mistress's floor with me, both of us entwined together.
I spent most of the next several days on the sickbay bed; my body was
growing and changing, and I spent much of the time napping under the sunlamps.
Weird sensations ran through my body as I felt my torso lengthen. I was not
really in pain, but the feelings bothered me and I spent most of my time
writhing and twisting -- trying to scratch my ‘itches'. Whenever anyone would
come into the room, I would beg them to massage me -- their hands made it feel
better. I noticed I didn't need to dip my hands in my wet pussy to moisten my
skin, my pores oozed something slightly thicker than sweat, and my body became
slick and smelled musky like suntan oil as I ran my hands across it. I still
rubbed my hands through my pussy, just because it felt good.
I was lying there, sweaty and slippery, when the door suddenly opened.
Even though I had been halfway asleep, I didn't jump - I've gotten used to
strangers seeing me. My visitor was a crewman I hadn't seen before - wearing a
red uniform. Reaching to rub my pussy as he passed, he told me he was here to
fix a faulty circuit behind me and that he wouldn't bother me.
I certainly wasn't bothered - actually I was hot and bothered, but a
visitor definitely didn't disturb me. Tina was spending more time out of the
room - she was a few days ahead of me, and I was getting bored. He went to the
black panel behind me, and removed it and the opaque panel under it then reached
for some circuit boards in his pack. I got a new shock when I looked behind to
watch him- I could see another room through the opening - filled with chairs
like a classroom. And I could smell Mistress and the scents of many people I
couldn't identify there.
She had told me much about the ship, but wouldn't answer questions about
the black panels. She'd just smile and shrug. Obviously they had watched me from
the moment I got here. As I thought about it, in some bizarre way, instead of
shocking me more, it turned me on - not to mention I was horny anyway. Except
for the medical exams, no one had truly fucked me or stuck anything into me.
Mistress had gotten into a habit of regularly masturbating me or allowing me to
pleasure myself against her; but it just wasn't as satisfying as a good
animalistic doggy fuck.
So I showed off to my visitor - I raised myself higher than ever, and
made sure he knew my skin wasn't the only thing slippery and sweaty. It thrilled
me even more to think about him doing me. He was a complete stranger, and if he
had've jumped up and humped my ass, I would have howled like a bitch wolf in
heat. I knew he knew what I was doing, he kept looking back at me, but he just
frustrated me more when he got ready to leave. Instead of getting up to fuck me,
he just reached out to stroke my pussy. I knew I had truly become a shameless
submissive naked creature when it took less than a half dozen strokes for him to
get me off.
Mistress finally took me to meet the other drones after a few days. She
surprised me by firmly clamping her hand under my sex as we walked into the
hallway. I had completely forgotten about clothes, and Mistress rarely walked me
with her hand anymore. I had begun to wander the ship, freely accepting my
position; even thinking about meeting my mother again and that both of us lying
naked together did not bother me. No one paid any attention to me or my lack of
clothes except when I wandered too close to areas I wasn't supposed to go. Not
having to worry about what to wear before going out had become an amazing
liberating feeling.
Mistress almost forced me down the hall, her hand sending pain/pleasure
stabbing up my spine. We walked out of sickbay and to a lift near the center of
the ship. Forcing me in, we went down a number of floors. Stopping on what must
have been only one or two decks from the bottom, Mistress walked me out onto a
hallway that seemed to stretch up and down the ship forever. I could barely see
each end, and saw doors on either side every forty or fifty feet. I realized the
ship must be huge - of course I'd never seen all of it or a plan except for the
diagram of sickbay.
Mistress walked me down the hall, firmly again and to one of the doors.
Shifting her grip on me, and digging deeper into my holes, Mistress touched a
panel to open the door, and very firmly walked me in, forcing me to tilt my
pelvis forward and arch my back, bending my head and shoulders back up. Entering
the room I immediately felt ten or twelve pairs of eyes look up from me. Looking
around, I could see the room was huge - maybe forty feet square with a shallow
pool across the far end. The pool was two or three feet deep and raised up like
an old Earth above ground pool. There was a ledge around it wide enough for
several to lie side by side on, the only furniture in the room was a few
cushions near the walls.
As everything sank in, I could see the eyes all belonged to naked drones
like me. They lounged all over the room, some lying on the cushions, others
floating in the pool or sunning themselves beside it, the rest lying on the
floor. They all had long, sleek, gleaming, hairless bodies - even the men with
their erect cocks and full balls had not a bit of hair except on their heads.
Gazing at all of them lying there, I realized how little humanity we had left.
We were primal creatures, every pore of our bodies screamed sex, submission, and
arousal.
Mistress bent me forward as most of them started to rise and come
towards me. The pecking order of the group was obvious to me as they jostled for
position in the line to greet me. I knew I would be close to the bottom, and
would submit as Mistress bent me over and pulled my head up. I desperately
wanted to submit, allow my pent-up nature out and feel the freedom and security
that came from giving myself and my will completely to others.
The first too reach me was a male with an incredibly long cock. As he
stopped in front of my face he stroked my lithe body. Letting my hands dangle
helplessly, I opened wide, and took his member all the way to the hilt. I let it
move in and out of my throat as he swayed back and forth in front of me. After a
number of strokes he pulled out, and I sucked his balls into my mouth. Leaving
them, I licked as far under him as I could - he felt my tongue and turned
around, letting me taste and sniff his ass.
Moving away too soon, he strolled to the pool and laid down, letting the
dominant female have her turn with me. As I extended my long neck, reaching for
her, she turned around and presented herself to me. It took no prompting for me
to bury my face in her wet sex to familiarize myself with her odor. As I licked,
others came close and began stroking and petting me all over. My tongue wandered
all over her, moving from her slick mound up to her puckered and crinkled anus.
Her smell, which would have repulsed me years ago, just urged me further into a
sex crazed animal existing only to please.
I slithered, wiggling from side to side, as the other sub-alpha drones
gathered close, touching both me and the alpha female all over. As I felt hands
rub my belly, my breasts, my back, over my long neck and my larynx, into my cunt
and ass hole, I kept my face on her sex until I brought her to a small orgasm.
Pulling away and leaving me to taste the others, she moved to lie beside the top
male. After I lost count of the bodies I'd kissed, Mistress pulled her hand from
me and slap-petted me towards the center of the room. The alpha pair beckoned
me, I was so aroused and randy, I dropped to my knees and crawled on my belly to
them.
Reaching them, I extended myself prostrate in front of them, awaiting
their approval. The female - we needed no names, smell and taste identify each
of us better than names ever could, caressed my hair and face while the male
moved behind me. He grasped me by my hips, reminding me that anyone could master
me with a touch and that I would shamelessly do whatever they wished. Grabbing
my upper torso with his hands, and biting me on the neck, he roughly turned me
around like a horse to face the door.
I saw Mistress and all of the nurses from sickbay standing there, their
eyes staring at me, watching me be taken like the bitch in heat that I was.
Pulling me up by my arms, he thrust into me with one long smooth stroke. I
started coming right then, thoughts of being fucked in public while surrounded
by other drones filled my mind. A primal scream escaped my lips as he savagely
pumped in and out of me. Sweat poured from me as I came again and again. He
fucked me forever; I spiraled higher and higher, as he fucked me beyond the
limits of my endurance, teaching me what it truly meant to be a submissive mount
forced to continue until my rider allowed me to rest.
As he viciously came into me, and pulled out, I could only lie there
panting with exhaustion as Mistress and the other nurses smiled at me. I lay
there stretched out, arms at my sides gazing at my new Mistresses; primal
thoughts of sex and when they would allow me to have pups the only things
running through my mind. Unable to even twitch a muscle, I fell asleep to the
sounds of the other drones fucking in various combinations. I awoke in the
middle of the night to find my Mistresses gone and several other drones nudging
me, ready for another round.
A pussy was forced into my face; recognizing it as belonging to the
alpha female, I covered it with my mouth, thrusting my tongue deep into it and
across her clit. I felt someone climbing atop my back, and I shifted, bending my
knees to allow him to control me and give him access to my sex. I felt his cock
stab towards my ass instead of my pussy; I just arched my back a bit more and
allowed him to sink it deep into my nether hole.
I immediately knew the cock thrusting into me did not belong to the
Alpha male; it's owner did not drive with the same overpowering dominance. He
was not as demanding and allowed me some control of the urgency to our fuck. We
both wanted it to be a slow fuck that built to an intense orgasm. As I ran my
tongue up and down the pussy before me, I swiveled my hips as I bobbed under my
lover. Instinctively I was able to coordinate both actions simultaneously
driving both of them to the edge.
After endless time had passed and the female before me was screaming "No
More! No More! Make me Come!", I felt my own orgasm begin. As I redoubled my
efforts to bring them off, I reveled in the feeling of being the raw yielding
meat to this sandwich. I felt truly submissive, I would gladly lick her ass in
the mornings with my tongue, yet somehow my submissiveness gave me some raw
powerful feeling. I intensified my movements, clamping down on the cock in my
ass, and concentrated my tongue on the clit I felt in my mouth.
I writhed on the floor in my orgasm, my mouth drinking the cum pouring
from the cunt in front of me, and my ass milking the cock inside it until there
was no more to give. They pulled away from me, unable to take any more. I
continued writhing on the floor - a naked endless fuck machine - while two more
came up to mount me. This continued on and on until finally my last two partners
and I fell asleep entwined together like pretzels glued together with our
juices.
I slept until late in the morning, my only dreams of being savagely
fucked over and over, when Mistress came back to take me away. Mistress woke me
up, shaking my sticky body. As I shook the sleep from my eyes, it occurred to me
that I had no concerns about where I'd fallen asleep. I dove into the pool,
making a quick pass to the opposite side and back to cleanse some of the cum
from my body. Pulling my head out of the water at the front edge to look at
Mistress, I smelt the pungent odor of raw fish which she had brought with her.
It would have repulsed me before but somehow now it only make me realize how
hungry I was.
I knelt up at the edge of the pool, my body undulating against the
others. We moved as one body, each of us aware of the touch of naked bodies
against our own. Mistress and several other Eridani's threw the fish to us; we
bobbed like trained seals to catch all we could. I caught all I could with my
mouth, gulping them down whole until my taunt belly noticeably swelled. After we
were fed, Mistress walked me back to sickbay. I walked with a new swivel to my
hips, showing everyone my bulging full belly and freshly fucked sex.
A day later, Mistress found a new way to strip me of more of my
humility, humanity and shame. She came and got me and took me across her lap
like a little girl about to be spanked. She reminded me how much stronger she is
in upper body strength as she laid me across her lap, stroking me like a puppy,
and spreading my checks. I felt an enema nozzle enter me and warm water start to
flow.
I'd gotten used to them, I rarely had normal bowel movements - I was
usually flushed out, but it seemed weird to lie across Mistress while my tummy
filled up to overflowing. She kneaded and stretched me to keep me from cramping;
I kept expecting to feel it drain back out but that never came. When I thought I
was going to explode, Mistress said "OK, we've got to leave it in a while,
there's some medicine in it you've got to absorb."
That statement sank into my brain with abstract horror, but I could only
lie there as Mistress brought out a butt plug with some sort of rubber seal on
it and shoved it up my butt. I felt my anal muscles lock around it and no matter
how much my muscles pushed involuntarily, it wouldn't come out. I felt like I
was about to burst, the fluid stretched my body until I was uncomfortable and
sweating like a pig.
The water jostled against my insides when Mistress slapped me on my
asscheek to get off her lap, and stand up. Mistress walked to the door and
motioned for me to follow. It filled me with new horror to think about following
her out into the ship in my current state, but I just waddled out the door.
Looking down, I could see my belly looked like a balloon; I felt helpless and
weak. I desperately wanted to expel the fluid, even out in the hallway, but no
relief was in sight.
Soon it became difficult for me to walk and Mistress had to guide me
with a hand clasped against my ass. I had gotten used to walking with a wider
stance-- I liked the feel of air against my bare pussy as well as displaying
myself, but now I really had to waddle as I felt the water slosh inside me.
Mistress would stop me every few minutes to massage my stomach from my pussy up
to my breasts. The massages eased my cramps, I just felt like a human balloon
floating along on the end of a rope. If not for her hand guiding me, I would've
just laid on the floor, unable to move. The other crewmembers took pity on me,
and some of them walked for short ways with us, touching and reassuring me as I
walked.
She took a long path, I'm sure just for my sake, and finally we got to
another nurse's station, this one in the middle of a bunch of diagnostic rooms
and labs. On the grueling walk there, I'd forgotten about humiliation or shame a
long way back. All I could think about was the feelings coming from my belly.
They took over my entire existence, nothing else mattered as I stood whimpering
and crying at the discomfort.
Mistress left me standing there for an unbearable time while she talked
and gossiped with the nurses. As I stood there on wobbly feet, I began moaning.
I'd discovered that passersby would be more likely to massage my belly before
going on if I moaned loud enough. The bloated feelings were so bad, I didn't
care where I was, and their hands made it better. I tried rubbing myself, but
after a while just let my arms stick out by my sides and let others rub me.
Finally Mistress and one of the other nurses came back to me and lead me
down another hall. After not as long but still as torturous trip we came to
another lab. As I was shown into it, I hoped to find a toilet but no such luck.
They moved me to a circular frame in the middle of the room surrounded by
strange equipment. They stood me on a platform inside the frame, and closed bars
that crossed over parts of my body.
One set locked my feet into place, and supported them firmly. Another
set came across my thighs just below my pelvis. My hands were locked into holes
in this bar. Another set came across my shoulders above my breasts, and extended
upwards and held my head bend backwards 90 degrees. All I could see was the
ceiling.
Mistress stroked me to calm me a bit then the frame started rotating
forward. It moved, lifting me with it until I was prone, supported by the bars
with my torso open to the air on all sides. As soon as I was suspended prone in
midair, it rotated sideways until I faced the side wall of the room. I was left
hanging there a few minutes, then I saw and hear machinery move in to place
around me, and pass over my body.
As I hung there, I could hear humming coming from the machine as it
passed over me. Mistress told me it was doing a detailed scan to make sure
everything was OK. Finally after ten minutes, the machine moved back out of the
way as I moaned loudly that my stomach hurt - I couldn't take any more. Mistress
told me I had to hold on a while longer.
I managed to stay calm for a little while. Soon, though, I was twisting
and writhing within the frame as I moaned. It was frustrating to hang there
within the frame; no matter how much I squirmed I could not rub against anything
to relieve my discomfort. The frame supported me perfectly, but left my torso
hanging in midair. All I could do was endure the throbbing pain in my bondage.
Soon the ache in my belly grew until nothing else existed in my consciousness.
Although the actual amount of discomfort stayed the same, like Chinese
water torture, it irritated my mind more and more. My moans grew louder and
louder. For the first time, I pleaded with Mistress, sobbing and babbling:
"Please! Please! Mistress! I can't stand it anymore! Please pull it out and let
me expel. Please!" All my remaining modesty was forgotten in my undeniable urge
to relieve my discomfort. My cries degenerated into incoherent meows. In my
distress, even the ability to talk was lost momentarily-- unless I concentrated,
all I could do was moan and whimper.
Mistress came over in front of me, and I looked up pleadingly into her
eyes, my head bent back and my body still held rigid with my hands at my sides.
Mistress soothed me, telling me she'd allow my bowels to expel soon, but first
she teased me. I began crying, saying I'd do anything, I'd be her naked slave
forever if only she'd release my fluids.
She teased me more, saying "Really, what exactly would I do". The words
came out without thinking as I found my voice: "Yes, I'm a slave. I'm only a
naked pet. Eridani's are people. I'm just a naked pet to please my Mistress and
owner." I felt good to say what I'd been thinking for days. I realized I wanted
to think of myself as Mistress's pet; I wanted her to take care of me, to take
away the confusion and insecurity I felt before on Earth. Mistress reassured me,
telling me it would be OK, as the frame began rotating sideways again until my
feet faced the door.
It then rotated upwards, raising me until I was on my feet again. It
continued moving, rolling me over onto back until I hung parallel to the ground
again, face up. Mistress moved beside me, petting my stomach and groin, as
something moved up under my behind. She reached under me, telling me to hold it
a few more minutes and grabbed the plug in my ass.
My anus stretched even wider as she pulled, then I felt something like a
funnel push up and seal against my hole. Mistress massaged my sides and belly
very firmly now, telling me I could let go now. I practically exploded. I felt
more of my self-consciousness flee as I expelled the contents of my bowels. All
the previous times they'd flushed me out, it had been through a hose sticking
into me. This was like I was sitting on a toilet right in front of Mistress, and
it was another part of me that wasn't secret anymore.
Mistress continued rubbing my tummy, as I felt like I was dumping my
entire insides. As she soothed me, I strained to reach her with my mouth - I
wanted to kiss her and show my gratitude. The funnel pulled away, then the frame
rotated again until I was upright again. Mistress moved behind me and washed my
entire backside, cleaning my anus for me. I arched my back to make sure she
could reach more easily.
When she finished, the bars holding me in place moved away releasing me.
I felt weak and had to grab onto Mistress to keep from falling. She quickly
supported me between the legs with one hand, and steadied me with the other on
my hip. She walked me back to bed, telling me the whole way how good of a girl
I'd been. Mentally I translated 'girl' into 'drone' - I truly did not think of
myself as human anymore.
Mistress helped me back up onto the bed, then gave me a bowl of some
soft of sweet smelling soup to drink. She said it would help me feel better. I
instinctively lapped it up with my tongue. As I drank it, Mistress pulled out
her clipboard computer and showed me the results of my scan, that completed
processing while we walked back. It looked sort of like a color X-ray, except it
showed my entire body, and parts could be removed to highlight what part of me
you wanted to see: Bones, organs, nerves, muscles, etc. She showed me the extra
vertebrae I now had, and how that made me more limber. She pointed out new
webbing between my fingers and toes and other things I can't remember. All the
changes confused me, but I liked my new body when she overlaid it with my old
one to show the differences.
[ Head Nurse Oktanawa's private log:
The enema really did have to stay in for the long walk to the Scan Lab;
the isotopes within the injection take time to circulate throughout her system.
Although I'm not normally cruel, the wait afterwards was not medically
necessary, but I'm found it serves as a final ordeal to remove the subject's
humanity. She'd not human anymore, she's now one of the drones she's descended
from, and the torture of waiting breaks those last few thin strands holding her
to humanity. It works pretty good, she reacted like a family pet to my
attentions on the way back to sickbay. I believe she suspects that she is
legally property that can be sold; soon I will tell her pedigree and ownership
papers will be transfered to my name and that she will legally be owned by
myself.
]
After I had been in sickbay a week more, I spendt more and more time out
among the other drones or the crew. By then they let me move about on my own,
walking nude among the uniformed crew no longer bothered me much. I still kept
looking down at myself all the time-- acutely aware of my nudity, but it didn't
bother me to walk down a hall knowing I was bare for all to see. I became
familiar to many of the crew, and I felt like a little sister as they laughed
and played with me. I still had to sleep and rest most of the time in the
sickbay bed, but only at night and two or three hours after lunch.
I was lying bored on the bed, sunning under the lamps when Mistress came
in, holding something behind her back. Coming up to me, she said to raise my
head up high. Bringing her hands from behind herself, she showed me a thin black
collar made from an elastic plastic material. It was only 1/4 or 1/2 wide with a
single oval silver plate on the front. The plate had the first Eridani letters I
learned engraved on it, Mistress said it spelled my name; in the middle of it
was a small ring Mistress said was for a leash in case I ever misbehaved.
I shivered, grinning devilishly thinking of ways to be bad. She pulled
it down over my head, telling me I would sleep on the floor in her room that
night. I slept in her room most of the time after that; sometimes I just fall
asleep wherever I happened to be at night, but usually I sleep at the foot of my
Mistress's bed. The collar is the only thing I own, I've never taken it off, and
I've never wanted anything else except my Mistress. Actually it really belongs
to Mistress like me, I forget I can't own possessions, but I think of it as
mine. Thinking about it, I've had no belongings since I was brought her; they
took my clothes, of course, and even my jewelry. I never missed the jewelry,
after all my body is decoration enough. Strangely enough, I feel no need for
possessions, my needs are simple and I spend most of my free time fucking or
swimming. They placed a few mementos from my former life in the archives, I
visit there from time to time; I like to look at my old pictures then down over
my naked torso.
I liked the feel of the thin collar around my neck. It's elasticity make
it fit tightly, yet not impede my breathing nor my flexibility. I felt it
against my neck always, and it reminds me to keep my head high. It is a symbol
that I am a not a person, but a drone/slave/pet, whatever you want to call it,
meant to be on display and willing at all times. Most of all, it reminds me- I
belong to Mistress.
The thought that I am one of Mistress's belongings leads me to the
realization that all Eridani's are my masters. They are such good masters. They
never raise their voices needlessly, nor punish me unnecessarily. If I disobey,
they do not punish me without cause, they want to know what happened and why--
then they give me the discipline I crave. I always know what to expect, and it
leaves me free of worries or hang-ups about my life. My concentration is so much
better. I used to jump, startled out of my wits, at loud noises or if someone
surprised me. Now I just glance up briefly at the disturbance and then go back
to what I was doing.
For example, a few weeks after they released me from sickbay, and
allowed me more or less the run of the ship, I was on the floor in one of the
recreation areas, my head in a bowl, eating my supper. No one ever told me to
eat on the floor or even not to use my hands. The other drones simply eat
wherever, and it seems silly to use utensils - they're just another useless
trapping of my previous life.
Anyway, I was kneeling on the floor, eagerly licking my bowl clean, when
someone came in behind me. I only looked up to see who it was, never taking my
mouth from the food. It was a male Eridani, he came up behind me and reached for
my pussy. Keeping my head down, I bobbed my ass to make sure he rubbed the right
spot. He irritated me when he dropped his overalls, and prepared to enter me.
I'm open and willing, but please wait 'til I've finished my supper! When he
inserted himself, I clamped down and gave him the ride of his life, undulating
like a fish, with my mouth still in the food. Dawn may not have the intelligence
to be an Officer, but Dawn is captain of this ride!
He didn't last long, after all the Eridanis have better upper body
strength than me, but are no match for my leg and torso muscles. Later after I'd
finished eating, I crawled back to him and made up, leisurely sucking him off,
then treating him to a much longer and pleasant roller coaster ride. He's still
one of my favorite partners- I've fallen asleep on a recroom floor many times
after he was done with me, but he won't disturb my lunch again.
That story pretty much described my life for those next week weeks after
getting out of the sickbay. I was an always ready nude sex slave. No demands
were placed on me except to always be aroused and ready for sex with anyone and
anything. In stark contrast to most Earth culture, I was conditioned to expect
and enjoy any phyical contact or petting by anyone I met. I spent most of my
time eating, resting, sunning myself, or fucking. Much of the time I was lying
prone sucking something while enjoying the sensation of a cock or tongue on my
sex. My partners were the other drones and whichever crewmembers were offduty; I
enjoyed them all.
One morning Mistress found me, I think I had slept on the floor in a rec
room after being the focus of an orgy, and told me she had something to show me
and train me how to use. She brought a mass of black straps made out of the same
material as my collar with pieces of Velcro here and there. She ordered me to
come to her and started putting it on me: talking as she worked. She said it was
designed to let me carry tools without interfering with my natural functions as
well as provide a "saddle" on my upper back for a less capable swimmer to hang
onto when underwater.
As she fitted it onto me, she explained how to put it on. The straps,
starting at the velcro patch on my back, tightly crossed over my shoulders and
between my breasts, leaving them firmly held but completely open. The straps
continued across my upper torso, under the opposite breast and back to vertical
straps down my sides that connected to the patch. Another pair of straps started
from those vertical ones and crossed just below my belly button, joining
together there with a small triangle of velcro.
From there the straps separated again, and passed between my legs on
either side of my cleft, leaving it open. As soon as they passed between my
legs, they went up across my asscheeks to the straps down my sides, holding my
asscheeks open with their tension. Looking in the mirror, I could see that with
the harness on, my asscheeks were stretched open, and my anus and pussy were
even more obvious. From the front, my slit was very open, and from the back, you
could easily see my hairless asshole and my pussy if I tilted right. Another
thin strap connected those two coming up my asscheeks just above my ass to keep
them from slipping.
The harness fitted tightly against me, squeezing me but yet moved with
me not interfering with any of my mobility or flexibility. Even though I could
bend as I wished, its elastic tension made me want to walk with my back arched
and head high like the proud beast I am. Mistress guided me out into the hallway
with her hand on my lower back. With the harness, which did not obscure any
vital area of my body, I felt more naked than ever; yet it irritated me, and
made me feel self-conscious. It seemed a reminder that I did not miss wearing
clothes.
After a few minutes of walking, it became as natural was walking naked;
no one treated me any differently than if I were completely naked. Still I
disliked feeling it against my bare skin. Soon, I got excited when I realized we
were going to one of the recreation areas with a very large pool. As we walked
in, Mistress retrieved from a cabinet a narrow canister with a single strap and
a thin tube coming from the canister. She stripped down, then placed the
canister around her waist, inserting the end of the tube into her nose. She
ordered me into the water, then dive in after me.
I easily drove all the way to the bottom, and twisted around waiting for
her. She dove after me, signaling with a motion of her hand that I was not to
get so far ahead of her. She caught up with me and moved behind me, grasping my
shoulders and attaching a line from her belt to the patch on my back. She
straddled my shoulders, placing her legs at my sides. She nudged me to start
swimming, digging her toes into my belly to indicate the direction I was to go.
She grasped my breasts with her hands, and expressed her displeasure by pinching
them whenever I did not learn her signals and commands fast enough.
I swam effortlessly, almost unaware of the extra weight I carried on my
shoulders. She pushed me to the limits of my endurance, we did not come up for
air for close to a half hour. Even with the exertion of carrying Mistress, my
new body could easily swim that long on one lungful of air.
Finally we broke the surface, and I saw another Eridani standing there
watching us in the water. Mistress unclipped her line from me, and kicked to the
side while the other woman dove in. This other Eridani motioned for me to come
to her. After looking at Mistress I hestitately swam to her, confused. She did
the same thing Mistress did, clinging to my back except she did not have a air
bottle. I learned to allow myself to be ridden in the water by whomever was
there with me, and when to swiftly swim back up when my rider needed more air. I
even learned than in an emergency, I could do give her some of mine and still
make it back up to the surface.
After some more exercises, they both played with me for a while, and let
me pleasure them both. Finally Mistress ordered me out of the water, and back to
her quarters. As soon as I left the pool, I shrugged out of the harness leaving
it there on the floor for Mistress to pick up. A hollow quiet voice in the back
of my head said I should pick it up, but the new Dawn had no concern for objects
and ignored that voice.
Without waiting for Mistress, I started back to her quarters; by now I
knew how to find my way around the recreation areas very well. Looking behind
me, I saw Mistress and the other Eridani following-- while talking and laughing.
I was surprised to see them still nude. They caught up with me, and walked on
either side of me. They stopped from time to time and 'held hands' by grasping
my sex, and intertwining their fingers. As we walked, they crossed their hands
behind my back. The feel of their fingers massaging my lower back made me feel
wanted as I walked between them.
We came to Mistress's quarters and entered, the two of them still
laughing and giggling as they talked. They walked over to the kitchen area,
talking about what to eat for supper. I looked expectantly at them, hoping to be
fed, but Mistress only ordered me down on the floor. They ordered Earth chinese
food and beer from the food dispenser and took it over to the table. I looked up
at them eagerly again, still hoping to be fed. They just admonished me, telling
me to wait, so I curled up in a ball and contented myself by licking my pussy
and ass clean. They gave me a very flexible spine and a long tongue, Remember?
I saw a different side of Mistress as I watched them eat. They were
still laughing, while talking about how much they liked Chinese food from Earth.
They had ordered chopsticks from the dispenser, and each fed the other more than
herself as they sampled each other's dishes. Of course they dropped their food
often as they tried to figure out how to use chop sticks. Some of it fell onto
breasts or bellies, and they cleaned food off the other with their mouths and
fingers, lingering to sample other tastes.
Soon their hunger seemed saited, and they used the remants of supper on
each other. They would pour their drinks on each other's bellies, then lick it
up. Sauce from the meal got smeared on breasts, then loving licked off. Pieces
of meat and vegatables were stuffed into each other's pussy, and then literally
eaten out. Mistress's friend was lying splayed out in a chair, her legs wide
with Mistress between them, when Mistress suddenly looked up and brightly said
she had a great idea. I wondered what she had in mind as I was beginning to feel
left out.
Mistress got up from between her friend's legs and walked over to the
food dispenser, telling her friend to lie down on the floor. My ears pricked up
when I smelled the food Mistress ordered from the dispenser-- one of my
favorites. Along with the food, she got a plastic object which I didn't
recognize. It looked like a bowl, but it didn't have a bottom, and was warped
backwards into a U shape and came to a point on either end. Picking up the plate
of food and the plastic object, Mistress walked back over to the table and put
the food down. She knelt down between the legs of her friend, who by now had
laid down on the floor, with the object still in her hand. Her friend smiled
when she saw what Mistress had and spread her legs even wider as Mistress placed
it over her friend's pussy.
It fit perfectly against her sex, one end just above her clit, and the
other just below her asshole. I began to get excited as I realized what was
going on; Mistress ordered me to bring some pillows as she reached for the food.
She took the pillows I brought and placed them under her friends ass, raising it
higher than her upper body. Her friend was then literally stuffed with food from
the plate, and more was placed inside the dish around her pussy until I could no
longer see her shaved slit.
I thought this was a novel idea, and it took no prompting for me to dig
in with my tongue. Soon all the food was gone, even the pieces stuffed inside. I
continued lapping even when it was all gone, "just to make sure I licked the
dish clean", and Mistress's friend just lay there flat on her back and legs wide
quivering and moaning. After she started begging me to stop, Mistress grabbed
the dish, shouting "My turn!" as her friend just curled up into a ball on her
side, still moaning and writhing.
Still laughing, and obviously feeling the Chinese beer, Mistress sat
down with her legs wide and fitted the bowl over her sex. She then laid back,
while telling me I'd have to "fill the bowl myself" as her friend was obviously
still incapacitated. Still a bit hunger and always ready to taste my Mistress's
juices, I shoveled the remaining meal into and over Mistress's upturned pussy. I
dug in and didn't let go even when Mistress shouted for me to stop. Her friend,
who had recovered somewhat, had to spank me hard before my mouth was unglued.
Mistress's friend sort of fell against me after pulling me from
Mistress, and Mistress joined us after a bit and we just lay there in a tangled
pile resting. Suddenly Mistress's friend sat up, announcing that "I'm still
hungry!" Mistress extracted herself from our pile after responding with "I have
a idea...Desert!" She went over to the dispenser again, and ordered a tray full
of all sorts of chocolates, creams and other ingredients. I was directed to lie
flat on my back with legs wide again while the two of them crouched over me.
They ordered me to stay still while COLD ice cream was heaped between my
breasts and down my stomach. Peeled bananas were shoved up my already juicy
cunt. More freezing ice cream followed along with plenty of hot chocolate syrup
squirted from above my breasts down to my pussy. Needless to say, I was
squirming despite my orders from the sensations. I giggled as they worked, and
dropped or squirted tasty morsels into my mouth occasionally. Last but not
least, whip cream topped it all.
Standing up and stretching, Mistress grinned and declared "There! How do
you like my creation?" A free for all ensued as they raced to devour all the
goodies covering me. I shivered as I felt their tongues lapping at all my
sensitive parts as they sought to get every last bit. Soon I was quivering,
unable to summon the energy to move a little bit, as their two tongues drove me
over the edge into one orgasm after another.
As I quivered from the echos of my orgasms, Mistress stood up again,
cupping her cunt, and giggling that "Oops! I think I had too much to drink. I'll
be right back." Her friend answered "Why find a bathroom? Let's see how devoted
your slave is." Mistress looked questioningly at me with an expression that told
me she would let me make the choice. I answered by rolling over onto my stomach,
rising to my knees, and crawling over to her. Kneeling up, I planted my mouth
over her sex, and my arms hanging limp at my sides. I gently sucked until I
heard her sigh and let go. I found it tasted better than I had imagined as I
swallowed. When she finished, I licked her clean.
My new habits are hard to break, I would have knelt there all night,
licking my Mistresses pussy if her friend had not pulled me away by the hair to
service her. Without question, I placed my mouth over her peehole, looking up at
her and waiting for her to let go. After I had washed her pussy, it was still
stick from my supper, they walked over and sat down on a couch. I happily laid
down in front of it for them to rest their feet.
They talked for hours while I was content to just lie there letting my
meal digest. I heard my name from time to time as they giggled and laughed,
gossiping like school children. Finally, they decided it was time for bed, and
Mistress insisted that her friend stay here with us tonight. I fell asleep prone
on the floor of the bedroom almost at once as they continued to coo and murmur
to each other as they cuddled in the bed.
The training sessions continued for the next week or so. Sometimes
Mistress was there, unless she had other duties; a variety of other crew members
trained me also. I became used to being directed by any crewmember. A lot of the
time I was treated like an underwater horse, but on other occasions they trained
me to work on my own - especially in conditions the Eridani's couldn't stand.
They put me in a special chamber that increased the water pressure so I'd be
able to dive several hundred feet down. I learned how to safely return to the
surface. Eridani crew members went in with me once, so I'd know how far down
they could safely go. Of course I liked being ridden the best.
We finally landed on the water world colony - actually we just kind of
hovered high above the surface and shuttles carried things and people to the
surface. I watched us descend - it looked nothing like Earth, the entire planet
was water! I could see islands everywhere, but only a few small continents.
Mistress watched the other drones leave along with Tina, the other two who were
staying and myself. All four of us had similar collars adorning our long necks,
they weren't all the same - I guess their masters choose what they liked.
As we watched the departing drones herded onto shuttles, I noticed they
did not wear collars like mine. Instead they wore thick metal ones with a small
computer panel. All of them held their heads high, and wore the same harnesses
I'd worn in the water. I noticed many erect cocks and wet pussies, even though
none of us were ever told we had to keep aroused. The females all stood and
walked with wide stances; the males even wider as their cocks and balls swung
freely between their widespread legs. I think they were all excited about
finding out who their new masters or mistresses would be. We had all been told
the Eridanis would never harm us, but they didn't tell any of us what to expect
either.
As we watched, Mistress rubbing both Tina and me, she told us about the
collars. She told us the collars had a small computer that held all genetic,
pedigree, and medical information on each drone. Also it would translate speech
so each drone would understand, as well as teach the drone the local language
while translating. She had never told me one way or the other, but I was sure
they considered us property. I know it wouldn't go over with the old feminists,
but being property excites me. Mistress tells me what to do - she's never told
me to do anything I've actually disliked, and she feeds, pets, and takes care of
me. As they closed the back of the shuttle and it left with its cargo of drones,
Mistress said we'd go down soon to visit for a while. During our walk back from
the shuttle bay, she told me I'd like swimming down there, and that I'd find
some tasty fish to catch and eat. Of course, I'd have to earn my keep during our
visit planetside, but she said I wouldn't find the work too difficult.
