0 comments/ 68669 views/ 3 favorites Assimilated By: C "Why did we ever come to this godforsaken planet, Carl?" The questioner was a blonde, striking woman, perhaps thirty-five or -six. She was dressed in slacks, an opaque blouse and a light working jacket - not native garb. The man of whom she asked her unanswerable question sighed and looked up from the papers he was trying to proof. "We-the team-came to learn and to teach, Mal. You came because you're an excellent linguist and my wife, and you asked the Director that we not be separated for as long as we may be here. This is not too bad a place, this seaport in Kostanz, nor is the planet, Urmi. Good ambience. "I know, the peoples - there may be more than one race - are strange, and some of the customs we've heard about are revolting. But...that's what scientists are for, Mal, to investigate. Particularly if the League of Worlds-the Hegemony-wants to know for certain whether to introduce Urmi to interstellar travel, in order to integrate the planet into the Hegemony." Carl, dressed as was Mal, turned immediately back to his papers, having given this lecture several times to her, once one of his better students. He wondered briefly why he had married her, then regretted the thought, for he knew. She was reputed to be "hot," as the students had it. They'd not had a particularly exciting sex life, but he loved Mal and she said she loved him; she seemed to be happy and had always insisted that she accompany, "as I should," Carl on all field trips. He wondered, briefly (he was really rather involved in this proposition put forth by one of his colleagues), exactly why she insisted. She knew she'd be uncomfortable, perhaps sometimes in dangerous situations, yet she still made it clear that she would be "by his side" at all times. Could she be jealous of other women, to none of whom would he give the time of day while he was involved in his anthropological investigations - including Mal? He decided that this time he had better show more interest in her. Mal's reaction to the well-remembered lecture was to go to the wall, sit down and begin to don her native dress and her protective boots. Why she did so she did not know, there was nothing in Urmi's air, water, earth or food that could possibly affect the people from Sulpane and it was now the season which she and Carl called "Summer," although the natives had no word for it other than "the Warm" that she had discovered. Despite her surface familiarity with the language, Mal did not, as she was constantly assured that Carl did, understand how the natives thought, how they worshipped, what they did for amusement. She had learned the local language, Kosti quickly, as she did most languages, at least superficially. The few other linguists were still arguing about its status: dialect or separate tongue. She had also been able to make casual acquaintance with a few of the natives, or Kossor, as they called themselves, in this seaside city of Dozzu. Mal knew little of Earth's history, save what she had gleaned from elec-tapes, but she did know and appreciate that the native ships, although to her eyes primitive, were closely related to ships of earth's distant past. Most ships were square-rigged, although there were even steam-powered boats, which Carl called "tugs," and the "side-wheelers" fascinated her. She had always wanted to travel on sea, as much as she detested traveling on land. One ship-captain, she caught his name as "Marney," had in fact propositioned her to take a short voyage with him on his ship, or failing that, a trip around the harbor on one of the "steam-kettles,:" as she understood him to call them. She knew what he wanted and refused. She wished she could persuade Carl to take a break from his studies and come with her. Perhaps a trip - voyage - on the sea would enliven their lives together. "Mal," came Carl's unexpectedly tender voice. "Mal, can we...maybe...take a break...together?" She turned and saw a look in his eyes that she didn't remember seeing much since they'd landed here. "Why, Carl...yes, surely. Do you want to take a walk?" "Yup. Just as far as our quarter, love." When they got there, Carl was already out of his outer coat, and was helping her off with hers. He ran a finger along the back of her neck, making her shiver with anticipation. When his hands cradled her breasts she tingled all over. Turning in his suddenly enclosing arms to raise her face to his, her mouth opened slightly, and his closed over hers, his tongue softly caressing her lips. She flicked her tongue into his mouth, teasing, wanting. Her vulva felt damp, her Assimilated "Yes, my name is Ron," he said in Kosti, as Mal still thought of it, despite it's being called Masmas locally. His voice was pitched a little higher than Mal remembered. Ronald had been a very macho member of the expedition who had always claimed that with his training as a Marine he could take care of himself in any situation. Mal suspected that he had sampled the attractions of the female population of Dozzu perhaps too freely. The expedition had considered him dead, but now Mal thought that he had probably incurred some Kosto's jealousy and been sold to these apparent slavers. "Are you all right, Ronald?" she asked, watching bis face. "I am...fine. Here, eat. I am to teach you Aurmo. You are not to speak Masmas." "What happened to you, Ron?" Carl asked curiously, in "Masmas.". "We speak Aurmo, not an infidel language. I work for my master, captain of this ship." "You're a slave?" "Infidels all are. Now, eat, you will need your strength, you Carl." Further questions were met with silence. Ron untied the rope behind Carl's back, but refused to loose his hands. He removed the platter when they had eaten and drunk what he'd brought, and shut the door behind him as he left. "I can't say I liked what Ron had to say, Carl. Carl?" Suddenly Mal was overcome by a strong desire to sleep. "I'm sleepy, Carl. I've got to snooze a bit." Carl was already asleep but Mal never noticed as she slumped in the half-barrel chair. "Wake, wake!" A loud voice interrupted Mal's comfortable snooze - or she had thought it comfortable, so deeply had she been asleep - but the aches and pains which accompanied her return to consciousness belied that sweet dream. "Wha'? What? Where...?" Mal was thoroughly confused, she had been dreaming, she now believed - about herself and Carl back on Solman, their home planet, when they were first in love. The reality was considerably grimmer. A dim light came through the round window - porthole, she muzzily supposed Carl would call it - and there was no Carl, just Ron, now shaking her roughly. "All right!" she snapped unthinkingly in Galactic. Ron hit her a smack on the cheek. "You must speak Masmas until you learn Aurmo, understand?" "Ron!" she replied in shock. "You always said you liked me. Why're you hitting me?" "The master told me to wake you. I did. Now, you're untied, get up." When her aching joints and muscles at first refused to support her, Ron grabbed her by the waist from behind and lugged her unceremoniously backward through the doorway and up the ladder to the deck. "Master, she is here," he said in what Mal took to be Aurmo. It was oddly accented, but similar enough to Kosti, or Masmas as they insisted it be called here, that she could get the gist, she thought. Mal knew she was good-looking and had kept her firm body, but she had never let that distract her from her work, or her loyalty to Carl. However, she knew well that several times while dancing, accidentally brushing against a man, being in close quarters, she'd seen or felt the other men's response to her proximity, usually by the protrusion in the man's trousers. She had never pursued the thought, had not wanted to, but she knew that she aroused those feelings in any man over the age of puberty. Ron had not responded in the way any man would while he held her very close to enable them to fit through the hatch at the head of the ladder and she had sensed no reaction. She looked at his naked torso, still muscled as she remembered it. A slightly guilty look? And was that kirtle or kilt quite smooth below his waist? No sign of male arousal? Mal was no prude, but she had a sudden frisson of repugnance at the thought that the man had handled her as though she were nothing more than a slab of meat - and the realisation came to her that she was little more than that to a slave-owner. Or perhaps another slave! The captain and another Aurmo were standing looking at her. Her scientific mind wondered if that was a singular or plural. "Sfkipa," she used the Kosti...uh, Masmas word, "is Aurmati one person or more?" "Ron...what she say?" Mal had forgotten to speak in Aurmata. Ron smacked her across the cheek, making it even more tender. "She learning now, Aurmat is nation. Aurmati is many, Aurmo is one. Aurmata is speech.." Ron used the Galactic word "nation" in default of any Kosti or Aurmo word for the concept. The Aurmo captain and his mate stood like statues while this was explained to Mal. She knew she would be slapped or worse if she did not learn how to get along, very quickly. The captain spoke, "Stand. No hurt, just keep you...safe," in his bad Masmas, and the mate raised a sharp knife. Mal had a moment of deadening fear. He slid the blunt edge of the knife along her neck, cut her collar and down the back of her blouse, then ripped it off, cutting her bra strap as he did so. Her breasts stood proud, her nipples expanded and tingling. Within moments he had slit her trousers at the waist and down both legs and as they fell to the deck he ripped off her panties. He motioned at her shoes, and she quickly took them and her socks off. The captain looked curiously at the torn clothing, then motioned for one of his men to toss it over the side. The mate withdrew long enough to sheath his knife and pick up something heavy from the deck, returning to affix a locking metal collar about an inch wide around her neck. From this depended a heavy chain, the links of unbroken three-quarter inch metal. "Pick up, take with," the captain said. She bent and retrieved the chain and waited. Ron showed her by shoving and pulling where she was to go. At the hatch leading below to the fore part of the vessel, she could not see very well, and almost fell down the steep ladder. The weight of the chain on her neck was beginning to hurt as the sharp edge of the collar dug into her neck and collar bones. She noticed again that Ron seemed clumsy on the steps, but he came down quickly enough, stepping slightly sideways. His kilt bulged from his pistoning knees, but she did not assess that - until very much later, when it did her little good. Ron grabbed the far end of the chain and fastened it to a staple in the wall - "bulkhead," thought Mal, but what was it called in Aurmata? "What's this in Aurmata, Ron?" she asked in Masmas, pointing to the bulkhead. "Le'ern, but you don't need to know it," and he slapped her for the third time. "You need to know this..." shaking the chain, "...vakka, and this..." tapping her collar "...van. And this..." touching her between her breasts "...šrainda" "Veern, vakka, van," she repeated, pointing where he had named the objects. She would not point at herself, to name herself "slave!" Speaking very slowly, trying to use the Aurmata accents she had heard, she said, "I am chained to the wall by my collar." Ron looked amazed. "Not bad. Now, on word 'van,' break voice at end. Va'n. You hear?" She tried that and he seemed satisfied. "I come back, you eat then." He spoke in Aurmata and she understood him! He was using the simplest Aurmata. Slave talk! Still, trying to use simple Masmas, with what she hoped was an Aurmata accent, she asked, "Where is Carl?" Ron said something that sounded like "behind," which she took to mean, "aft," if that was the right word. She noticed again that Ron's kilt showed no protrusion as he ran up the ladder - again, sideways. Her next meal, near dark as far as she could tell, was heavily laced with some drug, for Mal slipped slowly into a state of unthinking calm, lying against the bulkhead completely uninterested in anything. She neither saw nor comprehended the passage of time and the comings and goings of shadowy figures. Since succeeding meals were also drugged, perhaps not as heavily, she was able to rouse herself to eat, take care of her bodily needs and crawl onto the deck when ordered, to be hosed down by crew members. After a time which she afterwards could not recall, she vaguely realised that the ship was still, only a gentle rocking sensation impinging on her deadened mind, instead of the rise and fall to which she had become accustomed. Her mind made nothing of the cessation of the rocking sensation, save that after a time her thoughts became more coherent as she was led on deck by her neck-chain. Mal was led down a narrow gangplank onto a wide pier, stone-paved, which hurt her feet, but she paid no attention to that, only looking vaguely around her at the buildings, wondering what they were. Her mind could as yet understand very little, nor had she any idea of her whereabouts. She could recall nothing, not even her name, or what she was. Mal was soon led into a smelly, enclosed conveyance, and shoved onto a bed of some kind of dried stuff where she lay, rocking slightly with the conveyance's turns, halts and sudden movements. She was taken from the conveyance, told to stand still while the collar was removed, and then shoved into an open space surrounded by high walls. Someone told her to sit or stand as she pleased, and in a while she began to recover somewhat from the effect of the drugs. When what wits she had remaining allowed her to focus her eyes, she saw that there were a number of "people like me" in the courtyard. One in particular came over to her and asked in what sounded like Kosti - to her surprise and alarm, "Are you all right?" Mal cowered, expecting a blow, but the other placed an arm around her and raised her to a shaky stance. The "other" - Mal could not put a name to how they were alike - proceeded to walk Mal around and around the courtyard until she more fully regained her senses and could walk by herself. The woman, as Mal now realised she was, murmured, "There. Now, do you feel better?" This time the woman spoke Aurmata, and Mal replied in the same halting tongue, "Aye, a little. What's this? Where are we?" "I don't know. None of us knows where we are or why, or what this is,, except that we're prisoners of the Aurmati. I've been here tve setda." Mal gathered that meant "two weeks," as she recognised the word "setda" from Kosti. "Tve" might mean "two," or "three," and Mal was pleased to discover that the analytical part of her mind had returned to her. She had understood most of what the woman was telling her. She asked her, "Count ten in Aurmata?" "Yun, dva, tvé, katra, kvige, sei, sekt, okt, nova, dent." "That is not too different from Kosti, is it?" "What is Khosti?" The very manner of pronunciation was guttural, a growly sound compared to what Mal had heard of the Kosti dialect. "It is another language, it cannot be spoken in this place." "Uhm, I know the punishments. Where are you from?" "Sulpane, to start. Now, Kostanz." "Sool pah nay? Kostanz, I know." "Different place, it's a long way." Mal hated being reduced to pidgin, although Carl would have loved this exchange. "All right. We'll have food at dark..." a word Mal had to wriggle around until she understood the meaning, "...then some women sleep, others make love." "Make love. There are men in here?" She had a hazy notion that if there were men here, Carl might be close. "No, here there are no men. Maybe a cut, sometimes." Mal was puzzled as well as horrified. She had not been acquainted with many lesbians on Earth, and the expedition included none that she knew of - but she wouldn't, would she? She was neither the administrator nor was Carl a leading light in the hierarchy, so they remained dedicated to their work and relatively uninformed about others' alliances. Her expression must have showed as much, for the friendly woman looked her up and down, grinned and withdrew. Mal was left wondering what the difference was between "man" and "male," in Aurmata. After the reasonably good supper, Mal noticed that the other women, after they all took turns washing in buckets of warm water and relieving themselves in the distant row of "latrines," went almost at once to the pallets on which they slept, where some held hands with others, kissed, rubbed each other with oils, rubbed their bodies against each other and eventually began doing what Mal had only known of men and women doing. She was so sleepy herself that she watched fascinated and repelled at the same time for but a few moments and then fell onto her pallet to sleep like one drugged - which she and the other sleepers certainly were, just like the sexually active women. She was awakened by her "friend" of the previous day. "Get up, there's food. Someone's looking for you, Kosto." Mal understood more and more Aurmata as she continued to hear it. Mal thought at once that Carl had somehow made his way to her, but it was not Carl. The man who confronted her looked as short as Ron had, and his kilt protruded in back in an odd way as he squatted to her. This one wore a metal collar, thinner than the one which she had worn. "I will wait for you to eat, then you come with me." Mal could think of nothing to say but, "Yes." That seemed to be all she wanted to say, to her slight amazement. "Why do I want to say yes?" she asked her acquaintance. "Oh, that's a breeder, that's why." That told Mal nothing. She just knew that she and Carl had been betrayed, but subsequently she had been so bullied, drugged and dragged about that her mind, when she was conscious of her surroundings, was constantly assailed by new facts, few of which she could as yet assimilate. She hastily ate her food, some kind of mashed meat with a green and a purple tinge to the vegetables, for the male was bidding her hasten the entire time. "All right. Come, now!" He took her, not lightly, by the arm and rushed her into the street, then into a closed conveyance of some kind, with what looked vaguely to Mal like camels hitched to it. He squatted rather than sitting on the cushions. "Wha..." "Be quiet!" Mal shut up. They traveled for quite some time, stopping at what seemed like an inn similar to what she had seen at Dozzu twice, eating a meal served on a platter as she had experienced earlier, and then lurched on, over good to poor roads. The carriage - "koscha" the male called it, same word in Kosti...uh oh...Masmas - stopped and she was urged into a narrow doorway and into a small but comfortable - by Kostanz standards - room. There was a real bed with springy slats, the inevitable pot, this one tightly covered, a chair and a bench, all covered with padding and blanket. Mal threw herself onto the bed with a sigh of weariness and slept for a considerable time. After another meal, a woman appeared to escort her to a bath and help her bathe during a long and luxurious immersion in hot water, with numerous brushes, soaps, unguents and all the pleasures of a really good soak, she was told by a different, handsomely imperious woman to dry herself and to follow. She was led to a large room where sat a man, a tall, handsome fellow, for whom Mal suddenly felt desire. It was not quite sexual, although her quim was wet and her nipples hardened as she looked at him. It was a desire to please. "Ah, the new one," he said, languidly. "She looks like a good breeder. What do you think, Haubi?" This was addressed to the woman who had led Mal here. "I think so, master. She is well built, sturdy, good stance. That does not, of course, really matter Yes, master, I think she will breed well." "You, slave, what is your name?" "I am Mal..." She could not remember her last name! "You were of Kostanz?" Maybe, Mal thought, that's where I'm from. "Yes...master." "Interesting. Well, if she carries successfully, Haubi, then we will know, eh?" "Indeed, master." "Give her some kushra so that she's amenable, and we shall see. Has she come in season?" "No, master, She has eaten kushra, and a male has had her before she got here, master." "Ah? She is not then a virgin?" "No, master. I think she may have had a mate." "So. I will have a word to say to the man from whom I bought her. Well, as she comes in season, breed her to...h-m-m. Uski? Miro? Pak? Who do you think, Haubi?" "Perhaps Pak, master?" "Very well." He turned to Mal, still standing naked before him. "Mal, you will find that I am a good master. You will eat good food, bathe every week except when in season, then every day. Haubi will instruct you. Dismiss." Mal watched Haubi form the corner of her eyes, and noticing that she began to back form the master's presence, followed suit. She found that she was resigned...her mind accepted the fact that she was...a slave. Her mind was now set toward being the best slave she could be. Haubi chatted with her as they walked back toward the bathing room. "Master is very kind. He has never had a Kosto. You will want to breed when you are in season. Master wishes to see what happens. He bought you for a huge price. I am master's head slave, and he sometimes makes me very happy, but you will tell no one, ever, even another slave, that master does so. It is against the law - but master is a very powerful man, and owns many hekti and many, many slaves. You will be happy.". Mal was quite convinced that she would be. Her mind no longer yearned for Carl - she had forgotten him for practical purposes, for she had no idea where he was, had indeed almost forgotten who he was, and the many drugs she had been given dulled her mind to memories. Her past was very hazy, and she was forgetting the circumstances of her betrayal and enslavement. If her name had not been said daily, by herself or someone else, she would quickly have forgotten that, too. Now she entered into what she could only know as the real life of a slave, and it was, for her, a pleasant one, while she learned more and more Aurmata. Her mind seemed able to assimilate the language and her duties rather quickly. Her duties consisted of cleaning, mainly, although it was light dusting, some polishing, for Haubi told her, in the course of instruction, that she was a breeder, not a worker. What that meant, other than that she wore nothing, Mal could not as yet know, for she felt no particular urge to sex, and she had forgotten any sex she had had with Carl. Then, one day.... "Haubi, I feel very odd this morning. What is the matter with me?" Haubi felt her brow in an age old and universal gesture among humans. She also sniffed at Mal's crotch. "You're coming in season, Mal. It will not be bad, it happens only three times a year, and the first time may be uncomfortable for a little while. You're excused from all duty, but await a summons to the breeding place." Haubi looked a little concerned, but Mal did not wish to question her. Mal went back to her quarter, more comfortably furnished now with a bed, a couch - since she had been designated a breeder, the few amenities had been increased - an alcove which contained a shaped pot with a cleverly closing lid to retain such odors as might arise, and several chairs. Another slave, a female worker, emptied the pot and brought her certain things that Haubi ordered for her. Her interest in this breeding business increased as she realised that she was not only locked into her room but was served her next three meals therein, instead of going to the eating room with the other slaves. Her lower belly was twitching, she noticed, and when she laid her hand there, she felt very peculiar...pleasantly so, though. After the third meal, late the next afternoon, Mal was taken to the bath, again laved and scented by other slaves - she suddenly realised that she had seen no males, no men, neither master nor slave, since she had "come in season." Until now that had not mattered particularly as she had felt no need for the opposite sex. She was taken into a large rom with a padded floor, and left alone. Assimilated By now, however, her need for something - she was unable to relieve herself by masturbating, for some reason she did not question - was becoming urgent. She just knew that she leaked fluid, which she felt thickening as she became more and more receptive to the idea of a male's "penetrating" her, as she now knew it was called here. She could also smell a strange scent, becoming stronger the longer she waited. Haubi slipped in a door and hastily walked over to her. "Quiet, Mal. Listen, this is your first breeding. The males are...different from us...they have been...altered...so that they breed from the back, not the front like...humans. You and I, we are not...exactly human anymore, Mal. Do not worry, it does not hurt. The male...is liable to be tender." Haubi kissed her and was gone rapidly. Then a figure bounced into the room, his leaps reminding Mal for a second of some strange animal she had once seen...where? No matter, this one smelled male, the scent in her nostrils was rich, raw, yummy. Her mouth watered and puckered a bit as she thought of someone suckling on her nipples. As "he" faced her, she realised that the penis on this being was protruding a good ten inches from a sheath which curved upward along his lower belly. Her mind flashed back to the male who had brought her here, and that ridge along his belly. But she had not been smelly then. This male's penis was startling but very, very pleasing, thick, pinkish, the tip leaking. She could not help herself, she was on her knees holding the male's belly against her chest as she tried to get her lips around the head. It tasted very salty, but good. Her increasing interest and licking was interrupted by the male, who yanked her mouth loose. She feared she had hurt him somehow, but instead he indicated that she was not to do that - he could not speak, apparently - with emphatic gestures. Instead he sank to his hands and feet, his legs bending backwards at the knee! That way, his back was almost parallel to the softly padded floor. He humped his hips at her, his long, thick penis slapping against his belly, until she remembered what Haubi had said, about "from the back," and she got hurriedly down on her hands and knees. "Like this?" she asked, patting her ass cheeks, wondering if he could understand her. "Urh, wa!" he said, emphatically, his smile making that sound comprehensible. Moreover, his sudden application of a long and equally emphatic tongue to her pulsing quim assured her that she had done the right thing - for her, certainly, and from his enthusiastic attack on her fluids and the occasional flick of that knowledgeable tongue on her clit, for him as well. The assault on her quim made her jerk her hips just as he had. The tonguing continued for some time, until Mal was so ready for the next stage that she was backing into the male's face and he was slowly getting her point. By now her flanks, her thighs and his face were covered with drying and still flowing juices, and her vagina was on fire with her want. The male reared and flopped forward onto her back, which placed the end of his penis against her dripping labia. He was surprisingly light for his size. She bowed her belly downward as he shoved forward, and she felt the long organ slide slowly in, bringing her to an immediate orgasm. One of his fingers slipped over her clit, and she gave a long moan of pleasure. "Oh, oh! Do that, more, more!" she cried, first in Galactic, then Kosti and finally in desperately voiced Aurata.. Her quim snugged on his penis, relaxed, tightened again and again as she spasmed. The male withdrew very slowly, then slid into her even more slowly, causing her to scream as she came again. He continued to fuck her slowly and thoroughly to her great enjoyment until as she climaxed for the fourth - or fifth, she couldn't remember - time, he began shoving into her really forcefully and Mal felt something huge slip between her slippery labia and into her very receptive quim. Her muscles clamped hard on the object. "A-a-h, so-o good. Uh, uh, uh." It felt to her as though his penis had penetrated all the way to her breasts, they felt so wonderful, pulsing and tickling as she squeezed and relaxed, squeezed and relaxed her vaginal muscles. She moved forward in reaction to his backward movement, another orgasm hit, and she realised that the male and she were locked together! The intercourse got better, if possible, after that. Although they could only move in short jerks in and out, she squirmed inwardly as her vagina clenched over and over. Mal felt itches scratched, urges satisfied, needs met, that she had never known she had and therefor had never expected to be satisfied. The sensation was breathtaking, she and the male were panting, trying to get oxygen into their struggling lungs. She knelt there, the male stuck to her by his penis, both pulsing, his member very slowly and tantalizingly becoming softer. The knots which had entered her shrank last as she realised that he had injected something within her belly. She could feel a difference in her uterus and she supposed, although it had not happened before, that it was a female thing to know if one were pregnant. At that moment of revelation, the male's penis slipped from her and he rose. Mal watched from her kneeling position, for she was unable to rise as yet,. Her body was still recovering from the fervor of the mating. The male's penis was slowly retracting into the sheath as he turned away and hopped slowly and tiredly toward the door. Now she understood, perhaps, the reason for the hops. His balls were monstrous. Mal thought that if he tried to walk his hairy thighs would rub them raw, for they were so huge that they lay against his inner thighs and half of them curved up and forward around his shaft from a normal scrotum's location, joining into the skin of those now slack knots without interval. They seemed to her, in her last glimpse of the male, firm despite their size. Finally Mal was able to stagger to her feet, and she looked around to see which way she had entered the "breeding room." My, she thought, that is the right word! "This way," came the voice of her master. Mal had not expected that, she was thinking that Haubi or one of the other slave women would help her. She was still leaking fluids and she had nothing with which to clean up. "Come, Haubi will help. You were very good." Mal blushed at this praise. Haubi appeared and placed an arm around her waist, guiding her to the bath once again. There she wallowed in the hot water, feeling her body rejuvenating itself. She could not stop grinning, it was all she could do to keep from breaking into joyful laughter. Haubi was smiling, as she helped Mal scrub her back. "It takes us all like that when we've been bred. The male's penis is big, and when the knot goes in..." Mal couldn't help but laugh and smile."Yes, and when that knot came into me..." She suddenly crossed her legs, for she felt as though she were about to climax again, just from the memory, but Haubi swiftly massaged her and gave her a pill to swallow. She was soon calm and felt no further sexual urge. "Now, you carry for dvadentiksdvadai. You will have to walk carefully for the first two days, then you can do as you like, but you will be out of season in a few hours because the male's semen took - it doesn't always, the first time, and the female remains in season for another male.. "You might be one of the master's special breeders," she babbled on, and Mal wondered what that meant. At the moment she was enjoying the relaxing effect of the pill, and she became sleepy quite soon after rising refreshed from the bath. There was a question Mal wanted to ask about something Haubi had said...? Haubi led her to her room, where once again she collapsed on her bed, sound asleep. Haubi laid a light covering over the nude body, sighed, raised the cover to look again at Mal's body as she rubbed her crotch, sighed again, then walked quietly out, closing the door. Mal awoke knowing there was something important she had to ask Haubi. While she ate breakfast with the other female slaves, she did not see Haubi, and Mal did not want to ask anything of these working females whom she hardly knew. After breakfast Mal was heading back to her room to get a duster she'd forgotten when a male slave - now she understood that bent-legged gait - gave her the order to report at once to the master. She entered his room timorously, afraid that she might have incurred his wrath. "Ah, Mal. Do you remember before you came here?" "N...no, master." "That is probably as well, then. I have found the slave who was discovered with you on the raft. I thought he might have been your mate." "I...do not remember a..a mate, master." "If a slave was, er...shaped like me, and still was male, would that look like anyone you remember?" "No, master. I...I do not think so." "Well, it is troublesome, but we will try taking you off kushra and see if your memory returns for a little while. I am curious as to your origins. Kostanz is very unlikely, although the sailor who was kourat said you came from a provenka, which is a ship every smuggler uses. The Kostanzi use bricki, as do we, and we leave them alone. He also said you spoke Masmas and another tongue which he did not understand. "Mal slave, I can see you have questions. Ask Haubi about anything but your past - she would know nothing about that, anyway.. I will order that you be kept off kushra until your memory returns. You will be guarded, do not try to run!" "No, master, I will not." The master, Aroutko Nossa was head of a very powerful family, now that he had succeeded his father upon the latter's death. Nossa controlled thousands of hekti and many hundreds of slaves and free Aurmati. He wondered if the woman would really still be as subservient when she was free of kushra? The man certainly was not, and Nossa'd had to order him chained in the cells, where the man continued to rant about someone named Mal - in Kosti! If he did not soon behave Nossa would most reluctantly order him converted to calm him. Nossa was fascinated by the demonstrable fact that the man still retained his human shape and his testicles. That was unheard of, and the person who had sold him this slave had no explanation for the failure of someone to convert or emasculate a slave as required by Aurmat law. Nossa suspected the seller knew more than he'd said, but left him alone, as he might need further help from that direction. Of course, a male slave who remained unconverted could, unlikely as it was, impersonate an Aurmato, and thus more easily escape. The conversion required by Aurmat law was specifically to prevent such impersonation. Emasculation was performed on nine-tenths of the male slaves to calm them, while those male slaves destined for breeding were converted and had their vocal cords cauterized and their minds thoroughly dulled with kushra to all but their duties as studs. The alteration, or conversion, of those who were chosen to be males was quite thorough, so much so that the male's semen contained infinitesimal, but quick-growing embryos in soft-skinned eggs. The females were no more than carriers during the three weeks the eggs matured sufficiently for parturition and subsequent rapid insertion into incubators. A chemical in the soft shells caused the womb to spontaneously "abort" the eggs at the end of three weeks, but without more blood than from normal slight menstruation. The growing eggs remained for their nine months' gestation in incubators, carefully monitored. Some of his slaves' only duty was to turn the eggs twice a day and make certain that the temperature in the incubators was correct. To make the almost moronic males ready to copulate, it had proved necessary that a slight alteration of the female menstrual cycle take place, and this kushra also accomplished. Those female slaves chosen as carriers came in heat and emanated a distinctive scent which aroused themselves and the males three times a year, yet the females bled not at all during their former periods. Nossa silently thanked the kimisti of Aurmat who had discovered and perfected this system. While Nossa pondered the ramifications of the Aurmat slave system, and the possible origins of Mal and the male captive, Mal was receiving approximately the same basic knowledge of the breeding cycle from Haubi. She thought very far back in her mind that she should be shocked, but found that she was not, accepting her lot calmly and remembering with joy the breeding. Her legs wanted to clamp as she thought of it, but Haubi saw and was about to give her another pill when she apparently had other thoughts and just asked Mal to be quiet and not make herself "ill." As the next few days passed, Mal's heat had subsided, and she was able to partake quietly of meals with the other females and join more and more in their chatter. Nossa sent for her on the fourth day. When she entered his room, there was a strange man standing near him in chains, a man who stirred something within Mal so that she cried out, but could not understand why she had done so. The man raised his chained hands at her and cried in Galactic, "Mal, what have they done to you?" Mal answered in Aurmata, although she was perplexed that she could understand his speech. "That is my name...but...do you know me? Do I...know...you?" "You're my wife, Mal, my wife. We are from Sulpane, working in Kostanz. We are prisoners here." Nossa interrupted, asking Mal, "Do you understand what he is saying, Mal?" "Yes, but...master, I do not know why I understand him." She was almost sobbing she was so confused. Carl looked hard at her and Nossa, and made a desperate plea, "Mal, tell the man what I say! Sir, my wife...the woman standing there is my wife and we are scientists from Sulpane, investigating the governments of Kostanz for the League of Worlds, to see if we could bring you among us!" Mal did her best, but she could not interpret exactly what the strange man said, making several mistakes when she tried to interpret "league," "government" and "wife." The best she could do was ask permission to use Masmas for some words, and then tried to equate "league" with the Kosti word marzad which came the closest. She also used that for "government, " but added the word paruot for "ruler" to convey what she thought the stranger meant. Nossa listened attentively, asking her to try again for several words, until she and he thought they understood the man. "Mal slave, this thing offers what no Aurmo would want. Why would we join this marzad paruot, and what is sool pan eh?" "I think the sulpane he says means a place far off in the sky, somewhere we cannot see." "Are you getting your memory back, then, Mal slave?" "I do not know, but he begins to make some sense to me, master. Some of what he says seems as though I should know it." "Yes, I think I will chain you, too, Mal slave, away from this slave. Do not be afraid, I will release you when I shortly decide what to do with him." Mal knew that meant that she would go back on kushra but that did not matter, her mind was in such a whirl. The concept of "space," the faint visualisation of a "planet" that the man had put into her mind, began to open vistas of knowledge not as yet accompanied by understanding. Suddenly she did not want to be back on the kushra regime. But by then the chains were on her wrists, far lighter but as strong as the first time she had been bound, and she was being led away by a grimly sympathetic Haubi. Mal knew that Haubi would not, could not, disobey the master. The remainder of the day Mal spent in a distant room, comfortable save for the manacles, padded as they might be, and fed at the normal intervals by other slaves. The following morning she was taken back to Nossa's presence. "The other slave has tried to escape, Mal slave! But he did not get far. We have him here, and if you have any more memory, tell me now, quickly!" Mal did not understand why she should be so hurried about her very dim recollections of another life, and knelt to plead with the master to allow her more time to remember. "No! The other somehow sent some message, and we will quickly convert him before anything worse befalls. You have...Haubi,. Has she?" "Yes, master, we gave her a double dose with first meal." "Very well, Haubi. You are dismissed." Mal's heart sank, she had been so close to remembering! Now she would be happy, for she would know nothing else to be, but she had wanted those memories if only to know who she was and whence she came, for an instant. "Mal, slave, when you have laid eggs, you will come to me. You and Haubi will be my personal slaves after that. Haubi will not be jealous, and you will be happy." Mal was alone with her master at the moment, and Nossa stood, approaching her to lay his hands on her shoulders. Not before had an Aurmo laid hands on her, save to enclose her wrists in gyves. "Mal, you will be returned to normal womanhood, so that you and I may have congress. You will like that, will you not?" Mal realised that, yes, she would like that. It would not then matter whence she came, who she might have been, she would be human, not an animal. Her mind wondered briefly where that thought had come from, but dismissed it in her increasing lethargy as the kushra took effect. A double dose had powerful effect, and she might sleep for a day. Mal, standing at Nossa's side, dully witnessed the conversion of Carl by Nossa's command. Carl yelled at Mal until the kushra began to take effect, then his head lowered to his chest "Slave," said Nossa, frowning, "you have committed blasphemy which must be corrected. You will be calmed. Feel your sex while you can." Carl had an enormous erection, and that remained as he was ordered to lie down and the kimisti slowly and painlessly removed his testicles. The flap of scrotum remaining was also excised, and an instrument wielded by a kimist made the skin smooth between his anus and his penis. That monster erection slowly deflated as the kushra took greater effect. "Mal slave, the calmed slave will be set to work in the quarries. Do you wish to watch that?" he asked her. She replied negatively. "Now, how do you feel?" "Master, I am ready to lay the eggs tomorrow, I think. You said after that I was to come to you." "Yes, I will see that you are reconverted to womanhood. The maschi will rebuild your breasts to a better size for a woman. I like breasts, Mal slave." Later, Mal was curious about something and asked Haubi. "Haubi, I feel wonderful, not like I am on kushra at all. Why do I want to know things? Like...why does master call me 'Mal slave' and you just Haubi?" "Mal, I will never be jealous of you, do you know hat?" "Yes, Haubi, the master said so." "You must never tell anyone this, including the master." "What if he asks me?" "He will not." "All right, I will never tell anyone." Haubi leant close to Mal and whispered, barely audibly, "I was Nossa's mate, and I transgressed against the law. I wanted women to have a better life here, even slaves. The krimin made me take kushra and made Nossa promise to keep me a slave as long as he or I live, instead of their drowning me, because Nossa pled for me in the krimin. The krimin drown people who are convicted of a crime in a very tall vat, Mal, so that they stand bound by heavy chains for several hours as the waters rise slowly. It is very cruel. Never tell, Mal!" Mal was surprised, deeply affected, and felt increasing affection for Haubi from that time forward. Assimilated Haubi the next day showed her how to squat close to the raised, padded surface and held her hand as she easily pushed the already much larger eggs from her womb onto the incubator, which automatically accepted them, checked them and established them within. Shortly afterwards she escorted Mal to the kimisti who restored certain enzymes and hormones to make her human again. It was a very short procedure. Assimilation Lya checked her perimeters and cursed when the flashlight attachment underneath her pulse rifle flickered out. The sun was setting, the daytime visibility abysmal with the air chock full of plant spores. She noted with some amusement and gratefulness that with each step in the jungle battlefield's puddled ground, the water glowed with bioluminescence. Neon algae fluttered around her soaked boots and sapphire lighted fireflies buzzed around her ears. She listened closely to the nearby calls of the local fauna. A planet under the process of Swarm assimilation mutated the genetic makeup of its inhabitants, subtly reforming them through airborne spores and water contamination. The changed vocal characteristics of animals were often the first noticeable change when under assimilation, a certain sibilant hiss, present in all Swarm mutations across the galaxy. With a start she swung her rifle to the right after hearing rustling in the azure leaves. She sighed when only a Bravian squirrel came out. It wrinkled its nose and scrunched its horned head before scrambling away, chittering in terror. Lya wondered what that was about, until she could no longer feel the sun on her back. A long shadow loomed over her. Before she could turn around, she was tackled to the ground. Her voluptuous breasts were immediately soaked in the puddles and her ear piece back to command was knocked into the mud. She screamed when she felt creepy crawly manipulators grab her by the sides, tugging at her clothes and feminine endowments like a lust crazed centipede. Seeing the purplish-white color of its arms, she knew immediately that it was one of the Swarm. A large specimen, too. First she felt the sleeves on her jacket torn off, and then her pants followed suit, splitting down the middle until her ripe and round ass cheeks were exposed to the humid air. The creature rumbled in appreciation at the sight and removed the final obstacle to her womanhood: her black, clinging g-string. Its dark color emphasized the pert, creamy swells of her smooth buttocks, and the alien snapped it in twain effortlessly. Lya had no idea what would follow, given the distortions and war time propaganda spread about the Swarm. She was hoping for death, but the way things were going... even that might have been too much to hope for. Her body jerked and she whimpered in excitement when she felt one of the alien's phallic tendrils slap onto her bottom, making her silken ass cheeks jiggle. She shuddered and her breathing turned shallow when she felt the thick and fleshy tool slither down the rise of her cheeks, making its inexorable push to her vulnerable pussy. Her body quivered as the alien's tentacle slithered along the soft skin of her inner thighs, lured by the heat and juices of her ripe and weeping slit. Her breath came out in quiet, excited bursts, on the verge of hyperventilation as the creature's thick weapon drew ever near. And then her violator issued a disturbing hiss, its phallus at the edge of her lower lips. She bit her lips in anticipation. In an instant it burrowed into her glistening pussy, its wide girth throbbing and expanding even more to the warm feel of her womanhood. "NO! No... ungh... help!" It felt good, but her instincts impelled her on, knowing that if she didn't fight back, there would be far-reaching consequences. Every Swarm creature had a purpose, and she dreaded to think what this one's was. She tried screaming into the detached earpiece, but only white noise came out. "Sector command, this is corporal Lya-" She was silenced as another tendril forced itself into her mouth, while the creature's chitinous talons quickly went about tearing down her jacket. She felt her large breasts press against her tightening jacket, until they too spilled free. Her jacket split from the sides much like her pants, revealing her heavy and round tits, still encased within a black bra that framed them perfectly. She gurgled in pleasure as she felt her body drawn further into the beast's arms, completely helpless before its feverish desires. More feelers dug into her arms and shapely legs, injecting erotic toxins that made her writhe and scream in muffled ecstasy. She moaned and arched her back as her bra finally snapped, falling into the mud. Her ample and weighty swells of breastflesh swayed in the open air, jiggling free and yearning to be groped. She shuddered and gasped as her body's needs were quenched. More slithering manipulators tangled around the lush slopes of her tits. She found the contrast arousing, with the alien's vivid tones of magenta clashing so perfectly against the pale smoothness of her pert mounds. Her chest was coated in some kind of jelly that made her skin tingle and fascinated her eyes with the way her bobbing breasts turned shiny and glistening. The alien penetrated her mouth with such intensity as to make strands of drool dribble off the frothy phallus each time the tendril pulled away from her voluptuous lips. The clear, bubbly mixture then descended onto the bouncing curves of her chest, blending in with the gel lathered onto her pouting melons. Her moans and the alien's wet fucking were the only sounds in the bog, the two alone like some demented imitation of Beauty and the Beast. Lya never thought defeat could taste or feel so good. An endless cycle of orgasms had sucked the fight right out of her, even as she numbly sucked on the invading tendril in her mouth. Drool ran in rivers down between the silken valley of her swollen, wobbling tits. Strings of her saliva and the creature's arousal connected across the gap of her juicy cleavage, tickling her senses as much as the beast's phalluses. Her body was pleasure drunk, and with each orgasm she suffered, the soft tendrils that pinched into her skin vibrated at a higher and more intense speed. Her eyes rolled back into her head while her lashes fluttered to her orgasmic spasms. Only animalistic sounds of excitement seeped out of her wet lips. All conscious thought had retreated into erotic nirvana. She was his. The beast too, grunted frantically. Desperately it burrowed its tendrils even deeper into her body, deriving momentous pleasure for fulfilling its primal assimilation instincts. The two contorted to be more compact, intensifying the stimulation of the thrusting tentacles. Lya was bent over from the waist, her soft feminine orbs left to swing and wobble as the creature teased and sucked her sensitive nipples. The alien's snakeskin smooth stomach rubbed against her thick bottom, lathering the milky spheres of her ass cheeks in a lubricant that eased its thrusting, her sweet flesh rippling as it slammed her from behind. She had lost all feeling but for pleasure. That she was in the middle of a battlefield or that she belonged to a unit did not matter. All that mattered was the feeling. The feeling that she was on the edge of something momentous. Something irreversible. The tendrils on her skin vibrated so fast they could no longer be felt individually, overwhelming her nerves with stimulation. And then it happened. Cresting over the cusp of her orgasm and falling into a release that rocked her body, she felt the alien's tendrils plunge into skin her at last. The phallic tendrils already inside her stiffened and spewed their DNA changing proteins straight down her throat and deep into her defenseless womb. Her eyes fluttered and her slick thighs clenched over the thickness jerking in between her legs, her traitorous body complicit in her strange rebirth. Sweet and soft whimpers passed from her lips when she felt a new set of tendrils from the back, projected from the creature's abdomen. They punctured and bonded with her spine, filling her with liquid paradise. She arched her back in ecstasy, and jutted her soft and pouting breasts high into the air, caught in a pose of sublime surrender. Her destiny had come. *** Sergeant Barrows barreled through the trees and gunned down minor Swarm scouts as he homed in on Lya's last known location. He knew he was close when he heard her terrified moans through the leaves. Though something was... off. She almost sounded delighted. Stepping over one of the corpses of a steaming scout, he parted the translucent and cerulean blades of elephant grass and paled when he saw Lya. She was getting fucked! He had never known of a Swarm sub-species to do such a thing and found the sight undeniably arousing. Her firm ass was high in the air while she was bent forward on her knees, her creamy and ample breasts swinging forward and groped by the obscene appendages of the beast. To his horror he noticed the tentacles buried in Lya's sopping pussy and overstuffed mouth twitched and spasmed, making bizarre peristaltic pumping motions. His stomach turned when he saw visible liquid lumps move down the tentacles, all poured into her helpless body, her throat gulping the mixture down in smooth rhythm, her soft belly sucking in and out with each alien payload spewed into her womb. Whatever it was, it looked to have just begun. He could still save her! Without thinking he took a knee and aimed down his sights. He targeted the beast's glistening and almost blade-like head. Just as his finger was about to come down on the trigger, small claws tore into his shoulders and threw him off balance. His weapon fired a reckless arc into the jungle flora, sending neon orange plant blood spraying into azure puddles. He spun around and unsheathed his commando knife. A drooling and squat scout bared its teeth at him, its leg muscles bunched up for another pounce. This one was bigger than most and he saw two smaller ones already stomping in behind him. He cursed and spared one last look over his shoulder as his curvaceous comrade was caught in a pleasurable assault, her beautiful breasts bobbing to her ecstatic convulsions and writhings. "Sorry, kid." he said under his breath and then leapt upon his gnashing foes. *** Had Barrows seen her a moment earlier, or the scavenging drones seen him a moment later, Lya might have been spared, remembering only an intimate encounter with the enemy. Alas, destiny intervened, and with her sole life line occupied, the young corporal's fate was sealed. She became all the more aroused that it was, having no choice in the matter. The alien infestation soon took hold, remolding her for the Swarm's purposes. Her eyes glassed over, her face going blank as she slumped into the mud. Shivers of fear and anticipation ran through her conquered body, ready and willing for imminent change. Small whimpers left her lips while warm tingles of pleasure ran along her writhing flanks, as if her bones had become molten, restitching and reforming while overpowering stimulation flooded her pleasure centers. Her ill-defined hips stretched into existence, rounded and lush, they bespoke of an aggressive breeding drive. Meanwhile she felt herself rise off the ground, her toned ass expanded to a fuller, fleshier and more succulent bubble shape. Mind melting ecstasy burned through her nerves and she could only twitch in lustful paroxysms as all who she ever was became twisted and discarded before the cold, pitiless eye of the Swarm. Her moans were a symphony of the sublime, with each change that occurred within her body producing a high, melodious note. Increasing volumes of voluptuous flesh spread across her chest, her mouth open as she loosed helpless melodies of pleasure. As her bouncy feminine cleavage grew larger than ever, her moan of pleasure reached a lustful crescendo. Just as she reached her peak, so too did the alien mixture cross the blood brain barrier, overcoming and subsuming her humanity at last. She sobbed in orgasmic bliss as her mind was reprogammed by the alien's callous, unfeeling touch. Her body shook and her enormous, milky breasts heaved with erotic motion. Spasming thighs sent the lush moons of her ass jiggling in turn, while her taut belly undulated like an exotic dancer in heat. Knowledge of the command structure and platoon formations, as well as the technical strengths and weakness of Federation starcraft were re-purposed for a new cause. She felt nothing but undying love and devotion for her new family. She was one with the Swarm. Her assimilation complete, her alien ravisher unhooked her from its tendrils, and let her slump from its huge frame and fall back into the puddles below. She sighed in bliss and basked in the new treacherous thoughts of lust and betrayal of her comrades. She felt a need to show them the truth, an urge to make them feel the divine, the touch of her new masters. With ease she picked herself up, noticing how slick and shiny her body still was. When she looked into a nearby puddle, she smiled from ear to ear. Her skin now had subtle gradations of magenta and violet before fading into snow white. Her sculpted midsection seemed to be 'sprinkled' with color, which did not extend to the opulent slopes of her tits, which were still pale but had an iridescent quality, like pearl. The soft, plump and well formed globes of her buttocks stood out in a similar manner, as did her inner thighs. She swiped a hand through her now icy white hair and felt tingles of euphoria, and noticed how her locks glowed with phosphorescent violet and azure tones upon the touch. She looked deeper into the puddle and became even more aroused at how little of the original Lya remained. Her irises had been lent a hypnotic quality, being rings of electric blue in pools of black. Already she imagined using them to inspire obedience as much as terror. "Lya?" said a voice that seemed hollow and alien. Her new mind quickly picked out the voice as Sergeant Chris Barrows, a squadmate for the old Lya. She turned around and jutted her gigantic breasts out for the Sergeant to see. "Oh fuck." Barrows always knew Lya had a decent sized rack but this new her defied imagination. Her new tits were so ripe and full, like honeydew melons glazed in milky pearl. Their sheer size was offset by how sculpted they were, so high and upturned it was as if a cold, clinical eye had studied the exact proportions of what would make a man abandon reason and lose himself in her voluptuous embrace. Inhumanly perfect, he thought. His fear built in time with his lusts as his eyes remained entranced with her pearlescent and titanic tits, her pointed alabaster nipples offering threat and temptation both. Her colossal feminine orbs looked so shiny and soft, the sergeant gulped back his saliva as his fingers itched to sink into them. Their globular shape was emphasized by the swathes of violet that ran above and underneath her bosom, and just a tiny wisp of color where her breasts parted, drawing his attention to her mesmerizing cleavage. Her waist too, was thinner than he remembered and she sported flared and rounded hips that aroused his most primal masculine instincts. She seemed taller, her sleek legs a vista of feminine smoothness, the robust power of her enhanced musculature only hinted at by her thick and lush thighs. When he finally took in her face, lust intermingled with sheer terror for he saw none of the humanity of Lya within her beryl neon eyes. She was one of them. He didn't know exactly how it happened, only that he had to put her down. Just as he brought his rifle up, she crossed the space between them in a blur. The pulse weapon was snapped in half in a shower of sparks and plasma, the hardened military man tackled into the mud. She hissed with triumph as she straddled him while a powerful erection struggled to rip free from his pants. Her mammoth alabaster breasts slapped into his face, their unreal softness molding against his cheek for a moment. At that moment he knew he was doomed. He had to feel them. "Squeeze them, soldier! Squeeze them hard!" moaned Lya as she grabbed his hands and forced his fingers to sink knuckle deep into her luscious alien breasts, "Take part in this form as we bring you into the Swarm!" Her deft fingers fumbled for his cock, drawing it out as her tight belly writhed just above her pubic mound, her body eager for impalement. Barrows coughed and groaned as he played with her massive, overflowing tits, his fingers struggling to wrap around their soft and weighty swells. Her juicy, pearlescent flesh slipped under his fingers, coated in a smooth oil that made her skin and nipples feel like velvet. "Fuck, you crazy bitch! Lya if you're in there, fight it!" He groaned even more as her round and powerful ass cheeks squeezed down upon his bare hips, his cock ever closer to her drooling alien pussy, its hungry, glistening folds now dark purple. "Lya is gone. You'll be gone. The Swarm is above all." At once the ultra hot sheathe of her pussy sucked in the sergeant's cock, taking him up to the hilt. Both groaned in delight. Her soft magenta fingers scraped down his muscled arms, drawing blood and leaving runnels of reddish blue, infecting him with mindless, burning desire. His hips bucked wildly, each slam sending her ivory and bubbly ass cheeks into a jiggling frenzy, never allowing her rippling flesh to settle down. Their eyes met and a connection was forged. His brown eyes dulled before her unfeeling, alien gaze. The beautiful shades of neon blue shimmered within her irises, pulsating with mental commands that sent Barrows into frantic and lustful seizures. His whole body convulsed underneath her voluptuous form, his muscles fully flexed as he squeezed her immense, plump globes in between his fingers. He was enamored with their softness, how they poured through his hands, and the pleasant magenta tinges that framed her copious pearl white flesh. "Gaaaah!" he roared, his drool flecked teeth clenched as he pummeled the alien seductress's inhumanly tight walls, contracting around the head of his cock in a devastating rhythm. "Become the Swarm!" she moaned, and jutted the trembling slopes of her enormous breasts against his palms, his groan as they rebounded against his hands music to her ears. She pushed him on further, filling herself up to the sergeant's balls. She relished the familiar tremor in his loins and the mad jerking motions as he sprayed his seed deep inside her alien depths. It was the last climax he would have as a human. Unknown to her, stingers slid from underneath her nails and into his flesh, filling his underlying tissues with the same mutative proteins that brought her own humanity to its pleasurable end. Her own release flushed feminine nectar out from her slit in an orgasmic spray, moistening her thighs. The carnal concoction teemed with invasive alien fluids and seeped into Barrows' manhood, eager to visit their insidious purpose upon the convulsive sergeant. The whites of Barrows' eyes showed while foam bubbled from his mouth, the sergeant completely lost in the throes of having his genetics rewritten, his identity erased before the Swarm. Memories of old battles and old comrades burned away in flashes of nuclear white. Darkness loomed and only the numberless and luminescent eyes of the Swarm greeted him in his enslavement. His identity crumbled, his loyalties evaporated and his purpose was redefined. He and Lya were the first of a new breed, destined to bring the human race not into eternal silence, but eternal obedience. A numb smile stretched his face. He was content. Lya rose her sculpted, pearlescent ass off his cock, those perfect, bubble-shaped cheeks affording a slight jiggle and flex as his thickness drew out of her. She sighed as she got to her feet, feeling his groping hands slide off the slopes of her giant and overripe tits. Now all there was to do was wait. She saw him toss and turn in the bog, watching with sadistic glee as the man's musculature expanded into hulking proportions, his body retuning itself for mass slaughter of troops and mass conversion of viable females. Unlike Lya, his skin turned void black in his ripped midsection and upper chest, the outer areas of his body shifting into hues of lustrous reddish sapphire. Assimilation She spared a glance at the now dead husk of the alien that converted her. She felt a momentary tug of sadness for the creature, now having more in common with it than her former humans. Still, it had served its purpose just as she had served hers with Barrows. Assimilation.