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Synopsis: Aliens (who look more-or-less human) come to Earth and 'de-evolve' selected people to their natural state to serve as slaves. Story follows the adventures of a particular slave and her loving mistress.
Dawn's Story Several light-years from 44 Sol Star system, sometime during the temperate period before the end of our last Ice Age, some 130,000 years ago or so... Partial Star log records of Life Transport Alexandria as recorded within a distress beacon launched from the ship: Captain Torbin's entry Eridani Date 14546:1536, twelve years 120 days ship's relative time(.85c) since departure 0.35 LY from 44 Sol and far off planned flight plan from 82 Eridani II to Eta Cassiopei IV Engineering reports heavy damage to systems from our accident; four crew members did not come out of their cocoons. Chief says we'll be lucky to make it to 44 Sol; energy reserves are below 24%, and we'll have to bring our cargo out of their cocoons if the system's asteroid field has no Trilium 426 to replenish energy supplies. Distress beacons have already been dispatched, but I don't expect help for at least two years assuming another star ship is anywhere close. Otherwise, help could be twenty years or more away, it's 20 LY back to home world and 19 LY on to the water world we were bound for. I just hope 44 Sol has a tropical world, our cargo has been conditioned for our destination; we don't have the supplies for them to survive a temperate or cold world until help arrives. Date 14594:1015, Captain Good news and Bad. We have dropped below relativistic speed and entered the system. Stellar cartography reports this system has been charted but not surveyed. Geologic probes show no signs of trilium or other minerals we can process; reserves are barely enough to maintain stasis in the cocoons. Probes into the inner system indicate the 2nd or 3rd planets as possible water or tropical worlds. Engineering says we will have to land somewhere soon, to attempt repairs or wait for rescue. Whatever the planet turns out to be, it'll have to do. Date 14598:0805, Captain Now in geopolar orbit around the 3rd planet. Close probes showed 2nd to be too hot even for our worker bees, and 4th was too cold and dry even for the crew. Science says the 3rd planet is perfect- 73% water and an estimated mean temp of 63 degrees. They think the equatorial regions should range from 70 degrees to 100 degrees most of the time; the only drawback- the planet is in the temperate period between ice age cycles and is due for another cold spell in 20,000 years or so. I'm glad we are expected at the colony on Eta Cassiopei IV; they need our cargo's aquatic abilities, I hope we'll be long gone before it gets cold here. A beacon broadcasting our position and situation has been released. Engineering is preparing to land, and we're in for a rough one. Date 14602:1664, Captain - five hours after landing Barely made it to ground, we put down near an inland sea surrounded by several large continents. A few casualties: Simons in engineering is dead as well as junior operations officer Buncombe, and the chief was hurt. He's well enough to supervise and Doc says he'll be OK if help isn't too late. We've brought out the cargo to save our reserves, remaining energy should be enough for emergency lights and communications for at least several years. Chief says we are definitely stuck 'til help arrives; this planet has some interesting ores, but nothing we can use to refuel the ship without a massive processing plant. In his typical cheery tone he said there's no use in repairing our systems without fuel. Its been amusing watching our hairless work drones, they're in the water frolicking naked like the ape-like creatures we've seen. We've lost track of some of them; fortunately they're genetically different enough from the native apes that we'll be able to track down them all when a ship arrives. They're able to fend for themselves well enough that I expect only minor depletions before our extraction. They seem to be able to determine what foods are safe to eat instinctively so I've ordered our food supplies rationed only to the crew. Our science officer has supplemented our diet by watching which fruits the drones pick. Date 14602:1449, Science Officer's Log - two hours after landing Cycling of Stasis Cocoons has begun. Mutation warning lights have appeared on units 45, 46, 84, and 126, but with only myself and a junior officer right out of Academy I don't have time to investigate. Captain wants the units shut down so we can save power for minimum life support and communications. So far I expect only one actual failed cocoon, there wasn't as much damage as in the forward area with crew cocoons. Our cargo is already starting to stir. I've looked out the window and have seen some interesting flora and fauna. Hope to have time to do some cataloging while we wait for rescue. The humanoid apes seem interesting in particular, there is one species that walks upright and seems to use animal skins for clothes. Date 14987:0853 or there abouts, Captain Its been over a year local time and no sign of rescue or radio contact with other ships. I wish we had a larger crew; with 23 people I just don't have the resources for an extended stay. Help may never come unless a passing ship heard our distress call. Since we're so far off course, decades will likely pass before we see a ship; assuming they've realized we're stranded. The drones are all over the place now and run naked in and out of the water like nothing was wrong. I'm beginning to think running around nude is not such a bad idea; my last uniform is badly torn. Its too bad we don't have the genetic conditioning for prolonged water exposure. When we get back, I'll have to tell the genetics boys they did a great job on this batch... Date 15672: time midday, First Officer The captain was killed 3 days ago by one of the native large animals while hunting. Supplies are gone, as well as the last of the ships energy reserves, our efforts on the comm. channels have got no response . We've about lost hope; rescue still hasn't come, and our remaining Science officer says we can't survive much longer than twenty more years on this planets food sources without synthetic supplements... I do not expect to make anymore log entries, after encoding this log along with full sensor and library logs into a beacon, I've launched it into a far orbit. I don't expect to see a rescue ship. Those crew members with family on Eta Cassiopei included personal messages; fortunately due to the nomadic nature of space travel most of the crew have no families. Date more than 10 years after last post: The last beacon continues broadcasting its distress signal as it drifts in Sol's Oort cloud. Its diagnostic system has failed to detect a blown power amplifier. Its signal can only be heard within 4 AU. or so. Early beacons were picked up but only indicated approximate flight path; no sign of the location beacon was ever found. Debris was found floating near where the ship was first damaged. Search vessels cruised within long range scan distance to 44 Sol, unable to detect signals from the Alexandria's signal and unwilling to waste years on a out of the way voyage, they continued on... Command eventually listed the Alexandria as missing and presumed destroyed. As the Alexandria's remaining crew sits hopelessly waiting for a ship to come, the drones obliviously play and mate in the warm tropical water. End Prologue Chapter 1 Dawn's story: Approximately 2024 AD Earth date, Colony Water world Zeta Herculis II - 77% water, Mean Temp 64 degrees. THEY landed on July 24 2004 AD when I was 30 years old. It's one of the few dates I still remember- The Day, the day the astronauts died, my birthday, and Christmas. I have no idea when those dates come, but I remember the numbers. They must know when each year my birthday is, once a year They treat me special and give me a few treats; especially that sweet fruit They know I love. Believe it or not, I was actually glad that They had come: 2004 on Earth was not a happy place to live. When I was a little girl, it seemed our governments were going to blow us all to kingdom come. Now it seemed we were just going to tear each other limb from limb until there was no one left to fight. First it was the Arabs and Israelis; the peace they hoped for never came. Likewise, England and the I.R.A.; peace was talked about, but everyone just kept fighting. Every day it seemed things got worse. First it was a busload of tourists shot dead; next time was an airliner or cruise ship. We wondered where would it all end? For most of the '90's it was the Arabs and Israelis, the English and the Irish, the Serbs and Bosnians; then in the new millennia it seemed to be everyone. It was like the world was way overpopulated, and everyone was just plain mad. It had gotten to where I was afraid to go out at night, sometimes even to go to work in the mornings. So I guess I was glad The Visitors came. What they might want of our miserable little planet scared me, but they also represented some kind of new hope. I remember they showed up in a huge ship that hovered over the White house. It looked like something from the old Star Trek series- it had a huge roundish, sort of angular part in front with a long spindle coming out behind it. The spindle had a oval pod above and below the front disk, I guess they were engines, I don't really know. I remember exactly where I was that day; they interrupted all the TV channels with a live image of their ship over the White House. After 10 minutes or so their captain appeared on the TV. I remember the date because the only thing more vivid in my memory is watching the space shuttle blow up, killing everyone on board, while I was at school as a little girl. Anyway, I remember I was surprised their captain looked just like us except more regal looking and tall. I thought aliens were short hairless guys with big eyes. This guy looked like one of us- well not quiet like now but how we were. He spoke to the entire planet. Told us how they came in peace and meant us no harm. I remember him telling everyone how they were distant cousins of ours; he just didn't say how. I thought it was odd how his mouth looked like an old Japanese Kung Fu movie; his lips didn't quite sync with his words. He finished his short speech by saying he and his people would meet with the leaders of the world and that all of them would speak to the people of Earth again. I remember being rather bewildered, after all I was just a simple Sales and Customer Support clerk at a local computer and electronics store. I always left the smart stuff to the salesmen, I just knew how to run the cash register. All of us just stood there staring at the image of the ship after his speech. Later I read in the news that outside, many people rioted and raged in the street. The paper said that some preachers took it as a sign to rant about the coming apocalypse. They seemed really upset that the aliens said they were our cousins; I guess the bible doesn't leave much room for relatives in outer space. I laughed when they said the Commander was the antichrist. Anyway, the riots quieted down when the police came in. For some reason, as soon as the guys in riot gear appeared, most of the citizens snapped out of it and when back home. Only a few troublemakers were actually arrested. Soon everything seemed to go back to normal, the aliens didn't seem ready to take over, and the TV went back to normal programming. Over the next weeks and months, our global unrest seemed to calm. Some of those who'd fought for centuries, continued - albeit somewhat less aggressively. Everyone else just kind of stopped to see what would happen - I don't think I was the only one who thought of the aliens as a new hope. We heard from the Commander again several days later. He appeared on TV from the UN building along with several other aliens and many of the World's leaders. The TV kept panning back and forth between the aliens and the leaders. I could see how like and unlike they were to us: They were tall, the men at least six and a half feet; and muscular, none of them were fat; to me they all looked very regal, the commander looked like a king of some empire. Their clothing seemed to be shimmery colored jumpsuits. Except for the height and regalness, they looked just like us. The president of the U.N. came toward the camera with the leaders of the U.S., Russia, China, Japan, and U.K. right behind him; the other leaders crowded in behind them. He started speaking, first introducing the commander and his officers to everyone. He said all of the nations in attendance had elected him to speak for them all. He first repeated that the aliens, he said they called themselves Eridani's, came in peace to interact and trade with us. He indicated that the Eridani's had many technologies they would share with us in exchange for trade and mining rights here on Earth. He turned to the Commander who pointed out a star system called 82 Eridani G5 on a map off to the side; I'm still confused about exactly where it is, I've always had trouble even with two dimensional maps. Anyway he said the G5 meant it was a yellow sun like ours but a bit smaller; their planet was the second one and orbited much closer to its sun. So the commander listed a number of minerals and ores they needed, some that we didn't even want on our planet to begin with. He reassured everyone that they could be mined using deep shafts drilled by lasers from orbit, and that the process was completely automatic, only requiring operators, and that it was completely safe both to the Earth and its inhabitants. He listed a long list of things we would get in return: safe, cheap, and powerful fuels and energy; much improved communication and computer equipment, better ways to farm, a whole lot of technological things I didn't understand, very improved medical care including possible cures for many diseases; and chances for those qualified to go to their Academy and travel the stars on their star ships. The president came back up, and after more talk, told everyone that this was it for now, and to stay tuned into the news for more announcements later. The first thing they did was to phase out all of the nuclear reactors and other power plants for their new advanced power systems. I understood that a half dozen or so new power stations could cleanly supply the entire world's electricity very cheaply. They said something about it was so cheap because the Eridani's subsidized the cost in part exchange for the mines they were building. About this time, we began to see many ships arriving; most of these were much more angular and bulky except for a few like the first one. I think they said some had come that we didn't even see - I think these had stayed in orbit to power their mines. I had wondered why the power companies didn't complain about losing their profits, but I guess they found new markets for them to expand into. As power plants, transportation and other big petroleum companies switching to the clean fuels, environmental cleanup became the next new thing. The aliens assisted of course, and many people who'd been out of work before found a new source of work. Tools to make underground building easier were brought in, and underground housing became popular. Overnight many buildings got torn down to make way for gardens and parks. Of course they left all the historic sites; who wants to tear down some hotel George Washington stayed in? With the arrival of all those ships, we saw more and more aliens on Earth. After three or four months we saw them on the street all the time. For some reason they always seemed to stare at me but I didn't take notice of it; after all with my long brown hair and medium sized firm breasts men always stared at me. Most of the aliens I saw were men. I did see at least a few women; They seemed to stare too, but I paid no attention. I've had one or two ladies look at me before and by now I'd heard rumors that the aliens had no hang-ups. My friend Sally said they even allowed marriages with three or sometimes more people! I didn't care - They came to our restaurants and bought food, they came into the store and bought all kinds of stuff. They seemed amused with the computer games the store sold, and bought them by the handful. I think the banks had set up exchange rates; they'd just give me a card that I swiped through the register, I never had one of their cards fail. Soon we were selling all kinds of new gadgets, we stopped carrying most of the old computers. At first the new stuff didn't have brand names, but later the new computers said IBM, Apple, Compaq, etc. We still sold those video games by the truckload. With all these Eridani's coming in, they got to be real familiar to me. Most of them still seemed to stare at me, but a few had become friendly. One in particular, he looked young but I think he must have been older since I heard they live 500 years or more and don't die except by old age or accidents, kept coming in over and over to buy more games. He started to open up, and talked about his ship and what he did. One night I was in a bar eating dinner and he was there with his buddies. He came over and asked if he could sit and talk to me. He asked me all kinds of questions! He did mention he was married and his wife was back on Eridani with another husband and kids. He started talking about how they were free to date others as they wished, and how they often brought dates back to meet the spouse. This caught me off guard; usually married men trying to pick me up deny being married, and we wound up back at my place and during our heavy necking I found out he definitely had his equipment in the right place (Dawn reaches one hand down under her belly and massages herself). I was a bit nervous about walking home with him. Guys always told me I was pretty, but I guess I always had somewhat of a confidence problem. I always worried too much about how I looked, and when guys tried to reassure me, I worried more. I didn't go out on dates much. I'd only had two real boyfriends, and one of those was in high school. I usually wound up staying home. I think I let the Eridani come home with me partly because he had a subtle way of making me feel at ease and good about myself. So like I said, we went up to my apartment and made out really heavy. We would have gotten further except I heard beeping come from his uniform collar and he said he had been ordered back to the ship early. Before he left, he said he hoped he'd see me again. What he did before leaving struck me as odd; instead of kissing me, he held me close and stroked the back of my head like I was his younger sister or something. I saw him in the bar once or twice but never went out on a date with him again. The Eridani's weren't what I expected at all. Like I said, their men were six and a half feet tall at least. Most of the women were around six. All of them were handsome or beautiful, not one was ugly. They always walked with purpose, walking gracefully with confident precise strides, even when they were just strolling around. They all seemed strong, agile, and quick; I once saw one of them take down four human thugs hoping to rob him. Of course the thugs were really stupid to try in the first place; the Eridani probably had no money and only a debit card they couldn't have used anyway. The Eridani reminded me of one of those old Kung Fu guys; he knocked them all out, but didn't beat them needlessly. The Eridani never showed anger once during the entire incident. They are always calm and collected emotionally; but not unemotional like the character Spock from Star Trek. They never get angry or upset, however they are quick to show compassion, warmth, or laughter. I remember another incident that happened in the store- one of them had come in to purchase some games, and the register wouldn't work. Nothing I did helped, and my boss angrily yelled at me, telling me I never did anything right. While I stood there on the verge of tears, the Eridani just patiently stood there. He reassured me, telling me I was doing my best, then turned to my boss. My boss furiously ranted and raved while the Eridani barely whispered. Suddenly my boss turned to me and apologized, then left. It turned out the problem was the mainframe, I never did anything wrong. Seeing how my boss reacted to the Eridani gave me quite a thrill; my boss was something of a terror and made life horrible for everyone there. I discovered they are pragmatic and straightforward - they are still puzzled and amused by some Earth customs and notions. Like I said before they have no hang-ups about sex, bodily functions, or relationships. It's all part of life and there's no need to hide seemed to be their attitude. Nudity especially confused them, it made no sense to them to hide things everyone had. For them clothes were mainly for comfort in non controlled environments as well as for rank and work division identification. I learned later that off duty, nudity was accepted, especially in warm environments. Our history of slavery also puzzled them - the concept wasn't new to them and even seemed accepted, but our past tendency to enslave others of our own kind simply based on skin color did not make sense to them. With the increased numbers of Eridani on planet came more advancements. Next were new cars with the improved power plants. They said the new ones were much better for the environment; I'm not sure, I never even drove my old one much. Ford didn't seem to care, from reading the paper I think they were retooling to make aerospace stuff. These new cars were neat, you just got into them and said where you wanted to go. I didn't even have to steer. I just got in and it took off into the air. Like I said I never really liked cars and didn't use mine much anyway. The medical advances they brought were the most wondrous. I kept hearing about new developments just about everyday. First they came up with brand new artificial hearts. If you needed a new one, you were back up in just a couple weeks, and didn't even need to carry around a power supply. They cured all those incurable diseases named after dead sports stars and stuff. To get rid of cancer, all you had to do was take pills for a couple weeks and you'd never get it. If you were overweight, or bald, or ugly; they could fix that too. For a while all the medical people who'd spent all those years studying were a bit anxious and upset, but the Eridani's found a solution again. They announced a new program about how they were short on science crewmen on their exploration ships. The TV said something about seeing the far reaches of the galaxy and beyond. It stated "Call 1-800-555-5555 and give us your name, social security number, and schooling". I think they'd then check up on you and call in those they were interested in. A lot of people signed up I think, they must have because there seemed to be fewer human doctors. After nine months or so, I think they cured just about every disease and ailment. They even talked about a possibility of renewed youth for older people; the commentator said "One day you can just check into a hospital and they'd put you through a series of gene rejuvenations that'd return your youth to you." I guess they finally even cured the cold- at least I haven't had one since. Things did start to get a bit weird. I kept hearing rumors about people turning up missing. I never thought much about it though. Once I got a video call from a guy I used to date in school. He said he'd graduated medical school just after the aliens came. He told me he spent four months at an Eridani academy and was on a star ship near the Denemb system now. Some people made a big deal about it, especially those street corner preachers that always talked about the end of the world. You know what I thought about them. Plus they brought the subject up on the TV talk shows. Geraldo brought out a bunch of people who'd "turned up missing". One guy was in a Eridani uniform like my friend. Another said he had just come out of the hospital free of some old health problems, and had gone to the tropics for a month to celebrate. All other guests had similar stories, and Geraldo brought out some guy with a greasy beard and dirty clothes carrying a "The End is Near" sign. After shouting accusing questions at the guy, while the audience jeered, he announced it was all a scam. I always believed Geraldo. Those fanatical religious guys really didn't like it when cures for AIDS and all the other sexual diseases were announced one after another. If you had a disease they had treatments that would cure you in days. Everyone who wanted would receive vaccines and would never get sick again. The "End is Near" guys couldn't stop talking about that with sexual diseases cured, the free love "sinful" days would come back. About a year after they landed, and the Geraldo scandal had faded, I was at the pub eating dinner when a sharp pain shot through my side. It hurt so much I fell down on the floor, and curled up into a ball. One of waitresses got to me about the same time as one of the Eridani officers. Both asked me if I was all right simultaneously. The officer offered to drive me to a doctor, but the waitress said "No, I'd better call an ambulance". One got there as my pain was starting to lessen a bit. After taking my vital signs and examining me, the driver put me on a stretcher, telling me "It's just a bit of appendicitis". After giving me a painkiller, he wheeled me into the back of the ambulance, and we rode to the hospital. In the emergency room, the human nurse took my vital information then rolled me to a bed in the emergency ward. She pulled the curtain as she talked to me. She undressed me, pulling my shoes off, then removed my blouse and my jeans, then my panties and bra. Even though the curtain was closed, I was a bit nervous as she pulled off my rings and other jewelry, placed them on a tray and left me as naked as when I was born. Turning away for a moment, she got a short gown and then had me reach out my arms so she could put it on me. She took all my clothes and possessions and walked away, leaving me there to listen to the sounds of a very busy emergency room. After five or ten minutes she came back with an injection for the pain. I was told again it was just a simple case of appendicitis. They would operate as soon as possible, and it would all be OK soon. I slowly faded into sleep as I felt the painkillers kick in. Chapter 2: I awoke with a start on my stomach in a brightly lit white room, and with alarm looked around. It didn't look like a room at the hospital- the walls were made of some slick white plastic like material and everything looked very futuristic. There were three beds beside the one I was lying on. One was close, right next to mine and parallel to it; The other two were on the opposite side of the room, lined up with mine and the other one. A wall with some sort of sliding door in the middle ran parallel to the side of my bed. The wall opposite that was covered with LCD electronic panels separated by sliding cabinets. I could see square black panels behind each of the beds on the other side. The whole room was barely big enough to hold the beds and a comfortable walking space all around them. I couldn't turn my head to see the wall behind me. As the shock of waking up suddenly in an unfamiliar room dimmed, I got terrified even more as I realized I was nude, lying face down and totally exposed on the bed with no covers over me. The top of the bed was made of some kind of moist synthetic material. Like I said, I was lying on my stomach, hands down at my side, and my chin resting on sort of a pillow molded into the bed with my head almost reaching over the end facing towards the center of the room. A thousand emotions ran through my head; I felt scared, frightened, embarrassed, humiliated, and most of all exposed. What horrible things were they do to me? I didn't know and I was afraid to find out. My emotions coursed through my brain faster as I realized I was held in position and prevented from turning over by the molded surfuce of the bed. It was molded exactly to the curves of my body, forcing me into a natural relaxed position sunk down into the bed a bit. My head was forced upward to a slight angle from my neck, not too steep to be uncomfortable. Lying down I could easily see the room in front of myself. My arms were along my side, it was hard to pull them up under my chest or above my head. The bed forced my legs to bend naturally at my knees and kept my legs a foot or so apart; my feet were pointed downward and back towards the wall behind me, fitting into sort of pockets in the bed. I found I could push with my feet against the back of the pockets to arch my back and raise my head or get my hands up, but not without effort. I was most conscious of the position it forced my body into. The bed was curved to my natural posture, and supported my back at a slight concave curve and my shoulders and pelvis slightly higher than my tummy. It raised my pelvis up a bit more than my upper body, so my butt was arched slightly up into the air; I could feel air on my bare pussy. I trembled as I realized my constrained position. Terror rushed through my mind as I realized the black areas on the walls might be one way windows. If the black areas across the room were windows, there must be ones behind me too. I became more and more frantic; I did not where I was nor who brought me here. The horror of it all began to sink in as the seconds, which seemed like hours, ticked by. I got more and more scared, I wanted to get up and find a robe or a sheet, anything. I wanted to hide, run anywhere but here. I had never been comfortable with my nudity, even in private let alone a place where a stranger could walk in; shame raced through me. I struggled frantically, trying to get out of the bed. It seemed to resist my efforts, and it became harder and harder to fight. This only made my emotions rage even more; sweat poured from my body, and I shivered as I was suddenly cold. I did not notice the bed get more moist nor the smell coming from my chin rest. With sudden clarity I realized the room had been at a perfect temperature for my nudity. Suddenly, in the midst of my struggles, I started to feel too tired to be alarmed. I sank back into the bed, and hovered back and forth from a drowsy state, forgetting my fright, at least for a while. As I lay there, slipping in and out of consciousness, I started to calm. I began to notice details about the room and myself I had missed before. Like I said the bed was moist, but not uncomfortable to my skin. Where it touched me, my skin was moist and slick, but after my sweat glands shut down, I wasn't cold anymore. The temperature was perfect for my comfort. From arching upwards during my struggles, I noticed it seemed cooler away from my bed. The other beds were empty, and their blue tops smooth and flat, but made of the same material as mine. I noticed small panels on the sides near their heads, and what appeared to be recessed open areas below their front ends. I tried to stretch and look below and behind my bed, but I didn't have the energy. I could only look ahead or to my sides. Suddenly I realized, the pain in my side was gone! As I groggily lay there, it occurred to me that it hadn't even hurt when I put up such a fight. I continued to lie there, and after satisfying myself about my apparent surroundings, I let myself relax again. I napped for a while, halfway waking several times. Still no one entered and I began to wonder. I napped for several hours I guess, I'm not sure. Finally, I heard the door swish beside me. I jerked with alarm again, and started struggling again. Someone was coming! And I didn't want them to see me naked! I saw a nurse, a tall Eridani female, come through the door, whispering calming things to me - kind of what a mother would say to a young daughter. She came to a stop beside the bed and hung a flat hand held computer on the side of the bed. Still whispering to me and calling me her "little pet", she reached out her hand towards me. She stroked my back, starting at the base of my spine almost at the crack of my ass, and up to my neck and on to the top of my head. I jerked at the sudden sensation of her hand on my bare body then relaxed as I got used to it. She repeated this motion, sensually rubbing my back as she went, and despite myself I began to calm but remained apprehensive and puzzled about her words. Finding my voice I began asking questions: "Where am I?" "Onboard a Eridani Starship." "Where are my clothes? Please get me something to wear!" "They took them away at the Hospital. You won't need them here. Are you cold? I can raise the tempature if you like." "No, I'm comfortable.", I had to admit as she continued to stroke my back while her words soothed me-- "You don't have to me ashamed, there's nothing wrong with you body." Her words puzzled me, but her voice was somehow calming so I settled back down. She said "Just relax and let us take care of you; you've been very sick. I'll explain everything when you're ready.", then would say no more. As my tensions eased some, she stopped and reached for the clipboard again. I realized I liked her rubbing, and wanted her to continue. Despite myself, I arched my back, raising my pussy, now as moist as my belly was from the bed, into the air. My body seemed to act on its own, and my mind was forced to go along. As she touched the clipboards surface, she told me everything was going to be OK. Putting the clipboard away again, she pulled a white pill from a pouch at her side. She brought it to my mouth with one hand while gently grabbing the back of my head with the other. Telling me it would help me get better, she ordered me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. The hand rubbing the back of my head made me feel good again, and I arched upward, tilting my head up and my tongue out. She smoothly pushed the pill to the back of my throat, closing my mouth and massaging from my throat to my chin as I swallowed. Her hand reached under the front of the bed, returning with a clear glass of water, and brought it to my lips. I drank as she massaged the underside of my neck, hoping that she wouldn't tilt the glass too fast. I seemed to feel better even as the pill barely hit my stomach, and lay prone again. I didn't know why, but I felt calm and relaxed no matter what might happen next. She moved her hand to my back again, and continued stroking, not going so low this time, for a few more minutes, still telling me I was in good hands and that everything was going to be OK. I still felt exposed, but yet tingled all over. The butterflies in my stomach seemed gone, and she walked over to the wall opposite the door to a console on my side of the room. She stood there ten or fifteen minutes, her fingers flying over a touch sensitive keypad. She kept glancing over her shoulder at me every few minutes or so, and I just lay there, still apprehensive, with my head sideways against the molded side of the headrest so I could watch as she worked. In not too long of a time, she stopped and slid open a cabinet. Removing a tall opaque bottle, she came back to the front corner of my bed. She reached for the panel, and I got scared again as the bed moved. She reached out and stroked me as it remolded itself, raising me slightly into sort of a low hands and knees position. Telling me to relax, she poured part of the bottle into her hand and set it down on the edge of the bed. Rubbing her hands together, she started massaging me again, starting with my upper back, going down the back of my arms, down to my legs and feet, and then down my back again, ending by massaging my ass and pussy. I really jumped then, but she paid me no mind, and I settled down as she continued this, pouring out more of the liquid onto me, making me shiver, until I glistened all over. I felt strange, I still felt self-conscious about resting nude on my stomach, hands and knees while she stood there in her jumpsuit, walking around the bed to massaged me all over. I did not understand the feelings coming from my body. My pussy tingled with arousal and wetness; my whole body felt stimulated and hot, not quite like a sexual heat, but just like this was how I was supposed to feel all the time. Her treatment of me confused me too; I knew I was in some soft of hospital, but she literally did everything for me. After too little time she said enough for that side and hit the panel again. The bed flattened and I lay there flushed. She nudged me, and rolled me over onto my back. Already I'd become used to laying on my stomach, lying on my back didn't feel right anymore. I blushed again, feeling more exposed on my back. The bed adjusted to me again, and she started on my front, doing my arms and legs then my torso. As she got near my pussy, she kind of pulled at my pubic hair and seemed to shake her head; I just arched my back in an unabashed orgasm as she thoroughly massaged some of the liquid into my pussy and asshole, pushing firmly into me. She finished and the bed returned to its old position. I rolled over with it without any prompting; she smiled as I looked up. In my sated condition as I laid there like a snake with my arms down at my side and my head propped up on the cushion, I felt this was how I should lie from now on. She rubbed my back again and I raised my ass in pleasure. She quickly stroked my pussy once, then let the room. I got hot from her touch but calmed a bit with no more stimulation. It seemed right to stay aroused and ready all the time for some reason. Still,I was confused, as I lay there panting, I knew I should be mortified; not turned on as hell. In just a few minutes she returned with a male Eridani. I felt the same rush and alarm as when the nurse came in but it went away quicker. They seemed to pay no heed to my nakedness, I started to question what's wrong with nudity anyway? I guess he was a doctor, he looked at my chart, raised me up and felt my chest and heart, massaging my breasts, then felt my forehead, asked me to open wide and stick out my tongue, and looked down my throat and into my eyes; the usual things doctors do. He pinched me, felt my pussy, and pushed slick fingers into my ass and pussy. I really arched then, but he rubbed my back with his other hand, and I relaxed. Pulling his fingers out of me he wiped his hands and turned to talk to the nurse. He left and she pulled a oval dish full of a mushy stew like food from beneath the bed. She pulled a tray out from under the head of the bed and pulled it up towards my face and set the food on it. Petting my head she left the room. I looked at the food, realizing I could reach it easily. Seeing no spoon or fork, I stared at it wondering how I was supposed to eat. She came back in after a while and asked what was wrong while rubbing my hair: was it too cold? too hot? was I not hungry? She put her finger in the food and tasted it. She took it away, then put it back, rubbing me again. I could only conclude that they expected me to eat without utensils, and reached forward with my head, pulling up my arms so I could use my fingers. She patted my head again and left. Soon my arms were tired and I had to move them back down to my sides. I continued eating with just my mouth, licking the bowl like a cat. The bowl was shallow and it felt natural to lick and chew with my mouth only- I just had to keep reaching up to move my long brown hair aside. Licking my lips as I lay back, I decided table manners were overrated. I saw a tube beside the dish coming up from below my bed, I sucked it, tasting cool water, until my stomach felt about to pop and my thirst was gone. I lay my head back again and slept, I can't remember what I dreamed of. I awoke again, calmly this time just before the door opened. Almost before it slid aside, I smelt perfume. Without looking, I knew it was my nurse. After rubbing me hello, she reached under me and felt and massaged my lower stomach. She asked if I was full and needed to pee. As I nodded my head, she said go ahead and pee, the bed would catch it. I shook my head, nudity was one thing; if I was now in Eridani society and nudity was accepted, maybe I could adjust. Peeing on a bed in front of someone was quite another. She just reached under my front, found my clit and starting rubbing then squeezed it slightly. With arousal and a red face, I let it flow uncontrollably, I guess I was really full. When I was done, I saw the bed had molded itself so that my spray had been absorbed, leaving no extra wetness. She stated that my bowels needed emptying also, as if I didn't have a say in the matter. Reaching between my legs she pulled up a nozzle. After rubbing her hand against my ass cheek and pussy, she got the tube slick and placed it against my ass hole. I still reacted even though looking back it looked smaller that the doctor's finger. She stroked me as I was plugged up; it seems she could get me to do anything by petting my sensitive back. Suddenly I felt my anus stretch - somehow it expanded inside me. I felt the water start to flow up me, somehow the exact temperature of my hot body, and sweat came out of my pores. It continued until I thought it would come out my nose, and she raised me up off the bed onto my hands and knees. She kneaded my stomach and breasts, knowing just where to massage to ease the cramps. As the water stopped, I gasped with arousal and felt so full I thought I'd burst. Nurse continued to massage, murmuring "Its OK to cum, cum for me Dawn, its only natural". I felt my most intense orgasm ever start to come on as the water began to drain from me back through that same tube. I'm sure the humiliation of my new experiences was part of it. I emptied out more completely than ever before, and it started again before I could recover from the first filling. Two more cycles later I was flushed and weak as I started my third orgasm in a row. Suddenly the door rushed open and another nurse came in, saying "Is this our new patient that needs a trim?" I blushed lobster red at the thought of the door opening and yet another stranger seeing me stuffed and nude in the middle of an orgasm. She paid me no heed, and I couldn't very well stop no matter how embarrassed I was. After I drained again, my nurse pulled out the nozzle, and I flopped back down, open and yielding, my pussy now seemingly permanently wet. Before I could catch my breath, the second nurse said, "OK, turn her over... Yes all that hair has to go". After they rolled me over onto my back, I looked down at my pussy, my pubic hair was matted and wet. From a cart she'd brought with her, she got another bottle and pouring another lotion into her hands. Handing it to my first nurse, they massaged it all over my front from my face to my toes. I got even hotter and flushed, my body tingling as both of them worked me over. They ignored me; one of them would lightly slap my ass every so often to put me down. They never said a word as they worked, but I learned to stay aroused, and only come when allowed. They both pulled nozzles out from under the bed and rinsed me, leaving me soaked from head to foot and smooth as the day I was born. The excess water just went back into the table. They turned me over, keeping the table flat. They massaged more of the lotion into my back and neck, loosing me up more than I had ever been before. One of them then grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back in line with my spine. I just wiggled a bit, looking straight across the room as they did the backs of my arms, legs and my back and ass. They even rubbed it between my ass cheeks, around my ass hole and that area between my ass and pussy. As they rinsed my back, I really started wiggling, I was enjoying this now. Seeing my pleasure, they started playing with me, spraying me like kids used to do to each other at car washes. Every once in a while they'd stick a nozzle in my mouth, I'd always eagerly suck the water down with no problem. I felt like I'd found a racial memory mankind had foolishly thrown away. I definitely wasn't in any normal hospital, I felt more like someone's dog in a washtub in the backyard. I don't know what part of that visual image turned me on more: the idea of being a pet owned by someone or the fantasy of being an animal dependent on others for basic needs. When they stopped I wasn't ready, and sat up on my hands and knees, pouting like a puppy as they left me to dry naturally in the warm air. Hands and knees seemed as natural as the prone position, my head comfortably bent back. Suddenly, I felt an overwhelming need to pee, and crouching a bit, let a rushing stream go. I felt a sudden thrill as I unselfconsciously and openly peed in front of them both. They looked at me with surprise, and one of them teasingly spanked me hard on the ass, saying "We just cleaned you!" The spank felt good and I just squeezed my muscles and raised a leg as I shook the last drops off. They pushed me back down onto the bed, leaving my head and my wet hair hanging off the edge. The second nurse got combs, brushes, and cutters and started styling my brown hair. I cried out in shock as she started cutting large chunks off. Crying desperately, I struggled more than I ever done before. My nurse started yelling "Hold Still! This won't take long!" As they quickly held me down, parts of the bed rose up and flowed around me- straps held my feet and hands against the bed, others parts molded themselves around my waist, and another circled my neck and held my head securely out over the end of the bed. I couldn't move my head in any direction, and I struggled uselessly against my bonds. Realizing she was quickly cutting my hair short, I sobbed frantically. My first nurse, who I'd come to trust moved beside me, as the other one continued. I felt her move her hand between my legs to just below my pussy. With one smooth motion, she stroked me from my slick and smooth pubis, up along my lips, and on up to above my asshole. Never leaving my skin, she moved her hand back down to my pubis. She repeated this motion, rubbing me firmly each time. After the third or so trip, she started massaging into my ass hole and slit as her hand traveled back and forth. All the shame and humiliation of my whole ordeal welled up inside and overflowed as I cried softly, my tears falling with my hair. I shook and twisted, crying openly, as I came continuously while the nurse styled my hair into a short pageboy style like that actress who played Lois Lane. As my head hung over the edge, the nurse finished up, massaging some sort of mouse into my hair. As my struggling slowed, the restraints receded into the table. My mistress, at least that's how I thought of her now, continued masturbating me, only not as intensely. Free of the restraints and my distress forgotten, with my arms I raised my head and shoulders up, proudly showing my tits to my hairdresser, and pushing my stomach down onto the flat bed, arching my ass against Mistress's hand. Reaching for my hairdresser's stomach with my mouth, I came animalistically as they worked me at both ends. As my heartbeat slowed, one of them reached between my asscheeks, cupping my pussy, and jabbed her thumb into my asshole and curled her fingers firmly against my mound and clit. I yelped as she swiftly pulled me up onto my hands and knees. She pushed and prodded me until I arched my back and raised my head like Lassie. My breasts hanging heavy below, I was shifted closer to the side, facing my first mistress. She had another pill in her hand and moved it to my mouth. This time I didn't cooperate. I kept my mouth pinched tightly closed as she tried to push it in. My other new mistress suddenly slapped my right haunch. I shook my head and wiggled from side to side as the sting sent a new thrill up my spine. She spanked me again, harder, and this time I opened. As I opened my mouth, Mistress inserted her fingers into my mouth, pushing the pill deep into my throat. Simultaneously, my pussy and ass were squeezed, causing me to open up even wider. Mistress closed my mouth and I swallowed. She produced a bottle of liquid and upended it in my mouth. I was pleased to swallow it all. Mistress behind me pulled out of me, and they left me breathless on the bed. They came back with the same white lotion my first nurse had massaged me with. They squirted it into their hands, and began massaging me again. They massaged quickly and professionally this time, one starting with my head and the other my feet, meeting at my middle. They got both my top and bottom with the same pass this time. I wanted them to play with me, but they ignored me, making several quick passes. Since they wouldn't play, I had to patiently kneel, beaming like a happy collie. They squirted more lotion onto me, stroking me until I was slick and gleaming like some scaleless fish. It was over before I was ready and I was pushed back prone onto the bed. It reformed around me as Mistress placed another bowl of food in front of me. I realized I was famished; I hungrily licked and chewed, using my hands never occurred to me. My hairdresser left before I realized; my new haircut didn't seem so bad now. My hair didn't get in the way as I messily rooted my nose in the bowl. Mistress stroked my head as I eagerly licked every corner of the bowl. As I finished and looked up at her while licking my lips, she reached out and wiped a bit I'd missed from the corner of my mouth. Quickly, before she could move her hand, I reached out and licked all traces of it off her finger, sucking on her fingers 'til I was sure I'd got it all. She smiled, and turned to leave. Pausing at the door, she turned and said "You need to get some Sun." She touched a panel next to the door, and more lights came on above me. I quickly warmed from the heat of the lamps. I stretched and twisted to work my tension out. Lying full length along the bed, and reveling in my nudity, I reached my arms up past my head and over the end. The bed let me move my body and I felt it remold itself and stretch me as far as I'd go. It forced my throat and head up in line with my spine again, and I looked at nothing across the room. I let my mind go blank, I'd never sunbathed much, this felt good and I wished I was outside under a real sun, although I felt nervous about the idea of going outdoors like this. Hours passed. Lying sweaty, I had time to reflect. I didn't know how long I'd been here, but it couldn't have been longer than several days depending on how long I'd been out after my appendicitis. I still didn't know what they wanted with me, but I decided they must be grooming me for something. Anyway, I no longer felt afraid, I was calm and fully relaxed. I always had trouble with work - I just didn't fit in, I wasn't always real bright and I never handled stress well. I didn't really understand it yet, but I felt confident that I would be taken care of here. Somehow, as I laid nude under the lamps, I felt comfortable and better than ever. As I lay there on the bed, I knew I must be on a star ship. I could feel its vibrations up through the bed and into my breasts and body. I don't think I would have been able to feel it a few days ago, but I seemed to be more sensitive now. I seemed to remember my mistresses by smell, both of them had distinct odors. I could tell them apart even before they came into the room. I know I didn't have smell like that before. Just then the bed shifted and shaked. Without thinking, I rolled over onto my back returning my arms to my sides. The bed molded to me again, and I ran a hand across my pussy. I smelled different then I remembered from before, more musky and less strong. I decided my body smelt good to me as I brought my moist hand up to my mouth and licked it. My front had lost some of its slickness from rubbing against the bed, and I had an idea. I brought both hands down to my slit and dipped in. I rubbed my honey over my tight stomach and up over my breasts. I continued rubbing myself, mixing my juices with the sweat pouring under the hot lights. Coated and slick, my skin didn't feel dirty or sweaty; my juices smelt sweet and good with just a hint of a musky odor. I lay there for hours, running my hands across myself ever so often, just to keep the tension up. The lamps got me even hotter and my sweat continued to pour. I smelled of sex, and it just got me more aroused as I lay there open and exposed. Soon I felt the need to pee again, after all the nurses had just about pumped me completely full of water. It felt good to just let go and have the bed soak it up. I grew curious and wiped a drop clinging to my leg. Bringing my hand to my nose, the smell didn't turn me off. Experimenting, I put my hand under my slit and squeezed out a remaining bit. It wasn't overpowering either; putting my hand in my mouth, it tasted like pee all right but the taste didn't bother me. My sense of smell seemed very sharp, yet smells I would have considered bad before seemed to be just another smell now. I wondered if I had had enough sun, when I realized the door was about to open. I tensed, curious who'd come through. Out of new habit, I rolled back over onto my stomach, letting the bed hold my head and ass high. My muscles and spine seemed looser and more relaxed than before. Like my sense of smell, I guessed it must have been the medicines. I felt good stretched out on the bed, my neck was always long, and it felt good to hold my head up so I could watch more of the room. I heard the door swoosh, and panicked again when I smelt someone new coming in with Mistress! A human! I calmed a bit and laid back down when I realized whoever was coming was as naked as me. She came in, steered by Mistress's hand on her ass. She was a bit shorter than me, with a long lithe torso. Her skin was bronzed golden and glistened like mine. Likewise, she was hairless except for her short mousy blonde hair. Her pussy lips were full, open, and droopy; her clit was very prominent, and she was obviously very aroused. Behind them, I could see and smell others walking by the door. I wondered if I was being silly about being seen as I realized she'd just been paraded around in front of all those people and showed no embarrassment whatsoever. Mistress left her standing in the middle of the room and came over to me after turning the lights back down to normal. Looking up at her, I noticed some sort of patch over her voice box I hadn't noticed before. I think it had something to do with why I could understand her and why her voice didn't quite match the movements of her mouth. She said "Time for a pill again" as she reached out a hand to my mouth. She didn't pet me as she put the pill down my throat so I licked her hand lovingly. I wanted to be petted and stroked. As Mistress held her hand still for me to lick, she laughed at my earlier panic. She told me "You'd better get used to being seen, sooner or later all 500 people on this ship will have seen you." I blushed at this comment as Mistress reached her other hand behind me, pushed her thumb into my ass and cupped my puss. She pulled me up and set me down off the bed. With her thumb in me, I stood as upright as I could, stretched to my tiptoes. Pulling her hand out and letting me down onto my feet, she led me over to the middle of the room and introduced me to Tina with her hand firmly on my ass cheek. Tina said "Hi Dawn" and smiled as she reached out with a finger and scooped a dollop of my pussy cream and brought it to her mouth to taste. Mistress just smiled and bent me 90 degrees and guided me between Tina's legs. Instinctively I went for her slit, sniffing and tonguing her hello as Mistress told Tina how I'd adjusted better than any of the subjects so far, even better than Tina. Thoughts flooded my mind as I licked; I hadn't thought about licking, my tongue just came out on its own. Once I'd have never done this, but Mistress had reached her hand down and was pumping her thumb into me again. I flexed my torso in time to her rhythm, and could not seem to control myself in my arousal. As my tongue continued licking, I couldn't remember what was so taboo about licking another pussy anyway? I jumped abruptly and Mistress pulled me back up when two new nurses came in announcing they had some new medicines for us to take. I blushed but stood up straight, breasts out like I was displayed on a pedestal, as Mistress pumped her thumb in and out of my ass while stroking my pussy with her fingers. One of the nurses went behind Tina and took control of her. The other one poured a white liquid down our throats as both our heads were pulled back. My mistress must have been in charge of the others because she ordered them to place Tina up on the other examination bed before the Doctor comes in. Clamping her hand back on my cheek, Mistress pointed me towards the door and said "Come on, we need to run a few tests on you - it's time you get completely over this silly embarrassment anyway". Just before we left, I looked back and saw how I must have looked on my bed. They had Tina spread out prone with her big breasts out in front and her head up high. One of them had a hand on Tina's pussy while the other feed some pills to her. I saw Tina submissively licking the nurse's fingers before Mistress forced me out the door. I walked out into my new world nude, hairless, glistening, and open for all to see. Mistress's hand gave me no choice, she nudged me in the directions she wanted me to go, twisting her strong hand to force me to turn whichever direction she wanted. As we walked down the halls, I sort of strutted, breasts up and out as I still felt the memory of her hand rhythmically pulling and prodding my pussy and ass hole. I found myself walking on the balls of my feet, like a young child trying to keep up with her older sister. Before we exited the room, she slapped my ass with the other hand and said "If you need to pee, hold it! Don't go in the floor." I thought that was a silly statement, then concluded that otherwise I might have forgotten in my nervousness. As the door opened and I walked out into the corridor, I felt more shame; mostly from the unknown - I had no idea what to expect. Chapter 2B I blushed each time someone passed. I couldn't help but notice they all stared at me just like the Eridani's had back on Earth. As I was walked down the hall, the stares were the last straw; the humiliation overflowed again and I openly sobbed as we walked. Mistress seemed to be concerned and said "Don't cry - You're beautiful. You should be proud and display yourself. All those people stare because they're fascinated by you and like looking at your beautiful body." After going around a corner, she walked me over to a window: "I want to show you something. "We're just leaving your home system. We're going slow, our scientists needed to survey some things out here. Right now we're less than a light year from Earth. Somewhere along this path, 130,000 years ago, one of our ships had an accident near here." She didn't say exactly what happened to the ship; I don't think anyone ever knew. She pointed to a group of slow moving stars off to my left, tracing a path where the ship had traveled. It had been enroute to another star at a different angle away from the Eridani home planet, and had gone off course after an unexpected failure. The crew had all been in sleep chambers since the ship did not have a faster than light drive, and the computer apparently failed to wake them until they got close to Earth. "It barely made it to your planet, and in the days of slower than light travel, help never came. Besides its crew, it was carrying a species we had engineered for a water world - 76% water and an average temp of 65 degrees. For comparison, Earth is now 70% water and has a mean temperature of 57 degrees. The ship's cargo was going to be used to colonize and develop that world. They didn't need clothes because they were engineered perfectly for their wet environment. Clothes are just a silly hang-up of humans anyway, when off duty in my quarters I rarely wear them. When the ship crashed, Earth was between ice ages and had more water surface area and a higher temp then now. The pilots thought it was OK. You humans evolved from the ones who survived the ice age; unfortunately the ship's crew did not survive." Much of this went over my head, but I understood that mutations occurred that made us humans what we are today, and that my genes were very close to those of the original species. They were giving me medicines and treatments to bring out all the original genes. She said I didn't need clothes because soon they'd be uncomfortable against my skin as it started naturally secreting lubrications, meant to help me on waterworlds and protect from the sun. After hearing this I thought no, it was because I was her prize show dog, and what good is a show dog if you don't show him. I tingled at the thought of me on a catwalk being led nude on a leash. As I pondered my situation and watched the stars out the window, they started moving faster, then suddenly blurred into lines. We then walked back towards the middle of the ship. I had stopped crying, and no longer blushed whenever someone walked by. Mistress massaged me firmly now in time to her strides. I had no choice but to sensually glide along to her rhythm, letting her fingers guide me like a leash. My nipples had gotten hard and swollen, people started tweaking them or petting my pussy as they passed. I held my head up, and stuck out my breasts as I walked. Despite myself, my pussy poured out now, my juices running down my leg. When my arms weren't hanging passively by my sides, I let my fingers run through my sex, rubbing my juices all over myself, wherever I could reach - up over my stomach, across my swollen breasts, on my arms. Mistress smiled at me reassuringly, saying "Yes, Let everyone see how turned on you are, how hot you are to be walked." I found that walking naked in public was like jumping into a pool - once you're in the water, it doesn't seem near as cold as you thought it'd be. We came to what I guess was a nurses station - a open area where four corridors met. An enclosed desk area sat in the middle, counters facing each one of the corridors. People were everywhere here, at least six or eight nurses were at the station, some behind it and others standing nearby talking to the nurses behind the counter. Other crewmembers walked by all over, I was so overwhelmed by all the people, I never really noticed most of them or their uniforms. My full attention was on the nurses at the station. As we closed, I still strutted, my back arched, breasts out, and ass firmly pushed back against Mistress's guiding hand. I decided it seemed to be the way to walk from now on, as I felt gentle air currents blow against my skin. Almost there, Mistress said "Come, I want you to meet the other nurses." I blushed deep this time, I'd never meet the nurses, not really even Mistress, they'd just treated me like a family pet, to be washed and groomed, and had barely acknowledged my presence. It felt humiliating again to be formally introduced and have them see me like this. Mistress calmed me, giving me a strong pull. "It's OK, everyone likes seeing you aroused, it means we did our job conditioning you to your new role." She introduced me, telling me their names. They didn't shake my hand or kiss me; they rubbed my pussy, breasts, or under my chin, approvingly. Mistress tilted me a bit as each held out a hand. I didn't know what to do with my limp arms, so I crossed them behind me as I lovingly kissed and licked each hand. I felt a breeze across both my holes, as Mistress pulled her hand from me, and left me standing in the middle of the hall, empty and open. Mistress told me "Wait here a minute, I've got some business to take care off." It felt different to stand here alone, while Mistress talked to the others. As I stood alone, I could feel the ships vibrations through the soles of my bare feet. Before, on our walk, I could only go where she wished. Now, I could take off running if I wished, but where would I have gone? I didn't even know where to find something to put on. I let out a sigh and resigned myself my fate, I folded my arms across my back again, letting my hands rest on the small of my back, just above my ass. I realized they could see all of me, even my spasming ass hole, still clutching for Mistress's touch and suddenly it seemed OK to be on display. I thought about the swimming pool analogy again, the reasons I was afraid to be seen naked in public seemed distant and I found it hard to remember them. I was open and liberated, I had no secrets anymore, and I felt good. Mistress came back, I turned and presented my ass to her. I spread my crack with my fingers, letting her thumb and fingers slip reassuring back into me. I took off even before she was ready, I had to be slapped several times on each check before I slowed and let her set my rhythm. I marched with pride now, everyone accepted me, nude and slick, so I decided that must be normal and OK. I knew my previous inhibitions with nudity were about what I imagined people would say; I recognized that here my unclothed body was accepted as normal, not with surprise or shock. I felt at ease until we rounded another corner - and I saw another human walking toward us. This one had clothes on! A blue uniform and boots like the doctors and nurses! I didn't see the insignia the others wore, but he had clothes and I didn't. This was too much, the aliens hadn't known me in my previous life, for all I knew, this was someone I'd meet before! My tears on my cheeks, Mistress stopped me with a pull, and turned me towards him as he approached. He said hello to Mistress as she introduced me telling me his name was William. Still sobbing, I arched my still loosening spine, hoping I could tilt my pelvic back enough that he couldn't see my pussy easily. He just laughed, and reached his hand between my stretched legs for my slit. I stood passively, nipples erect, as both their hands massaged me. I couldn't help but return to my aroused state as they talked, almost as if I wasn't there. Through my haze I heard him say he had been a fourth year student at Duke Medical School when Homo Sapiens Superior had landed. Tests indicated one of his ancestors had been from one of the mutated pods, whatever that meant. Anyway, he had the right genes and aptitudes to enter their academy in Science Division, and was now finishing his training as a Junior Ensign on this ship. With his hand still over my slit, his thumb massaging my clit, he started asking Mistress questions about me. I could only stand there, rocking on their fingers as they talked about me. Running her other hand along the bumps of my spine, mistress said even though I'd given her trouble at first, I'd adjusted quicker then any of the rest. A shiver followed her hand up my spine, I was still getting used to being intimately touched by others. It was pleasurable, and I found myself wanting their touches, but I could still remember how private Earth society was. As I slipped into thought again, I heard her say, "Dawn was a closet exhibitionist, she just didn't known it; now she's a complete exhibitionist." I guessed she was right as I teetered on the edge of an orgasm while another crewman walked by, paying no mind to my state. They continued talking, William asking about my treatments, and my genes. Mistress answered, saying "Yes, she's one of the humans whose gene mix is very close to the original drones." Hormones and conditioning has gone very well; we only have a few minor adjustments to make. I think I heard her say "We're going to see Doctor Talbert, Chief Science Officer now, then we'll see; I've become fond of Dawn." I had to shake the cobwebs out of my head when he started asking about my previous life. It seemed so long ago, even though I thought I'd been here less than a week. He asked me all kinds of questions: Where had I worked? What had I done? What did I think about the Eridani's that came into the store? How I felt when I had gone out with one of them. His questions made me feel good, he seemed interested in how I felt, not just what had happened or what was expected of me. Anyway, I didn't regret being taken away, I never really liked my life before. Too many responsibilities and worries, especially with work. Caught up with responding to his questions, I forgot my nudity. I got rigid again when he asked me about my mother, I couldn't bear to have her see me like this. My dad had died of a heart attack years ago, and I'd had a falling out with Mother soon after. I don't think I'd seen her in five years. Mistress stroked me reassuringly, saying "Relax, Most of Earth will be integrated soon. I can make sure your mother is rejuvenated, then she'll be conditioned just like you. She probably has the same genes, the important ones are maternal. We'll find her, and you can swim and play all day together. There's no need to fear, everything's different now." Forgetting about my mother, I wiggled seductively as he ran his hand across my smooth pubes, up my slippery belly, and touched each of my breasts. Nude, I found I could express so many subtle emotions and feelings with body language. His hand still playing with my rigid nipple, he turned to Mistress, saying "When you've finished her conditioning, you'll have to let her sun with the others, otherwise she'll burn too easily when we land. The sun is hotter than Sol." I just looked questioningly up at Mistress, she said "Don't worry about it now, You'll see soon enough". Quickly she added, "After your examination, I have a surprise for you." My pussy tingled as I wondered what it might be. Leaving him behind, we quickly went down that corridor, turned a corner, and entered another room. There seemed to be so many corridors, I was helplessly lost. This one had a single white examination table near the center, surrounded by instruments I didn't recognize. Small tables, their tops covered with glowing lights, were scattered around the room. Similar glowing panels, like the ones in the other room, covered all the walls. Pushing me towards the table, Mistress said, "Welcome to Genetic Science Lab 3. Just relax, We won't hurt you." The table was table was taller, more suited to Mistress's 6' 1" height. She had to propel me up onto it with her hand in my ass. This bed was flat and firm, I didn't sink down like on my bed. She stretched me out prone, pulling my hands down by my sides, and pulling up my head and my chin forced up on a chinrest. She massaged my neck and spine until I felt looser than ever. It was starting to feel natural to have my head up and my throat and mouth inline with my spine. I lay there quietly while Mistress went over to a wall console. After a patient wait, the doctor came in. He smiled and came over to the head of the table. Reaching out and rubbing my head, he said "So I understand you're learning to like being aroused out with people." I just sheepishly blushed and shook my head Yes, raising it up off the table. Mistress came back, and the doctor rubbed his hand down my back, saying "Just relax, Don't be afraid. We need to run some tests but they won't hurt." My body stretched out full length, he ran a probe like device all over me. He attached something that looked like a slender dildo to it , then pushed it into my mouth and prodded it all around, forcing me to open wide. He put it in my pussy next. Mistress made me stretch up, raising my ass, and arching my pelvis up, so he had complete access. I gasped when it went up my ass- I felt full, it felt like it went up to my tummy. His examination frustrated me, he treated me professionally, turning and examining me like I was a dog at the vets. He paid no attention to my constant arousal. I was dying for any relief at all, but he was completely serious. Mistress pulled over a cart with electronic instruments over, and brought a long snakelike tube close to my mouth. She said "OK, Dawn, He needs to insert a probe down your throat." "I need you to relax your muscles and open wide." Grasping the probe, the doctor pushed it into my mouth. I choked once, he pulled it out then carefully pushed it back down again as I tried to relax. I think it went all the way to my stomach. He left it there a few minutes, then smoothly pulled it out. They moved the cart near my side and brought up two more slender probes. One went up my pussy, and the other my ass. They both stroked me a bit while they waited. No one rubbed my sex though. After the probes were removed, they left me alone and went over to a console. I didn't know what to do without a bed to force me into place, so I stretched out to see how far I could go, feeling my bones crack a bit as I limbered up. [ Chief Science Officer's Report - Exploration Cruiser Talkos Zee - 5th Age, Date 34351:1056 We are outbound from Earth, on route to colony Alatlantia on Zeta Herculis II. We have 48 new water world conditioned work drones picked up from Earth. Well they weren't ready to start with, their genetic transformation will be complete when we reach Zeta Herculis II. I plan on keeping four onboard, three females and one male, especially the last one we received - Head Nurse Oktanawa has taken a liking to her and has requested the drone be given to her and I have decided to grant her request. We can use them for labor and exploration work on water planets - we seem to have spent a lot of time on them lately. We will keep that one and the one known as Tina, I haven't decided about which ones will be the last two. The pickup of these drones is a bit unusual- we don't normally disturb indigenous civilizations but this is a special case. We have been monitoring Earth for centuries, and increased our observations when they got to a technological level. We weren't responsible for their reports of UFO's though - that was just their overactive imaginations. It's quite impossible for their old style radar to detect our ships except in very rare circumstances. One of our cruisers was in their system monitoring their space probe launches when a routine scan indicated an artificial satellite drifting on an erratic orbit within their system's Oort cloud. Investigating, they detected an old faint Eridani distress call. Puzzled, they bought it aboard. They were able to download its logs and found that it came from the Life Transport Alexandria, presumed lost and destroyed over 130,000 years ago. The beacon had been damaged early on, and its signal too weak for long range detection. Search vessels did not closely investigate the system since space travel was so much slower then. Our civilization has risen and fallen countless times since then, progressing to space travel at least three times (In our present age, we have been in space 1000 years but until now we ignored many nearby systems and preferred very long range probes into the rest of the galaxy and beyond). We were able to find old records about their cargo in the archives on Home world. Their cargo was a shipment of work drones engineered for water worlds. Apparently they crashed on the third planet in the nearby system, called Earth by its present-day inhabitants. Unfortunately, the local food source did not provide the necessary nutrients for the crew to survive. Our research indicated the drones managed to survive and drove the native sentient species to extinction about 40,000 years ago. Except for our home world, we have only found one other example of more than one sentient species on a world. On that world, the two races were on widely spaced continents, and are currently in the midst of a war that threatens to destroy them both. I understand the Council will vote soon on whether or not to intervene. On our world, our ancestors conquered the other developing race millennia ago. Instead of driving them to extinction, they enslaved them and put them to work. Careful treatment and a natural submissive inclination resulted in our willing drones instead of slave rebellions like the Earthlings have had. Since the humans are the descendants of one of our drones variations, we have no moral problems integrating them back in our society. The human's couldn't have known they came from off Earth; we didn't even know until we found the beacon. Some of them seemed to have suspicions, but that was mostly paranoia again. Without evidence collected elsewhere than Earth, it is scientifically impossible to prove. After all, almost all life in this corner of the galaxy shares the same or very similar basic DNA structures. We think most of the life supporting planets within this sector were seeded by an unknown race between several million and several billion years ago, depending on the planet. They seemed to have moved across interstellar space, seeding worlds as they went. We know nothing about them, they left little evidence behind. Maybe one day we will finally meet our creators, our deepest exploration probes into the other arms of the galaxy have found more and more recent sites that appear to have come from them. After over thirty years of covert manipulation of their society, we announced ourselves to them a year ago. Our plans to integrate them have progressed quickly since. We expect Earth to be openly within the Eridani Galactic Republic within five years with a primary population of Eridani colonists and evolved humans. Already we have brought their infrastructure up to par, and Eridani citizens regularly appear on Earth. We quickly placed agents within hospitals and have been gradually testing the genetics and aptitudes of all citizens admitted to Hospitals since. Those applying for admission to our Academies have been similarly tested. All those with sufficiently developed genetic codes and aptitudes have been recommended for admission. Selected testees, estimated at 30-40% of the population, matching the original genetic pattern within 97.5 % are being transferred to facilities for preparation as work drones. The remaining population will be left alone to run the service and support sectors on Earth, as well as to preserve some of their remaining primitive cultures. We are still careful about which humans we take for conversion back into drones. Most we've taken so far have had no or infrequent contact with friends or relatives. We have been able to fabricate stories to account for most. This will no longer be a problem once Earth's integration is complete. By the end of the five year integration schedule, drones will be accepted as part of their society. After all they aren't slaves quite like the humans had, some members of society simply are less talented and more suited to manual labor than others. We can't all be Captains and Officers after all. The latest reports indicate that open integration should be possible soon, acceptance of our ideas and removal of unnecessary attitudes is going smoothly and ahead of schedule. The transformation of this batch has gone well. Most matching the genetic criteria seem to have natural submissive, docility, and exhibitionist tendencies which make their transitions easier. I am just finished examining the last one, Head Nurse's favorite - a human female called Dawn who was admitted to New York General Hospital with appendicitis. She showed a 99.85 % match to the original DNA so she was transferred to us. Once we cured her appendicitis and a few undetected problems, we started her adjustment with surprisingly few problems. We have only had to sedate her once, when she first woke up after her initial operation. Since then, we have relied on the hormonal and other conditioning medicines, as well as careful attention from the nurses to adjust her attitude. Unrecognized psychological tendencies for exhibition and submissiveness have likewise helped. She is a bit more intelligent than she thinks, so she will make an ideal crewmember for water world exploration duties. Her main problem with Earth society seems to have been an lack of a strong dominant person to reassure her. I have also prescribed a reproductive suppressant; we can't have little drones running around too soon. We are preparing to run her through the DNA sequencer- she has only a few undesirable DNA strands, and is missing only one or two parts of the original sequence. On a whim, I added a longer tongue and a few other adjustments by Head Nurse Oktanawa's request. I did nothing to her sex drive- she's already a horny little bitch, if I find the time, I'll have to sample her myself. Once the sequencing is complete, she will only have to stay in sickbay another week or so while we monitor her condition and continue her oral dosages. Once that is complete, she can use Head Nurse's quarters as her normal sleeping area, unlike the other drones who will stay in a common area. I will expect Oktanawa to complete her conditioning and training for normal duties. Patient 2014 - Dawn - DNA alternation report, DNA changes include functions lost during the evolution period on Earth plus several new ones: Restoration of the original sweat glands for extended sun and water exposure. A slimelike secretion protects her from a variety of solar energies, as well as a variety of water conditions. Increased lung capacity - all ready high but should reach up to an hour if she is careful. Changes to throat and digestive systems to allow swallowing of live food for extended water stays. Metabolism adjustments to allow subject to survive a variety of conditions - her metabolism and food intake will simply increase as required. Without covering, subject should be withstand temperatures down to 40 degrees in or out of water. Restoration of partial webbing on hands and feet. Alternation of muscle groups and nerve control to assist water mobility. 3 additional vertebrae, 1 in neck, two in spine again for water mobility - legs slightly shortened to compensate. Enhanced preexisting limb and body flexibility. Restored original instincts relating to water survival. Continued restoration and enhancement of senses. Extended length of patient's tongue - per H.N.O. request Mammary glands altered to allow nursing of Eridani children Other minor additions not listed Removal of DNA mutations not in original sample, including all body hair. Body rejuvenation to approximately 18 years. Most DNA changes should have carried throughout her system by the end of the one week monitoring period. She will experience a new growth spurt as the changes carry through. Milk production will activate very early after a pregnancy starts, or several days after being given hormone capsules. End Science Officer's report ] I think I waited there close to half an hour while they talked and worked at that console. I feel asleep so I'm really not sure. I guess I was exhausted from whatever the hormone pills that had given me was doing. Mistress came back and said they had a treatment I required, then she would show me my surprise. I was tired of waiting, but I was excited about what my surprise could be so I cooperated. She asked me to jump off the table and come with her. She lead me through a sidedoor I'd missed before. We entered a room dominated by a huge machine. It was taller than Mistress, six or so feet wide, and deeper than I could tell. There was another patient table in front with a hole in the machine behind it. Mistress told me "Jump up onto the table and lie down like normal." Obediently I jumped up and stretched out prone again. Almost before I got myself situated, the Doctor came in and went to a console. He entered a few things into it. I heard a humming within that tunnel, then my table started moving. It moved me through the machine, and I tingled as I went through. This scared me, but Mistress reassured me before I could even express my fear. I recognized my fear as a certain smell coming from me, maybe Mistress or the machine picked up on that. Before I knew it, my table had stopped moving and reversed itself, returning me to where I started. Mistress told me "OK, that wasn't so bad, now was it? You can get down now." Once I hopped back up and stood in front of Mistress, she told me to go back and get back on the other table. "We need to examine you one more time just to make sure you are OK." I walked back without waiting for Mistress, and got back on the original table. They came back in, and Doctor got out his handheld probe again. He talked to me this time as he moved it over me. He told me "This is a medical recorder. It records biological data for later research. Its setup is a bit difficult, but to use it you just touch this button and run it over what you want to scan." He told me soon they'd use me to scan things underwater, they couldn't reach without difficulty. I took him at his word: Pushing buttons and running something over objects I could do, but the rest went over my head. Good thing he was the Doctor, and me just a simple submissive slave. All this seemed a lot better than having to worry about working at some Computer store. Mistress patted me on my butt, and said "Okay, lets go see about your surprise. The examination over and eager to see what my surprise was, Mistress walked me, nude as always, back into the hall, one naked and horny five foot six human female padding next a much taller uniformed Eridani. She didn't insert her fingers into me again, and I freely walked next to her. I found myself walking on the balls of my feet, almost as if I'd gotten used to Mistress walking me, her hand forcing me up. As we passed crewmen, she teased me about what my special surprise was. I tingled as I walked. I meet several more humans wearing uniforms; they smiled at me like nothing was unusual. I think I was over my self-consciousness now. I thought I saw one or too humans naked like me far down corridors. Suddenly, we came to a door leading into a large room. Mistress said, "This is one of our recreation areas." She put her hand back between my plump checks, and her hand back into my willing holes, not to control me, but simply to check if I was still aroused. I paused, shifting my legs, so I could adjust to her fingers in my slit again, then walked on. The room had lounge chairs, and tables for many games. I saw at least one pool table, and recognized many of the games running on panels on the walls as ones from Earth. Mistress laughed and said, "One good thing about Earth, you always had good video games. We made sure to leave the most creative programmers writing games, but a few are working with our control systems now." There were several people here, some at the games on the wall, others sitting or lying on the chairs. Two were playing pool. All of the ones who looked up at me, I made sure to rock my pelvis back and forth at them. Mistress lead me through another door, down a short corridor, and into a huge room with a swimming pool. Pausing at the door, she reached out with her free hand and turned on sun lights. Firmly now, I guess she knew I liked it that way, she walked me to the end of the deep end. She said she'd reserved the room for us alone for two whole hours, then pushed me in with the hand in my pussy. She manipulated me just right as she let go so that I arced up in the air and dove perfectly in. I always did take to the water like a fish. I reveled in the feeling as I dove effortlessly to the bottom. I seemed to swim even better now than before; I just glided effortless through the water. I found I didn't need to use my arms, I could swim easily with my torso and legs, pumping them like a dolphin. At least 15 minutes later, I decided I ought to go up for air, and wondered where Mistress was. Looking up from the bottom, I saw a shadow near the shallow end. Suddenly getting an urge to try something new, I pumped my body as hard as I could, shooting upwards at an angle to the surface. I burst out of the water, flying briefly through the air, my hands tight against my hips. In that brief instant, I saw Mistress walking, now nude, towards me. Excited, I dove back down to the bottom, and a few more long strokes brought me to the foot or so of water at the end. Lying splayed out with my head out of the water, and happily waiting for Mistress to join me, I suddenly had the urge to finally vocalize my feelings: "Mistress, Please come play with me. My pussy's hot and wet." Mistress smiled and said "So you'd like to be mine, little one?" I could only nod breathlessly as I fluttered my legs side to side in the water. Grinning, she quickly walked over to the edge of the deep zone, and dove in. I flipped myself over, and pumped my legs, driving my body towards my Mistress. Several strong pumps and I was in the deep end, ten or twelve feet of water above me. I saw Mistress's long, powerful and slim body sitting against on the bottom against the back wall, her legs wide open and waiting for me. Reaching out with her arms, she guided my mouth to her smooth sex. I undulated in the water as I glued my mouth firmly to her box, reaching my tongue in as far as it would go. Five minutes later, Mistress rose to the surface with several waves of her limbs; I stayed glued to her pussy, exploring its every corner and driving her to repeated climaxes. I accidentally discovered one of my new capabilities when my mouth slipped from her pussy and water rushed in. Instead of choking, I instinctively swallowed, allowing the water to enter my stomach like newborn babies do. Later, I don't know how much, Mistress reached for my head with her strong arms and pulled me away from her sex and up to the surface. Even though I was starting to run out of air, I did not wish to go and ran my body firmly up hers as I moved up towards the surface. Breathlessly gasping for air, I shook my head to get the water from my eyes, and clinged to her. She held me close, our bodies touching, my full breasts against her smaller ones. I rubbed my slit against her, over her thigh, past her sex, and across her belly. Only our kicking legs held us up, as we bobbed in the water; she allowed me to take my pleasure against her as her hands rubbed me everywhere. Suddenly she pushed me away, and kicking herself off on the side, she glided back to the shallow end. I recognized this new game, and easily caught up with her, driving to the bottom, and coming up from below, and rubbing my back across her belly. Flipping myself over, I dove back to the bottom of the deep end, and waited for her to catch up. She got to me, but not as quick. She rubbed against me, and darted back to the shallow end. I caught her again, and drove myself backwards into the deep part again. This time when she caught me, she held me tight, and we both rose to the surface. She panted as she held me close, obviously I could stay in the water much longer. Still together, a few kicks from my our legs, and we were in the shallow end again. She sat in the shallow water with her back against the wall. Clinging to her torso, I lay atop her, resting my head against her shoulder and her breasts firmly against my midsection. As I panted and heaved from my exertion, she asked me questions like those William asked me, but somehow more personal: How did I feel? Was I over my shame and humiliation? Did I miss my clothes? Did I really want to be hers? Great! Yes! Not at all! I would walk down Main St. in my home town nude and on display if I could belong to her forever. I clinged tighter as she massaged me everywhere. Slapping me once on my cheek, she propelled me up and over her out of the pool, telling me I had to get back to the bed, I'd feel the effects of my final treatment soon. She kissed me once on my slit as I leapt over her head and onto the smooth floor. That single action had more of an effect on me than anything else - it was the first time Mistress kissed me anywhere. Padding across the floor towards the door, I could see my wet and dripping reflection in a mirror I'd missed. I liked what I saw: a glistening naked work drone ready to do whatever her Mistress asked. I had more body fat now than I remembered, but I was still slender and sleek. My swollen breasts with their distended nipples and areolas bobbed with my every step, and I could see my smooth pussy lips move and quiver with my new erotic gait. 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. Chapter 4: That night in Mistress's quarters, I realized I was completely at ease with my state, completely over all my past problems, and that I never wanted to go back to before. I was lying crouched on the floor in Mistress's bedroom, my knees pulled up close and my ass high in the air - my favorite come fuck me position. I suddenly realized I had laid down so my ass was to the door, and anyone coming in could see all of me. Some part of me wanted to be on display, of course, but I hadn't thought about my posture. I had just laid down in a way that felt comfortable to me, and had never given it a second thought. Mistress came in after a while, undressed, and sat down on her bed- then proceeded to play with me, running her feet all over me and tickling me with her toes. Before she walked in, I had just been lying there daydreaming. All my past insecurities were gone, vanished into thin air. I realize all the old feminists would not agree, but it felt good to be Mistress's pet. I did not have to decide what to wear into the mornings, or worry about getting ready; when I awake I simply get up and walk out. I never take baths any more, I might jump into the pool, but I don't actually bathe - my normal body smells seem natural and I rarely think about it. Like a puppy, Mistress or someone will put me on my hands and knees and scrub me whenever necessary. Likewise she brushes my teeth, and I know I needed someone to take care of me and discipline me. As I laid there giggling under Mistress's touch, she said she wanted to tell me some stories about her people and my ancestors - she mentioned something she'd show me afterwards. She started talking, almost as if I wasn't there, rubbing my back with her foot from time to time. I lay there listening, pawing at her whenever her foot slowed too much or missed a spot. "We are an old race- we had existed more than 200,000 years when the transport ship crash-landed on your planet 130,000 years ago. At that time we had traveled the stars for 500 years, and we brought your race with us. Two intelligent races had evolved on our greenhouse home world, one somewhat slower than the other. In all worlds with more than one sentient race we have found, except ours, the lesser race was driven to extinction. Even on Earth, you drove Homo Sapiens Neanderthalis to extinction, as you struggled to survive. On ours, both mine and your ancestors, home world it was different. Both came from the same distant monkeylike animal far in our pasts. Distance separated us before we both evolved into sentient beings. My ancestors found themselves on a northern continent, and yours on a relatively close by one at our equator. Mine advanced quicker, and started expanding over the globe. Eventually we discovered your species living and fighting each other on the nearby continent. When we found you, having been a calmer, albeit more advanced, race than yours, we quickly developed more advanced weapons and conquered yours. Instead of driving your race to extinction, we enslaved them and made them our pets. Actually we didn't consider it slavery, even though your race was more capable than you give yourself credit, we were had advanced much more quickly and thought no more about the concept of Eridani Superior owning 'Homo Sapiens Sapiens' than you do dogs and cats. Even though it was never really necessary, we made laws governing the ownership, allowed treatment, and expectations of your species. Unlike some of your past slaveowners, we always considered your race as valued members of our households - you raised our children, and we loved your ancestors like our own family. We were an orderly people, and the laws formalized things and removed the remote possibility of abuse. These laws controlled the sale and transfer of your species, and made sure your owners took proper care of you. Even though we like to put you on display from time to time - just to make sure you remember your place, we rarely had slave auction blocks like you did in Earth's slave eras. Instead it was more like an arranged marriage. Each drone's children would be raised in their Master and Mistress's household just like another child. Actually your distant ancestors probably raised both their children and their owner's children simultaneously. When each of your children reached maturity, at 12 to 15 years, prospective Eridani's would come to examine them, and when we choose an appropriate owner, the transfer papers would be drawn up. Your ancestor's wishes were kept in mind, most often, the Eridani best liked by the drone's parents or the child ready for transfer would become the new owner. The child would not be given to someone who wouldn't take care of him, and the law provided for his protection, both during the transfer and after. The Eridani would be required to take care and provide for the drone, as if he were one of his own children. The law set guidelines for what the drone should do in exchange, and made sure the drone was never asked to do work either extreme or beyond his capability- not that an Eridani would ever ask those things from his drone. While your ancestors were struggling to survive on Earth, our civilization having presumed the transport they arrived on lost, we continued expanding across this corner of the galaxy. In the past 130,000 years we didn't evolve as much as might have been expected. We advanced far technologically from then, but had our ups and downs. We went from an Galactic Empire then to the Council run Republic of Planets currently in power; multiple times we lost the ability to travel in space, but our civilization returned to space each time more advanced than the last. We went through our chaotic periods, but never like yours. Throughout all of our spacefaring history we brought your relatives with us. From the very start - without our calming influence, your race was very warlike and violent. You always fought - with neighboring races, our race far in prehistory, Homo Sapiens Neanderthalis on Earth 40,000 years ago, each other if no one else was available. We discovered you on Earth millennia ago, but left you alone when we thought you were an indigenous race. We aren't totally unfeeling, we don't normally go around assimilating sentient races. Usually we wait until they have gotten around to interstellar travel then offer them membership in the Galactic Council. We only experiment with genetic manipulation of other species on our home world, and carefully within guidelines. We do alter a subject's makeup to match his required duties, but we do not make changes cruelly or thoughtlessly. Alien races we leave alone; we study them, but do not interfere unless absolutely necessary. We had watched you ever since we discovered you, stepping up our surveillance when you reached your technological period. Some years ago one of our cruisers was in your system when they found an old style distress beacon. Recognizing it as one of our own, the Captain brought it aboard and discovered its origins. From it we discovered that you had evolved from an early water world adapted series of drones, and the decision was made to move in. Your global turmoil only encouraged our haste. The rest you know part of: we made extensive plans to bring you home. While bringing in new technologies and solving your planets problems, we tested all hospital patients. Those qualified were offered chances to go to our Space Academies. All those like you received the same treatment- almost all needed strong guidance. A certain percentage will be left on planet to continue running its service and support networks. Another percentage, various primitive tribes will be left alone for historical reasons. Those in your prisons will receive just but harsh punishments -- they will get genetic alternations for the lowest labor, judgment we would only give with extensive discussion first. Up until now, all was done subtlety, we worked carefully to avoid unneeded uprisings. We choose recipients cautiously to avoid suspicion. Our plans continue, soon we will move openly until Earth is completely integrated. Most of the drones from Earth will go to colony worlds to perform duties that the colonists are not equipped for. A few will stay on starships like you. I have a special duty for you: besides helping us explore wet environments, you will attend to my personal needs. I will kept you by my side whenever you have no other duties, and I expect you to help me find and attract an appropriate mate - yes, like you we sometimes neglect finding someone in favor of work. Once I have a mate- you will nurse and raise my children as if they were your own. For this, I will always make sure you are taken care of and loved." I stirred as Mistress finished talking: I had stilled completely as she told her story, I hadn't even bothered to try to get her to continue rubbing. I had been listening intently, ignoring all else. I had completely accepted my new role, and had no regrets about my past life. Some feminists or other activists might consider being a naked slave/pet to another being an outrage, but to me it had a strange calming effect. I was taken care of and I had no worries - I knew what was expected of me, and felt complete love and devotion to Mistress. Hearing the explanation of all that had happened just reassured me. As I lay there, patiently looking up at Mistress, she got up, now nude as me, and walked to her desk. She retrieved a rolled up paper she had dropped there when she had come in. Walking back to her bed, she sat down and indicated for me to get up and sit in her lap. As I settled down onto her leg, straddling it and my pussy against her leg, she unrolled the paper. She held it out, showing it to me: I could see it was written in Eridani - of course I couldn't read it, but I did recognize the Eridani letters for my name. Mistress told me it was a copy of my legal ownership papers, just finalized on Eridani. Before she even unrolled it, I knew what it was, her talk pretty much said it. Mistress pulled over a terminal next to the bed, and pulled the same document up on its screen. She touched the screen, and all the letters transformed into English. She turned it so I could see it better, it read in part: This document was drafted in the Eridani Capital City Court and is legal throughout the Eridani Council of Worlds. Dawn Taylor, of the species Homo Sapiens Amphibiacus, is hereby considered to be a drone - actually it said an Eridani word referring to the 2nd sentient species on Eridani that has a meaning sort of in-between animal and human but that doesn't translate well- legally throughout the Council World and Ships. As such, the creature known as Dawn Taylor is subject to all laws and regulations pertaining to drones and has no rights of her own except those stated here or in relevant laws. This document also hereby designates Dawn Taylor as the property of Nikita Oktanawa. Ownership of the afore mentioned creature cannot be transferred without due process of law, and the notification of this office. Further, Nikita Oktanawa is bound by all laws regarding the upkeep and treatment of this creature. Death or mistreatment of the said creature will result in the punishment of the stated owner as required by law if stated owner is found negligent. As a mere drone, the afore mentioned stated creature is not responsible for its own actions. Nikita Oktanawa must take full responsibility and is further responsible for any required discipline of said creature. Said creature is required to perform, without question, any reasonable duties required in return for Nikita Oktanawa supporting said creature. Nikita Oktanawa, or other Eridani citizens are authorized to perform any discipline necessary, provided their actions do not violate the referred to laws. Authorized Signature Capital City Clerk of Court I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter as I sat their on Mistress's knee reading the document. I had to reread it several times before it completely sank in. It only affirmed what I already knew and wanted: I was not a person anymore, I only thought of Eridani's as people by then, I belonged to Mistress, She would take care of me, and I would do whatever was necessary to please her. I know many people would not understand, but I hadn't had a very happy life, and here I knew what was expected and that I would be taken care of. Stroking my back, Mistress asked me to talk to her, tell her how I felt now, if it pleased me: I could only nod my head, as I slid off her knee and knelt onto the floor. Turning around, I answered her by nuzzling my head in-between her legs and finding her pussy with my mouth. I knelt at least fifteen minutes, exploring every inch of Mistress's sex and ass hole, until she screamed "No More! No More!" She pulled me up on top of her, kissing me full on the mouth. I felt strange lying atop of Mistress while she kissed me; thinking, I realized it was because it made me feel equal to Mistress. Mistress showing me affection did not bother me, but I wanted to feel subservient. Suddenly pushing me back onto the floor, Mistress told me "Come let's wash you and you can sleep on the bed with me." I followed Mistress as she walked, bare as me, out into the hall and down to a recreation area. The few crewmen walking by paid no undue attention to Mistress walking undressed in the hall. Mistress has a small personal shower area, but the recreation room has a larger shower, and Mistress knows I like being bathed in public areas on the ship. Sometimes I can't believe I've come from a woman afraid to take her clothes off in private to one who loves being an shameless exhibitionist. I had time to think as I walked; aware that I strode with my thighs wide so my pussy lips hung free. The feel of a breeze across my bare cleft felt good. When we walked into the rec. room, one of the junior nurses was curled up nude on a sofa reading a book. I still couldn't get used to seeing Eridani's nude when they were off duty, nor believe they still used paper books with as advanced a civilization as they had. I guess some things just don't go out of style. When Mistress saw her, she loudly proclaimed, just so everyone on that deck knew, "It's time to wash my pet, Want to help?" Grinning, she left the book on the sofa and followed us into the shower. I got down on my hands and knees on the smooth floor ready to be washed. I didn't need to kneel - the shower had eight or ten shower heads on the walls, but it seemed more appropriate to be washed on my knees. They first told me to pee - I've learned to hold it three or four hours, and not go until someone orders me to. Its different if I'm in the water, then I just let it go as it comes. I relaxed and felt it flow, I don't think I'd gone since my afternoon swim. When I was finished, they stuck a hose up my ass just like Mistress did to me the first day I was here. As I knelt there, feeling myself fill, I busied myself by burying my nose in pussy - licking whichever one I could reach. I'm not really a lesbian, and I never would have done this before: being subservient and submissive like me, it only seems a natural way to thank them. They let me fill up more than I had taken before, then when I emptied, hosed me down good with a shower nozzle. They then soaped me up all over and proceeded to scrub me everywhere. They made me kneel there while they did all the work, not that I would have tried - I like sitting still while someone washes me. As they scrubbed me, they talked as if I wasn't even there. I guess Mistress forgot to turn off her translator, or perhaps she wanted me to overhear so it would be even more apparent that I was just an animal with no decision making of its own that existed only for its Mistress. Once it would have really bothered to hear them talking about me, but somehow it only made me want even more to be a simple dumb animal to be lead around on a leash. Anyway, as I knelt there feeling their fingers scrub into private corners I didn't even know I had, they talked about me: [ Mistress: "Homeworld transmitted the ownership papers today, and she's been registered with the Drone Pedigree Society." Nurse: "Good! Maybe she'll help attract you a man, What hot blooded male would turn down an offer to fuck this horny bitch all the time and sleep with you each night!" "So when are you going to turn off her pregnancy inhibitors and let her have pups?" Mistress: "Maybe when this trip is over after we finish our layover back on Home world. I don't want to purchase a male - its too crowded in my quarters already, I think I'll take her to the stud service on ____ IV. I bet Dawn will really get off on being fucked in an arena while several thousand Eridani's watch." Nurse: "I hear Earth has progressed farther in its assimulation than expected. Eventually they'll just announce the names of those who qualify, and strip them down in public, start their processing, and load them onto transports. Earth is almost over their nudity hang-up, and drones will soon be paraded around openly. Everyone thinks watching new drones get rounded up and striped will be the next great new spectator sport." Mistress: "Yes. I think Dawn's mother will be processed in one of those new batches. I'm thinking about buying her too, it doesn't seem right to let them go to different homes." ] Meeting my mother again or our past problems didn't seem to bother me anymore. The past or future does not worry me now. Our differences in the past were no longer concerned me - we would just lie side by side as two naked drones. Thoughts of lying, nursing babies, while next to mother seemed to have an effect on me too. They pushed my head away and spanked me whenever I tried kissing them anywhere - they said to let them finish washing me, there're be plenty of time for fun soon. Still, my bath didn't seem quite as professional as when I had been in sickbay - they spent a whole lot of time washing my breasts, pussy, and crack. It's good I have no secrets about myself anymore, they found things even I didn't know about myself as they scrubbed me. After they'd scrubbed me far more than I thought I needed, and I'd felt all four hands up all my orifices, they rinsed me. I'd gotten used to the feel of hands on my bare skin and genitals and found myself shamelessly looking forward to being touched no matter where I am. The junior nurse got down on her hands and knees in front of me on the smooth floor. It was made of some kind of synthetic material that was waterproof, but not cold like some bathroom floors. Grinning down at me, Mistress said "OK, its time to thank her for helping." I needed no further prompting, particularly since both of them had washed themselves as they did me, and she smelled fresh and clean. I spent a few minutes exploring her sex, hers was only the third Eridani pussy I'd tasted - then settled into a good tongue fuck running my long tongue as far up her as it would go. I lapped with long strokes up and down from below her clit up to her ass and back. At first, I bypassed her clit, digging deep into her on each pass. As I continued, I paid more and more attention to her clit, until she was screaming for me to make her come. As I was about to plant my mouth over her clit, I suddenly felt a tongue on my own pussy. I nearly jumped out of my skin, I'd been licked by other drones, but Mistress rarely touched me with her mouth. As I rapidly tongued the pussy in front of me, driving the nurse to orgasm, I felt Mistress digging deep into my pussy. I nearly lost contact with the sex in front of me as I came. Smiling down at me, both of them rinsed the juices from both themselves and myself. Mistress told me if I wouldn't get the bed wet, I could sleep with her tonight. I grinned happily, normally she makes me sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed. After they dried themselves off, they roughly toweled me dry, something unusual - normally I have to stay in the shower or pool area until I stopped dripping. As we were leaving the recreation area, and the second nurse was starting to go the other way down the hall, Mistress turned to me and asked "Are you forgetting something? Thank her again for helping give you a bath." I moved to the other nurse, who hadn't moved since Mistress asked me the question, and bending over, kissed her right on her puckered ass hole. She bent forward, and I properly thanked her on her smooth pussy too. Mistress and I walked back to her quarters. She got into bed, and patted the foot of the bed for me to climb up. I fell asleep, contentedly curled up like a cat. The next morning - still curled up into a ball, I stirred and awoke, I gave myself a few licks across my pussy to clean it and get myself going. I stretched then woke Mistress up, kissing her cunt lovingly. Mistress woke up, pulling my face further into her sex. Stroking my head, she reminded me that we'd go down to the planet for a short visit before the ship leaves orbit. After a while, Mistress got me and took me and the other drones to a shuttle. Another Eridani woman met us at the shuttle, and we all got in the back. Mistress and the other Eridani weren't wearing their normal uniforms, but skintight shorts and tanktops. Mistress and the other woman went to the front of the shuttle and sat down at the controls. They pointed at cushions in the back at either side and told us to lie down there. The four of us laid down, on our stomachs like normal as the two Eridani's prepared to take off. The ride was a lot smoother than I expected; if not for my heightened senses, I wouldn't have even known we were moving. At one point, I realized I was hungry and told Mistress. She said to hang on, I'd be able to catch some tasty fish soon. After thirty minutes or so, I felt the shuttle slow down. Mistress got up and pushed some buttons on a panel on the wall then opened a cabinet. I heard rumbling from the back as Mistress got some scanners and other things I didn't recognize. She gave two of them to the other Eridani then came back, telling us to get up. I'd noticed the back door swinging down, and Mistress said to go ahead and dive in - the water was at least a hundred feet deep here. As I hurried back to the opening, Mistress called out loudly - "Remember to come when you hear my Comm Badge beep!" Stopping at the edge, I saw that the shuttle was still fifteen or twenty feet above the vivid blue-green water and descending slowly. Off in the distance I could see a boat approaching our position. Without hesitating, I dove cleanly into the water. I made a 10.0 dive, not making hardly any splash, and keep going. I could hear the other drones diving in behind me. I basked in my swimming ability as I let the momentum of my dive carry me further and further down. As I easily swam, until I could see the bottom several hundred feet down, I was glad I didn't wear clothes - they would have just gotten in my way. As I got close to the sandy bottom, I saw colorful fish swimming in schools, and remembered I was hungry. Playing on some primal instinct, I swam into one of the schools and caught them in my mouth. Twisting and turning to catch the ones that tried to get away, I swallowed them whole until I was sated and full. As I sucked them down with huge gulps of water, I observed the water was a lot less salty than the oceans on Earth. As I swam through the schools of fish, my fellow drones caught up with me and followed my lead. After they slaked their initial hunger, we played in the warm water, teasing and playing tag with each other. Once in a while, I'd tongue someone's pussy or let the male take me as we swam. We had just about forgotten about the surface when I felt my lungs start to burn for air, and heard Mistress's Comm Badge beeping. As a group, all four of us lunged for the surface, our taunt bodies pumping through the water. When we got close, I saw Mistress swimming just under the surface, waiting for us. As we shattered the calm surface, leaping high and gasping for air, we saw our other Eridani companion standing on the boat we'd seen earlier with several colonists. Mistress smiled at me as we caught our breath, and said "OK, that's enough play for now, it's time to go to work now!" Her companion threw down four sets of harnesses as she and the colonists moved about doing something on the boat. Without being told, we retrieved the floating harnesses and started putting them on. When the four of us had the tight straps around our bodies, Mistress's companion and two of the colonists dove in with objects attached to their clothes and small cases in their hands. Mistress signaled for me to come to her, and signaled the other three drones to go to each of the other Eridani's. Mistress told me to get ready for a long dive then climbed atop my back like she'd done in the pool. As Mistress digged her bare feet into my belly and directed me to swim downwards, I saw the other Eridani's following us down with the other drones. We swam for hours as they rode us while scanning the bottom and reef structures below us. After several hours of work, they directed us back up to the boat. The Eridanis got on the boat and it started moving to another site. As Mistress climbed out of the water, and with only my head out of the water like some strange fish, I quietly told her that I needed to relieve myself. She just laughed, and said "My little animal, I want you to do it right now in front of me! After all you're in your natural environment, why should you get out just to do a natural function?" She reached down and petted my head while soothingly talking to me-- I couldn't think of anything to refute her so I tried to let it go. After I succeeded in letting it go, the floodgates suddenly opened, and it rushed uncontrollably out as I bobbed there with Mistress petting me. As I finished, Mistress told me I was a good girl, then said she had to go up front. She turned and left without saying another word. As the boat started moving, No one asked us to get into the boat so we swam along side it, easily keeping up with it. Even as good a swimmer as I'd been before being changed, I don't think I would have been able to stay in the water this long without resting. Now, as I effortlessly kept up with the boat, I knew I could swim for days. Somehow I even knew I could sleep in the water, instinctively kept from drowning. Soon the boat stopped again, and the Eridani's jumped into the water again. This time the bottom was over two hundred feet down, and they set the scanners and gave them to us, indicating what we were to scan. We easily swam to the bottom, and scanned the structures until the devices beeped, indicating we had used them correctly. We stayed down 45 minutes to a hour until we had scanned everything we'd been told to then swam back up. As I rose through the water, I knew I liked being ridden better than working on my own. I think that carrying an Eridani gave me some sort of immediate satisfaction in knowing I was serving my Masters. This went on all day, sometimes we were used as water horses, sometimes we were sent down in the water alone. Finally, when the sun was going down, we arrived back where the shuttle floated in the water. I had not left the water once all day, I had caught fish when I was hungry and relieved myself as necessary into the water, and I was pleasantly exhausted. As Mistress talked with the colonists, who I heard thank Mistress and the other crewmember for their help, we were sent back into the shuttle. We laid down on the cushions again, and slept. I dreamed warm thoughts about being a happy drone and about being fucked in the warm ocean while the colonists all watched. I did not wake up until the Shuttle arrived back at the ship. Back on the ship, I walked back to Mistress's quarters, my mind completely at ease and thinking of nothing. Just before I fell asleep again on the smooth floor, I heard Mistress tell me we were leaving orbit and would be going to 82 Eridani - the Home world, for two weeks of shore leave. I dreamed about what the world my ancestors came from might be like. The next weeks were rather boring, Mistress told me we had to go all the way back across our corner of the galaxy to get to Home world, passing within several light-years of Earth. She pointed out a star one day and said that was Sol - about five light-years away at the time. I was told we were going much faster than light, but not as fast as the ship was capable. Anyway, for me things were dull; Mistress and the rest of the crew were all busy with various research projects and rarely had time to play or anything for me to do. They let me alone most of the time and I wandered throughout most of the ship freely, except for a few critical areas. I guess they let me because I showed no interest in most of the ship's systems or trying to escape... where could I have gone if I did escape? I was interested in their social customs, and watched each crewmember I met constantly. I figured out why they expected me to pee openly-- They had completely casual attitudes about using the restroom. Instead of toilets, they had these funnel shaped devices mounted high on the walls in shower areas and in sleeping quarters. To use them, both men and women would stand over them and position the funnel against their crotches. As they pressed down against it, a tube would extend into the user's rectum to flush it out as it splashed water against their genitals. While on duty, they didn't bother with bathroom breaks, each workstation had those funnels either built into its chair or on top of a pedastal in front of it. Whenever a crewmember sat or stood at a workstation, they'd unzip their uniform and position themselves atop the funnel. They'd relieve themselves whenever necessary, even if another crewmember was there. I tried out one built into a chair once, but the pedastal ones were too high for me. Usually I just did it in to middle of a shower, or in a pool. The ship had a small garden area with natural ground-- Mistress encouraged me to "water the plants" whenever I was in that area. It seemed that they had no modesty whatsoever about bodily functions and expected the same from me. Without the drones we'd left on the water world, it was rather lonely-- mostly the crewmembers were too busy to talk or play with me. When I got bored with wandering the ship, I spent most of my time just lounging around and napping with the other three remaining drones,punctuated of course by plentiful sex. I came to know the other three drone's bodies as well as mine. Mistress told me that I'd have more fun when we get to Homeworld; after crew rotations and reviews, the two of us would go on planet for two weeks shoreleave. Continued in Chapter 5: Dawn visits the HomeWorld
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