Dawn's Tale

Chapter 3

Dawn's Tale Chapter 3:


After our swim, 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
hang-ups, 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 than in the recovery room, 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. At the same time, I began to forget my
nudity as I absorbed all of the sights and sensations along the way.

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 popped 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 by then. My visitor was a crewman I hadn't seen before - wearing a red
uniform. Reaching to pet 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 opaque panel
behind me, and removed it and the black one 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'd only
jumped up and humped my ass, I would have howled like a bitch wolf in heat. I
knew he was aware of 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 on the bed
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 on the back of my neck 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 thinking
about both of us lying naked together did not bother me. No one paid any
attention to me or my lack of clothing 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
down 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
diagrams of sickbay and some of the science areas I'd been.

Mistress walked me down the hall to one of the doors, with her hand still firmly
grasping me. She shifted her grip on my neck, and dug her other hand deep into
my holes-- fingering me roughly, then touched a panel to open the door. She very
firmly walked me in, forcing me to tilt my pelvis forward and arch my back, with
my head and shoulders held high. 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 drones 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 or sitting 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. I
knew at once why my clothes had been taken away: I saw in them what I must look
like-- an animal to be utilized by its betters. 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. I knew that soon
being a naked animal would be all I would know or want.

Mistress sank her hand into my ass and pussy again, and 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 my body and my will
completely to others.

The first to 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 lay 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 to become 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 myself 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 would they 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 from
a dream of before to find my Mistresses gone and several other drones nudging
me, ready for another round.

I never even thought of my nudity as a pussy was forced into my face;
recognizing it as the alpha female's, I covered it with my mouth, and thrust my
tongue deep into it and then licked up 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 it to easily sink deep into
my nether hole. Anyone watching would never have believed that I'd only had sex
once or twice back on Earth, and had have experienced anal sex.

I immediately knew the cock thrusting into my behind 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, the female whose pussy my mouth was buried in was
screaming what could be translated as "No More! No More! Make me Come!", and 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 on the bare floor 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 gotten from
a crewmember who'd just brought breakfast. It would have repulsed me before but
somehow now it only made 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 slip up my anus 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 the water 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 me off her lap, and onto my feet. 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 I 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 led 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 and
bottom 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
the water. 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 me to expel my bowels soon, but first she
teased me. I began crying, pleading that I'd do anything, I'd be her naked slave
forever if only she'd let me release my fluids.

She teased me more, inquiring "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
animal. Eridani's are people. I'm just a naked pet to please my Mistress and
owner. I'm your property to do with as you will-- do anything, kill me, JUST
MAKE IT STOP" 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 had 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 was growing, 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 worked 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 transferred to my name and that she will legally be owned by
myself. Out of curiosity, Dawn doesn't remember the first scan we did just
after she was transported aboard from the Hospital¡ªshe slept for almost two
days as her body recovered from the initial surgery.

]

End Chapter Three