SHAPERS
by Wolfrose


Nix moved quickly through the back alleys in search of her prey. Her
partner was ahead of her but as much as she respected him, she knew he'd
miss the target and she'd get to do the bastard.

She was a sight. Black bodysuit, pistol, knives on her web gear glinting
softly in the dim lights of this part of the night city, and her long dark
hair flowing behind her like a shadow of dark water. Her face obscured by
camouflage makeup, with a cross of phosphorescent white from chin to
hairline and across her eyes.

She was in hunting mode and her prey was doomed, he just didn't know it
yet.

***

The smooth metal skin cut through the upper atmosphere without resistance.
Its pilot didn't care where she set down, as long as it was populated. From
the shadows of her ship she manipulated controls with a grace that no earth
creature could possess.

Before her, a projection showed that she was near a large city, full of
people, with plenty of the kinds of regions where misery and violence
prevail.

Perfect, she thought.

As the craft approached the city, cloaked from sight, she chose a nasty
section of slum and found an old, empty building.

Two young women were standing on the corner outside, unaware of the ship
hovering stealthily above them. The pilot watched them for a moment before
realizing they were prostitutes and, judging by their appearance, perfect
for her needs. She reached for her controls.

***

The ship silently hovered over Jen and Cara. The street was almost empty
this time of night. The two of them mostly talked on these slow nights and
had gotten to be friends. It was about all that kept the two of them going.
Born to the streets, neither one had much else.

The beam of red light startled them. Before they could even scream they
were pulled into the invisible ship, and if there had been anyone to see
it, out of existence.

***

The ship silently and invisibly found a large hole in one of the abandoned
buildings nearby and entered. Away from prying eyes a burrowing beam began
to cut down into the earth below the building. Down the craft went until it
was at a distance where the pilot knew she wouldn't be disturbed in what
she needed to do.

She touched a control and a servo-root, a thing of plant life merged with
biomechanical technology, went back up to put a thin seal on the entry
shaft and stand guard under it.

Other servo-roots were dispatched as the ship uncloaked and landed in a
cavern the burrow-beam had cut. They set about tunneling and bracing,
covering the tunnels and the chambers with a Bio-lichen to make clean walls
of light greenish-gray. The pilot designated areas for her equipment to be
set up and sat back for a moment.

It was time to see to her guests.

***

Jen and Cara had been looking around for something, anything to defend
themselves with. They were alone in a labyrinth of corridors and chambers
seemingly made of roots merged with black machinery, except the roots
looked manufactured and the machine bits looked grown.

The red lighting was subdued, but enough to see by as they searched the
lower decks of the ship, afraid and confused. Cara, a pretty black woman,
looked like she was carved from black onyx in the red lighting. Jen was a
white girl who could pass for a model if you stripped off the make-up and
re-did her hair.

"Cara, I am scared shitless...what the fuck are we gonna do?"

"I wish I knew, J...This shit looks straight out of Alien." They had
entered a room with ribbed, tapering cylinders about the walls. There was a
console at the other end of the room. There was also a weird shaped window
near the console with some evil looking rods that had to be rifles of some
sort, just grown to the task.

"Those look promising" Jen said as she walked over to the storage unit.
Cara was examining a cylinder and looked to see what her friend had found.

"Nice, grab one for me..." Cara said. Jen turned to the task at hand,
trying to figure out how to open the window.

"Hey J...you hear something?" Cara said from her vantage.

"Not a thing...but keep an ear out" Jen replied without turning. After
about three minutes she had finally managed to figure out the weird lock
was touch sensitive and used a touch code on four little pads. Hmmm,
sixteen possibilities she thought. Number ten worked and the "glass" shrank
back to the edges of its living pane.

"Very good, little one!" A strange voice said, startling Jen. She whirled
to face the voice coming from where Cara had been standing. The voice came
from a female figure in shadows, her hand casually dropped Cara's clothes
to the floor in the lit area. "You and your friend will do well indeed."

Then Jen saw Cara. She stood totally naked and exposed, her arms at her
sides. The figure in shadows caressed Cara's arm with one slender hand.
Jen's eyes traveled to Cara's head. It was completely encased in what
looked to be a shell of polished black wood, featureless, a mask like a
void.

As Jen stood in shock, one of the three cylinders nearest Cara's insensate
form opened. It was filled with tendrils and drops of clear liquid like a
giant sundew plant. They opened in eagerness as the figure in shadows
easily pushed Cara into them. A few seconds later Cara was covered head to
toes in a thick, gooey, floral-scented prison as the tendrils grabbed and
coated her with their syrup, then held her as it dried into a transparent
carapace. Her first catch secured, the figure in shadows turned to Jen.

As she stepped from the shadows, Jen could see what she looked like
finally. She was beautiful. A face like an angel's attached to a body that
was part grown machine, part lovely blue-skinned woman, part creeper vine.
If Jen wasn't so scared, she'd fall in love.

Jen remembered the weapons behind her. She pivoted her foot so she could
turn suddenly from where she was standing, her legs together. The alien
woman moved so fast Jen could barely see it happen. The woman lifted her
hand and a ball of black stuff flew from it, striking Jen in the ankles.
Her feet were pulled together by the stuff as it flowed over and around her
lower extremities. It flowed up to her knees and hardened into the same
black wood-like stuff that had enmasked Cara. Her legs effectively
single-booted, Jen lost her balance and fell forward.

The alien woman caught her by her wrists. "Don't worry child. I'm not here
to harm you...not yet anyway." The alien woman pulled her wrists together
in front of her and the black goo flowed up her arms all the way up and
over her shoulders. The alien moved her own hands up to Jen's elbows and
more black goo, and a little pressure, turned the mess into a black,
polished single-glove. The alien woman took a moment to pull Jen's breasts
through between her imprisoned arms. "I prefer an attractive package," the
alien woman whispered in Jen's ear.

The alien woman turned Jen's immobilized form to face one of the other two
cylinders. As it opened Jen started to scream, the sight of the glistening
tendrils too much for her. The alien woman spun her to face her.

"You really have a lovely voice my toy, I can't let you waste it." She
smiled as she pushed Jen's jaw up firmly, silencing her. Jen's eyes filled
with fear as the black substance flowed from the alien's hands, covering
first her mouth, then flowing around the back of her head, over her ears,
over the top of her head until only her eyes remained uncovered along with
the bridge of her nose. She couldn't breath. All she could do was fear as
the alien beauty kissed the wood-like prison over her head where her lips
were under it. The alien smiled and passed her hand over Jen's eyes,
sealing them under the featureless shell.

Jen felt herself stripped and then lifted gently into the thick cool syrupy
mass within the cylinder. As the fluid touched her, her asphyxiation
stopped. She still couldn't breath, but somehow oxygen was entering her
lungs and bloodstream. She felt an erotic thrill as the tendrils began to
grab and rub over her gently, saturating every square inch of her form with
the thick goo. A drowsiness overtook her, and she fell asleep.

"Sleep well my children. You join my kind in the morrow. I shall keep you
in eternal ecstasy, my slaves...and all I ask are your souls." And the
alien woman smiled.

[02]

Jen awoke to find herself feeling refreshed, but unable to move. She was
lying down on a table made of the same weird stuff as the walls. There was
a mirrored surface above her.

Jen saw that her hair had been slicked down to cling close to her scalp.
Her makeup was removed. She felt a slight breeze as if she were naked but
her body was covered from the neck down by a matte black rubbery material
that fit like it was a second skin.

"Are you awake, my child?" The alien's voice chimed. She approached Jen's
immobile form and smiled. She ran a graceful blue hand along Jen's body
from ankle to neck. "You must have so many questions, my little slave.
Perhaps I will answer them some day, but not now. I am Lady Glen. You are
my chosen child."

Glen sighed and concentrated a little. "Now then, who are you?"

Jen felt compelled to answer, she didn't want to, but somehow she HAD to do
so. "I am Jennifer Hanson."

"Very good, but your name no longer matters in that sense. When the time
comes I shall give you another. One fitting your new life. You are mine
body and soul now, child, and I shall remake both to fit my needs. Your
soul you will change for me. As for your body, I begin that now..."

Lady Glen's body began to change into a form entirely of bio-mechanical
nature. In a way she was still beautiful, but that was lost on Jen as the
plastic-metal woman began to probe Jen's abdomen and mound under the
rubbery casing. Where Glen touched Jen's body a tingling began to develop
and grow into a strange sensation. As the sensation grew Jen could see in
the mirror above that the rubbery material had parted and that the skin
around her pussy and belly button was starting to discolor and darken. She
watched in mute horror as the skin began to rise in relief. The sensation
flared into an equal mix of pure ecstasy and unbearable agony as her lower
abdomen and crotch changed into bio-mechanical analogs. She could see the
area develop strange ports and ducts as she endured the pleasure/pain. She
saw a covering membrane close over her sex and she could feel the
incredible weight of the altered portion of her body.

As the sensation faded she saw Lady Glen step back and smile, her form
changing back to her biomechanical/human/plant composite. "Stand." Glen
commanded. Jen felt compelled to do so. As her body rose off the table she
almost fell from the weight of her new parts and her unfamiliarity with
them. "It will take time for you to adjust, little one, so I will give you
a little time to play...and a playmate." Glen said as she passed her hand
over a panel in the wall. A section of wall opened, and a female form
stepped through.

Jen could tell by the body language that it was Cara. But her entire body
was encased in the black wood-stuff. There were obvious joints in her shell
such that she looked like a just-carved marionette before painting. Cara's
featureless head tilted and her body moved like she did when consumed by
lust. Cara's abdomen and crotch were the only break in her wooden prison,
they had already been changed as Jen's had. "Oh Cara...." Jen said in
despair just before the first wave of her own lust hit her like a
sledgehammer.

Lady Glen, watching and controlling the girls' emotions, smiled as the
scene began to play out.

***

His name was Kragger. He was a murderer. He was also on the run. "Fucking
bitch." He kept muttering under his breath as he ducked from building to
building in the area. He knew he didn't have enough of a lead to get away
from Nix. He was gonna have to hope he could pick a spot to his advantage
when he fought her, maybe even get a hostage or two.

In a way he felt complimented by the cops putting Nix on his case. She had
a reputation as being the slut from hell, as effective a huntress and cop
as she was ruputedly agile in the sack, or if rumors were to be believed,
the dungeon as well.

He had easily eluded the partner they had given her and he saw a promising
building for a fight. One of the walls had a big hole in it but there was
cover inside he could ambush her from.

***

Glen smiled as her two slaves met. Jen's lust was powerful enough to force
her to respond to Cara's mindless advances. Cara was in fact, unconscious
and under Glen's remote mental control. Not that it mattered for Jen's
training with her new sexual equipment.

Cara lowered Jen gently to the floor and began to stroke her body,
massaging her shoulders and neck to loosen Jen up. Cara lightly stroked up
Jen's neck to her ears. Jen moaned in pleasure, the foreplay was causing
her induced lust to deepen. Cara began to play with Jen's nipples, erect
trough the rubbery skin she wore. Jen could barely take it any more, but it
got worse as Cara moved down and began playing with Jen's bio-mechanical
parts. The sensations Jen was receiving intensified still more as she felt
her vaginal covering split open, exposing her new gunmetal-colored pussy.
Cara began to play with her clit, pushing Jen just to the edge of her
resistance.

Lady Glen had come over to them silently and took one of Cara's
wooden-gloved hands. Black goo flowed over it, turning it into a long thick
phallus. Cara then pressed her hand/dildo against Jen's nether lips. Jen
was sopping wet with dark fluids and the phallus went in easily.

Cara pumped Jen hard and steady. Lady Glen released her control of Jen's
body and Jen went sailing into the deepest orgasm of her life. Jen screamed
as the storms of ecstasy began to tear her mind apart. She lay there, her
mind in a fugue state until the orgasms subsided.

As she came to her senses she looked around for Glen. She started to back
away and struggle to her feet when she noticed that Cara's shell was
pulling away from her face and that the rest was changing into a bodysuit
like Jen's.

Tendrils wrapped around Jen's wrists and ankles, and Glen's hands grasped
the sides of her head from behind, forcing her to look at her feet. "Your
turn to play, little one" was all Jen heard before she saw the black goo
moving up her legs and down her arms hardening her into a wooden marionette
from the neck down. Lady Glen came around and kissed her and Jen could feel
her control taken again.

"Pleasant feelings, little child."

As the goo flowed over her head she felt her mind turning off and she
became a living sex toy, her purpose to pleasure Cara as the Mistress
orders.

Cara awoke to find herself on the table again and the imprisoned form of
Jen moving in on her...

[03]

As Cara lay there, she saw Jen's imprisoned form advancing towards her, a
black marionette as Cara had been just a moment before. Cara knew what was
going through Jen's head, a state of pure robotic lust. She knew Jen was
aware, but that her emotions and rational thought centers had been turned
off. Jen was a living sex toy now as Cara had been until a minute ago.

Cara saw that Jen had also been put through the process of having her
crotch and abdomen changed to bio-mechanical analogs, the only part of her
body not covered in the hard black wood-like shell.

Lady Glen walked beside her mindless slave to Cara's side. She compelled
Cara to rise and awakened the full force of Cara's lust within her. Then
she stepped back and went to Jen, touching her on the hands and on her gray
plastic/metal mound. Black goo flowed over all three, forming into
phalluses. Glen attached small devices to Jen's hands/dildos and pushed her
toward Cara.

Cara was getting very hot, her induced lust was overcoming her resistance
rapidly thanks to her now heightened sense of touch, a product of her new
anatomy. She reached down to her gunmetal lips, their membrane coverings
opening readily, and began to play. As she did, two small slits opened just
above each hip, each one extruding a small clitoris at the top.

Jen probed over Cara's body with her members, and as she began to near
Cara's nether regions they began to vibrate. Cara felt waves of pleasure
wash over her as her enhanced touch started to overwhelm her. Jen entered
her in all three openings and her mind disintegrated under the power of her
cascading climaxes.

Lady Glen reached out and switched off the unneeded parts of Cara's mind.
Then she coated Cara's arms with the Black goo, forming members as well.
Openings opened immediately on Jen's abdomen, sopping wet. Cara wasted no
time, mindless in her lust, and plunged her extremities into Jen's new
holes. Jen's form responded with wild bucking and renewed effort, only able
to respond to this kind of stimulus.

Glen reached underneath and formed another member on Cara at her lowest tip
so that the two living sex robots could do each other. She watched
gleefully as their minds were broken down to the most primal level,
creatures that existed only for the pleasure they gave and received. Soon,
they were effectively not human any longer, and Lady Glen stopped them
fucking each other.

She had Cara play with herself as she changed into her biomechanoid form
and had Jen lay down on the table. She began at Jen's toes, changing her
flesh to biomechanism. Jen, still in a mental state of only sexual
existence, came over and over as Glen moved up her legs, eventually meeting
Jen's crotch and turning Jen's lower body into one seamless vision from an
H.R. Giger painting.

"There my child, that's enough for the process to complete itself. I'll
give you to the breeder pod for the rest." Glen stepped over to a panel as
she mentally stimulated the shut-down parts of Jen's mind. Jen slowly came
out of her state and her eyes widened with fear as she saw her half human,
half-biomechanical body in the reflector above the table.

She found she could move and jumped off the table, only to land in a heap
twenty feet away. Her new legs were incredibly strong and supple, still
sexy in a way, but she was completely new to them and had no control
whatsoever. She lay on the floor, managing to sit up on her hands, amazed
and terrified by the weight of her lower body and its erotic yet alien
appearance.

Suddenly she saw it. It was lowering itself out of the ceiling, a massive
plant of some sort, gray and alien and partly biomechanical like everything
on board, including herself now. Tendrils shot out of it and wrapped around
her ankles, binding them like a single-boot and pulling her to a position
laying straight on the floor.

She saw Lady Glen engrossed in the process of altering Cara's body as the
tendrils continued to wrap over Jen's body. She felt them grab her arms and
wrap them, then pull them crossed over her chest. Within a minute Jen was
mummified up to her neck in a casing of dark gray living bindings. The
plant began to reel her in.

Cara had just been allowed to come to her senses, her lower body similarly
transformed when the tendrils grabbed her and began wrapping her up. She
saw Jen's pretty face disappear under its wrappings as her body was pulled
by tendrils into a fetal position and a new wave of tendrils began to wrap
her crunched body into a casing fitting her new position snugly and turning
Jen into a featureless oblong package.

Cara saw Jen's bundled form pulled into the plants upper reaches and out of
sight when her own head was covered by the bindings, blinding her. As she
felt her own mummified body pulled to a fetal pose she felt Lady Glen's
touch at her mind, reawakening the inhuman lust to keep her company in her
bondage. As the plant lifted her off the ground she began to come, over and
over, until her consciousness lapsed and she began to dream...

[04]

The Servo-Root had been watching the ugly man since he had entered the
building. It had immediately sent a telepathic message back to Her Majesty
down on the ship. She had sent orders to observe the heavily armed man
closely.

Kragger felt the hairs on the back of his neck rising. He was being
watched, he knew it, but he didn't see anyone. Must be letting the Slut get
to me, gotta focus, he thought to himself as he found a good vantage with a
view of the whole entry area below. It was the remains of a balcony. The
building looked to be an old theater, run down and collapsing, there were
huge holes in the foundation that showed through all the way to the dirt.

That's when he saw the discolored bit. It was a twenty foot circle of fresh
dirt in the middle of a larger patch of open ground. It was well hidden,
the colors were so close you'd have to up where he was to notice it. He
started to approach it cautiously, unsure what to make of it.

The Servo-root waited as Kragger came closer, sending a request to it's
mistress down on the ship with her chosen. The order came back to destroy
him quietly and bring the body below. The Root waited for Kragger to get
closer, when a gunshot flew between it's prey and itself.

Nix had found Kragger.

***

Down below, Lady Glen was monitoring the situation as she continued her
work on Jen and Cara, still comatose in their living mummification. The
wrapping tree had lowered them down to where Lady Glen could comfortably
work on them. First she had attached masks with hoses of plant material
over the girls' wrapped faces and watched as the tubes worked their way
through the bindings, deep into the lungs and stomachs of the two captives,
injecting them with a thick green, translucent fluid. Then, Glen inserted
two thick probes into each girl in her lower openings. She attached a hose
to each of these and connected each hose to a wall port. She stroked a
control and an unseen fluid pumped into each girl's encased form. She was
preparing them for the final stage of their rebirths.

It was after about ten minutes that the fight began. She ordered the
Servo-root to let her watch through it's eyes. Nix quickly emptied her clip
to bring Kragger out of hiding. He pulled a knife and she mirrored his
action, an ebon shadow with a glowing face. For several minutes they
fought, neither able to deliver more than a scratch to the other.

"It must be fate" Glen said as she watched the fight. Her attention focused
in on Nix, Kragger was a good fighter, but spiritually he was below her
contempt. Nix was a thing of lethal beauty, effective, quick, and
artistically elegant. Glen probed her mind and liked what she saw.

Lady Glen looked back at the room she was in and at the two mummified
captives. "I'm supposed to have three. I thought I would only have you two
but...It looks like I'll get to have my three after all."

A plan quickly formed in her head and she sent the Servo-Root its orders,
it wouldn't do to let her third be destroyed before she was even conceived.
She waited a moment for the infusions to finish, then she grabbed a sharp
tool and cut Cara from her outer layer of wrappings. She then awoke Cara to
the level of an automaton, the same state she had been in when she forced
herself on Jen, mindless obedience and lust. Lady Glen then opened a
compartment in the wall and grabbed several bio-mechanical objects.

Lady Glen then pulled Cara's wrappings away from her eyes and pressed one
of the devices over each. She attached a long collar over each of Cara's
mummified forearms and then sealed Cara head to toes in the black carapace,
only two hellish green pools showing through for her eyes and two large
ports along the back of her forearms.

After repeating the process with Jen, she and her two living robots took
another servo root towards the surface.

***

The fight had just turned in Kragger's favor. He was pressing Nix badly and
had given her a few small scratches on her arms. "You're gonna die here,
baby. I thought you oughta know something, though. I'm gonna shag you
before I off you!"

He laughed for a few seconds before his larynx was crushed. The Gray vine
wrapped around his neck and kept squeezing, even though he was well on his
way to death's embrace. As his body fell to the ground Nix saw the vaguely
bipedal Servoroot before her, blocking her from the hole in the wall. She
backed away slowly, wondering what effect her blade would have on this
seven foot, gray walking tree before her.

She felt something at her feet and looked down just in time to see a vine
bust up from the ground and wrap around her ankle. The ground turned to
liquid and she was pulled underground. The other Servoroot turned to
dispose of Kragger's carcass.

Nix found herself held by two female creatures with glowing green eyes and
black, polished carapaces. She began to say something, when a woman with
blue skin, plant-like gray tendrils trailing from her shoulders and parts
of her body that looked like they came out of the movie "Species", came up
and gagged her with a strip of black rubbery material that closed at the
back of her head and swelled in her mouth, filling it completely and
silencing her as well. Then the blue woman bound Nix's hands behind her
back with something that felt like liquid at first but was hard as rock
now, then did the same to her ankles.

The two female creatures let her go and stepped back a distance as the blue
woman cut Nix's bodysuit from her and admired her body. She gave both of
Nix's good-sized breasts a squeeze and then stepped back as the two figures
raised their arms and a light blue mist sprayed from them, painting Nix in
a thick coat of the stuff.

"I'd like to play with you like I did the other two children, but I'm short
on time. This lovely aphrodisiac paste will help speed things up," the blue
woman said as she gave a signal to the figures. Suddenly several black
blankets of goo launched from their arm and Nix was tightly wrapped in a
form-fitting cocoon.

Nix couldn't breathe and was starting to panic when she felt something
clamped around her neck. there were two sharp stings and she was breathing
again, air being pumped directly to her windpipe. She felt a pole held
vertically against her back as a second batch of bindings wrapped TIGHTLY
around her from the neck down. She felt herself lifted to a horizontal
position and carried like a speared animal as the paste began to take
effect and she started to get hot.

[05]

When Nix woke up she found herself upside down, blind, and hanging from her
crotch.

The blue paste they had sprayed her with had really done a number on her by
the time they had stopped carrying her between them. When they unwrapped
her from the membranes she'd been encased in, her skin had absorbed all of
the stuff and she was in a state where she would fuck anything that moved.
To make matters worse she was compelled to stand stock still as the blue
woman examined her.

After a brief introduction the two female forms, fellow prisoners according
to Lady Glen, began to systematically fondle her to so many climaxes that
she lost count and a fair amount of her senses. After a time she had
stopped caring and just went with the waves to a mental numbness. That's
when Glen made the two girls step away, leaving Nix in a mental
fugue-state.

Lady Glen sprayed the girls with a clear fluid and the black shells
covering their bodies melted away like wax, including the pieces that Glen
had attached before their encasements. They stood there and let Nix
mindlessly look at them. Jen and Cara's skins had begun to turn bluish,
Cara's slightly darker than Jen's. Both women's hair had become long,
straight, and black like Lady Glen's. Small gray blotches could be seen on
the backs of their shoulders in the same places that Lady Glen's tendrils
emanated from. And most striking, just like Lady Glen, from just below
their breasts down, their bodies were biomechanical, looking like a
creature from Alien. They were exquisitely beautiful in a surreal way.

Nix was in just the state of mind to fall in love in a puppy-like way with
the two of them. She watched as looks of awareness came to their faces.
They tried to step away from Lady Glen but were still a little unsteady on
their new legs when under their own control. Glen stepped up to Cara and
Jen and slapped a small purple disc on each girl's forehead.

"You two need to learn to use your bodies in ALL three kingdoms." The girls
went rigid, but the fear was evident on their faces. "These discs," Glen
continued, "contain programming that will exercise you in all three. You
won't mind. I've designed the programs so that you want to do what is
commanded. Have fun children."

Glen touched the discs and the girls expressions became cold. They both
looked down as they began to become even more heavily biomechanoid,
starting at they're feet and moving up their bodies, until they were wholly
living machine, gunmetal gray, hairless parodies of themselves. The program
took hold and they wandered off into the subterranean complex together.

Lady Glen turned her attention to Nix, still held in a state of mental
simplicity by the drug she had been coated in at her capture. Nix felt
Glen's mental touch inside her mind, looking around, finding inhibitions
and undoing them, adding new ones that made no sense, and searching inside
for the deepest pits of Nix's lust and directing it towards Jen, Cara, and
herself.

=Hello Nicholette...I can talk directly to your mind. Your sisters I have
to keep in fear...they can't get enough from the sex and violation to build
the reserves they need.= Lady Glen thought to her in her mind.

=Why are you doing this to me?= Nix thought back.

=I am Lady Glen of the ruling house of T'rianasari... My house is all but
dead. I need you, Jennifer, and Cara to be my daughters. My race gains
strength from progeny, each generation having the strength of those that
came from them. Children...you are my only chance to gain the strength I
need to go back and undo what the enemy has done.=

Glen picked Nix up and carried her in her arms over to a table-like
structure, the same table where Jen and Cara had undergone their early
changes. Nix, her basic desires altered, began to feel lust towards her
captor. Glen decided to fan the flames she had lit and mentally prodded
that lust to a greater intensity. Soon, she decided, Nix was ready.

***

Jen and Cara arrived in an open area deep underground. They had used the
walk down to get accustomed to being living machines, biomechanical
lifeforms. They stopped and the next phase of their programs kicked in.
Cara's body began to change and in a few seconds she appeared completely
human. She still had long black hair, but otherwise was her old voluptuous
self. Jen had closed the portal they had entered by and, still
biomechanoid, approached Cara.

"Jen...are you...can you hear me," Cara pleaded with Jen's passionless
face. Only to be answered by Jen opening her mouth and her tongue shooting
out, into Cara's mouth and down her throat. Cara felt the cybertongue still
outside her mouth mold itself around her head tightly, causing her cheeks
to swell over the top of the living gag.

Jen turned Cara to face away from her and positioned the slack of her
tongue so it ran between Cara's eyes and over the top of her head. Cara
tried to move her hands to interfere but Jen caught them in a grip of
living steel. Cara whimpered as her friend's tongue began to reshape itself
and spread over her head. In a moment Cara's head was effectively encased
in a helmet from the top of her head to the nape of her neck, tethered to
her friend by a living tentacle.

Cara found her wrists secured by clamps that had formed at Jen's waist and
could feel herself lifted from the ground.

Jen had secured her prey...now it was time for some fun. Jen grew her legs
together into a snakelike tail. With her hands she began to secrete
lubricant. Cara gasped as Jen began to smear the black oily lubricant all
over her captive. Jen then began to coil around Cara's body, tighter and
tighter, until Cara was lost under coils of Jen. Then Jen snaked the tip of
her tail up underneath and sought out Cara's imprisoned sex.

Cara moaned past the gag as her friend proceeded to use her. Jen thickened
the tip of her tail into a thick phallus, one that made Cara feel she would
burst open under the constriction. Cara's program kicked in and she found
herself in rapture at the bondage she was in. She began to wriggle in time
with Jen's tail and soon they both came hard.

The programs entered the next phase and Jen began to retract her tongue
with Cara's head still trapped. Jen could not stop herself and soon she had
swallowed Cara. Her body shifted and she found herself as a raven-haired
version of her human self. Jen felt full and afraid as she felt a pressure
in her bowels and a thick tendril shot from her ass and anchored to the
floor of the chamber. She looked down and saw herself pushed off the
ground.

Smaller tendrils were wrapping themselves around her shapely legs and soon
her lower body was mummified by gray plant tendrils. She was lifted to
where there was a mirrored surface in the chamber and saw herself, half
wrapped, suspended by a thick vine out her ass to the floor below. She saw
the tendrils wrap their way up her back and form a mass above her head.

She watched as the mass coalesced into a plant version of Cara's upper
body. "Cara?" Was all Jen got out before a mass of tendrils erupted out of
her own mouth, wrapping their way down her body. Jen was completely
mummified except for her eyes and a depression at her mouth, not that she
could speak with Cara running through her and encasing her. Tendrils grew
off of Jen's gray-wrapped form to the walls of the chamber, securing her
extremities. Cara extruded two thick vines and proceeded to play with Jen's
breasts with her hands while probing Jen's mouth and pussy with the vines.
Jen tried to moan, but the tendrils filling her throat made that
impossible.

Cara opened her mouth and a sweet, floral syrup began to pour from it all
over Jen. Cara worked the stuff into the wrappings, then it soaked through
into Jen's skin and she started to get incredibly aroused by the whole
scene. Jen became sopping wet as the stuff absolutely saturated her under
her bindings.

Then Cara began to wriggle the tendrils that bound her friend around her
body. The sensation drove Jen nuts. Jen began to struggle in order to get
Cara deeper in her openings. Cara gleefully obliged, enjoying the
sensations of having a woman struggling within her, as well as fucking her
at the same time.

They came together and landed on the floor in heaps. After a time the
programs kicked in and they repeated their encounters but reversed roles.
By the time they were finished they were totally spent and would have slept
in the chamber if not for the program. They changed shape to forms that
were entirely plant, like a pair of gray kelpies, and proceeded to walk
back to their Mistress.

[06]

When Jen and Cara got back they saw Lady Glen morphing back to her
T'rianasari form. Nix was on the table but they couldn't see her past the
alien noble. Their programs ended with orders that they stand and wait for
their instructions, but otherwise their minds were now their own.

"Welcome back children." Lady Glen took a moment to finish something with
Nix's silent form and then stepped away towards the girls.

Nix was awake and aware. She sat up on the table unsteadily. Lady Glen had
been busy. In the few hours that the girls had been gone, forced to
practice shapechanging, Nix had been transformed to a point almost as
advanced as theirs. Her hair, already long and straight, had darkened to a
deeper black even than Glen's. Her lower body, now biomechanical up to her
sternum, was more streamlined, with less detail and an almost shiny finish,
looked nonetheless as powerful as their own had first felt. Nix's skin had
just barely begun to take on it's bluish cast, an effect of her skin
seeming to cast slightly deeper shadows.

"I want the two of you to meet your new sister. Nicholette, introduce
yourself to your sisters."

Nix got up and unsteadily moved over to Jen, planting a deep french kiss in
her mouth, then she repeated the same with Cara. "I took the liberty of
accelerating Nicholette's rebirth since she has the reserves of strength to
take it. She seems not to have minded." Glen smiled. Nix turned and looked
back, a look of adoration in her eyes. A large number of tendrils and tubes
snaked down from the ceiling and began to attach themselves to the three
women. Jen and Cara cried in alarm as they were each tethered by a few
dozen. Nix seemed to enjoy it. Three large evil looking devices followed
and hovered near each woman's sex. Their membranes all opened, unbidden,
and each device pushed a thick shaft into its victim's lower openings.

The devices kept pushing up higher and higher into the girls with the
shafts, while the head of each device clamped around each pelvis like a
gunmetal colored, pulsing vice. Jen was afraid but had grown insensitive to
the constant violations. Cara whimpered as she felt the shafts in her begin
to wind their way through her inner passages. Nix was moaning in delight as
she was impaled through her own gastro-intestinal tract. She came in a
series of gurgling twitches when the head of the shaft from her ass exited
her mouth. The shafts were soft and they had not damaged the girls' bodies
in any way, following the passageways that naturally traversed the body in
each woman.

Lady Glen came up to caress each of her intended children in turn. In each
case she began to knead the end of the shaft and it softened into a putty
like softness. With the hands of a master sculptor she shaped each shafts'
end into a mask over each woman's face and smoothed the extra around the
back of each head. As the stuff was shaped it changed color to match each
girl's skin, making them appear to be bald and smiling. Glen tilted each
girls' head forward so that they were in a good standing posture. Then she
touched a dab of spittle to each mask and the stuff became hard as steel.

The girls were pulled up into the air to hang upside down. Lady Glen then
began to secrete the black goo over each woman, making a body shaped, hard
cocoon to protect them as the tubes and tendrils finished drawing out body
fluids and replacing them with more appropriate ones for prospective
daughters of the T'rianasari.

As Nix, Jen and Cara hung in their cocoons, Glen entered their minds and
combined them all in a mental gestalt. She began to tell them what and who
they were, now...

***

May Jones was in a bad mood. Her secretary had just been reassigned and it
would be a while until the new one got there. And for a mayoral assistant
who handled all police department relations to the office, that was a big
problem.

She tried to deal with it as best she could, but she was young and
impatient. At 24, she was the youngest to ever hold the job, and she had
gotten it through pure drive. They called her the blonde bombshell not for
her looks (although they would have been justified), but for the way she
attacked her goals.

There was a knock at the door. The UPS man must have arrived. May got up
and went to the door. There was a beautiful young woman on the other side
in a pretty but professional dress. She was carrying a largish box. May
sighed her relief.

"You must be the new secretary. God, I'm so glad to see you..." May ushered
the girl into the outer office and closed the door. "I am in the middle of
hell. The PD is bitching and moaning that one of their cops is missing and
I have to write the press release and get it out with no staff..."

May droned on without noticing that the girl had set the box down and had
quietly locked the door. May was blathering that she had the files in her
office when the girl savagely shoved her into the inner office. Grabbing
the box she followed May in and locked the door behind her.

Inside the office the girl opened the box on May's desk. May was still a
little shocked and disoriented, slowly getting up off the office floor. The
girl set a strange device on the desktop. It glowed for a second then sent
little beams of light to map out the room. There was suddenly a strange
echo in the room.

May reached for one of her drawers and was stopped by a vicious slap from
the intruder. "There is no secretary, toygirl," the intruder spoke, a
strange resonance to her voice. She reached down into the box and got out a
strip of matte black material. Grasping May by her long blonde hair she
wrapped the material around her throat. May yelped as the material heated
up and fused to her skin. The intruder let go of her hair.

May's will ceased to exist. She stood and carefully removed her clothing
until she stood before the intruder in only the choker that was now part of
her. The intruder turned and ordered May to unzip her. As the intruder's
dress fell away a perfect body, encased in black shiny wetness, was
revealed.

"You have been chosen because of your position, toy. We have need of
control over the police of your world. I have arranged for this identity to
be recorded as your new secretary. But as you know, I am now the one in
charge, slave. Now then, we need to see about your new skin." The ebon
goddess commanded.

A portal opened in the air before them and May mindlessly stepped through,
followed by her new mistress.

[abrupt ending]