Melanie's Conversion Ch. 04

CHAPTER 4: A QUIET PLACE

Melanie felt no sense of time or space. One moment, she was aware of herself faithfully stepping into the stone wall where the black, dimensionless void appeared. The next moment, she was stepping naked from the black, empty void onto soft and shifting gray sand beneath her bare feet. Her eyes took in a scene of some tall trees with gigantic leaves the color of an orange skin. Water gently lapped at the edge of the sand, stretching to the horizon. The water was eerily colored like faint rose, which naturally reflected the color of the sky. The sun above was nearly white.

Melanie stood stunned at the sight of the new place, but she sensed the Yorkun behind her, of course. They were attuned to each other now as much by sense and mental attunement as physical. Their physical connection was magnificent, however.

"What is this place, Yorkun?" she asked as she turned to where she knew the Yorkun would be. The black void was gone. The Yorkun was formed like she was now used to seeing it: something like a puddle of black, fluid tar on the ground, and a taller tower shape about her height. There were no humanoid features to observe, but she no longer expected to find any or felt a need for any. The Yorkun was the Yorkun. She didn't doubt she might encounter just as strange or stranger sights she would need to accept.

"This, my Melanie, is my quiet place. The highest order of species of this world would be about a thousand of your years behind yours in terms of development. This small piece of land is surrounded by vast water, which makes it very isolated from them. This is a place I can come to find periods of peace from everything else." The Yorkun was quiet for a moment. Melanie studied the form before her, even though she knew she would observe nothing through the effort. Then, "And now, it is our place, my Melanie. It is a place for us to find peace alone with one another after whatever adventures we might experience."

She smiled brightly and stepped the short distance between them. It leaned toward her as she leaned into it. There was substance to hold on to, but she also felt herself settle slightly into the mass in the same way she might into a soft foam mattress. She felt herself hugged with arms and the familiar feel of her nakedness caressed any place her body was in contact with it.

"You are certain you wish to be presented as my slave, Melanie?" the Yorkun again asked, breaking the moment.

She pulled her head back and nodded at him, sometimes still responding with physical responses. Though there were no features indicating the ability to see, she knew it was capable of it.

"I decided you are correct in your assessment of how our relationship would be best presented to others we encounter. I was not surprised by your suggestion. Your mind is a part of what makes you so unique, interesting, and desirable to me. If you are to appear a sex slave for others to respond to, you will need to be such at all times. That was what was behind your assessment, my Melanie?"

"It was, Yorkun. It was what I had tried to portray in my reasoning. I should be your sex slave at all times, even here where we have peace from all others. That way, I will not act inappropriately when it is critical. It will be a simple adjustment for me, Yorkun, if you will accept it. I am ... I am already that devoted to you. You have completely transformed me, Yorkun. I will do and be anything you desire me to do or be, as a result."

She sensed how pleased it was. The Yorkun moved away from the beach, and Melanie followed behind it. She realized she didn't truly know how a slave should behave, or more to the point, how Yorkun would want or expect a slave to behave. Before she could pursue that line of thinking with it, however, a simple structure came into view as they approached a clearing in the trees and equally strange foliage.

The structure was the simplest form she could imagine, to the point of possibly resembling a shack. As they approached the lone door, she noted no windows in the walls, which she could now see were very substantial. The roof was slightly sloped toward the back. Inside, she found a single room, its dimensions approximately fifteen feet square. There were no furnishings, but she reasoned that the Yorkun didn't require a chair, table, or bed. There were, however, two walls covered in cabinets and shelves.

Every new thing about the Yorkun was a surprise. The Yorkun wasn't human, and it wasn't of her world. As such, it never fit her anticipation, which naturally stemmed from her experience and Earthly human concepts. She hoped those anticipations would die away soon.

The Yorkun moved to the far wall and, by forming arms, began searching in one cabinet after another.

"Ah," it finally uttered mentally. When it turned back to Melanie, it held something white and circular toward her. She put her hands out for it. It was a bright white ring of some solid substance. It was so white to her eyes that it seemed to shine as if it gave off a light itself.

She held it closer as she noticed symbols engraved on the surface. "It is beautiful, Yorkun, but what is it?"

"A collar, Melanie. A slave collar. I acquired it earlier in my searching for a suitable subject. When I found the one, I assumed it would be a slave for my simple use."

"Me," Melanie uttered in response.

"You, my Melanie, but as it turned out, the one I found was not a slave accustomed to simple use, or one I desired to be for simple use, only." It paused, and Melanie glanced back at its form. It was a reflexive action she might never overcome. "I value your mind and our interactions on that level. We will be here to develop the control of your appropriate responses to me so I have your mind and your body as required."

She nodded absently, but understood his meaning. This was her first stop in her adventure. This was where she would learn to be an appropriate slave. She understood that, and eagerly anticipated her transformation to what was required, as she had accepted her transformation in the stone room. At the same time, she was fascinated by the collar.

"This collar, Yorkun, it has no clasp for attachment or removal. And, these symbols ... what language are they and what do they mean?"

"The collar will separate only by me. Once on your neck, it can not be removed, even by me. The symbols represent many of the languages I have encountered in my wanderings and fulfillment of my assignments. Each symbol is the representation for 'slave'." Melanie looked up at its form. She held it out to the Yorkun and stood tall before it. "You must be sure. It is not a decoration. Once on, it defines you."

"I understand, Yorkun. I am not afraid of the collar. In my soul, I am already yours, and I desire for all to know it. My only fear is satisfying what you expect of me. I only desire to please you."

Tentacles, arms, shafts ... she never knew how to refer to the shifting of its form. They took the collar from her, and she saw it separate and encircle her neck. She heard a soft click that wasn't metallic, but that was the closest she could associate the sound with. She was now a slave. From an earthly human intellectual with a prized brain desiring to experience what normal people did, to being a sex slave to an otherworldly life form.

She lightly touched the collar around her neck with a single fingertip. "You must teach me, Yorkun. How do I refer to you? How do I act? How do I behave with you and others? How do I respond to others? I don't want to embarrass or displease you, Yorkun. I will be an excellent slave for you."

"Teaching you is simple, my Melanie," as its arms pulled her into its form. As she was slowly pulled inside its form, being encased inside, she sighed deeply. This was how it cared for her, taught her, had dialogues that were flashes of brain signals that instantly transmitted what was needed. In the same moments, it was how she was nourished without eating or drinking. The Yorkun was the master of multitasking.

"Would you like to orgasm, my Melanie?" Oh, God, yes, she thought, bemused. What a silly question, they both thought simultaneously.

She could have considered if the way it might sexually stimulate her and bring her to multiple orgasms could be a tool for opening her mind, but her own awareness was already too stimulated by sex, nourishment, and implanted thoughts, and her responses. She sensed her brain firing impossibly fast, and she felt her body being replenished with nutrients for her ever-thriving and strengthening body. All the while, she was fucked in every hole and every inch of her body, especially her nipples and clit were caressed and teased. Whatever Heaven was, it couldn't be this good.

When Melanie became aware of herself again apart from the Yorkun, her head was slightly lowered, though her body was proudly erect, her shoulders back, her large D-cup breast forward, and her legs slightly parted. The collar now felt snug around her neck, and she felt a tingling on her lower abdomen.

"Thank you, Master," she uttered in her mind. She understood. She knew what was needed of her. Her mind was clear and strong, while she was also feeling subservient. It was a strange combination of realities.

Her fingers went down to her lower abdomen where she felt the tingling. She focused on her fingers and a smile formed on her entire face. "What is this symbol, Master?"

On her lower abdomen was a three-inch-high black form. From her angle looking down, it was difficult to properly recognize. The Yorkun did something that brought brighter illumination into the room and created a flat surface of its form. The result was effectively a dark mirror. The black form could have been a tattoo. The top was a black circle with a brilliant white inside. The symbol then had arms stretched outward, a simplistic body shape down before it separated into legs that continued on either side of her clitoral hood.

"It is my mark for you, my Melanie. It came to me as we interacted just now. The intensity of your orgasms was the key. The white in the circle at the top is your mind that I treasure. The legs around your clitoris are the pleasure you give and receive. It is yours alone."

"Thank you, my Master. You honor me, a mere slave, too much."

"Never enough, my Melanie. Your mind is intact, as I desire it to be. Always remember that while you are my slave, you will also be my mate in life."

An appendage came out of his form to her pussy. "Your body seems pleased, my Melanie. Your nipples are hard, and your pussy is leaking."

"I have a feeling those conditions will always be true for you, Master. I desire to serve and please you. What can I do?"

"Not you, but there is something you need to experience. That mark connects us much more than merely visually."

Melanie was puzzled by that. He already indicated it was her mark alone. What more could there be?

Then, its shape shifted again. Its height shrank to a two-foot mound, and from the top came a cock. It stood a foot tall and as thick as her wrist. A greedy smile covered her face as she immediately straddled the form, her pussy aligning with the top of the cock. As soon as the cock separated her pussy lips and hole, she felt an electric pulse and saw flashes on the surface of the Yorkun's form.

"OH ... GOD ... FUCK ... OH YESSSSS!" she loudly exclaimed as the normally powerful sensation of its fucking her was increased by the electric pulses centered at her clit. "Oh ... Master ... what ...?"

"This is our connection alone," it uttered as she fucked up and down on the cock, the pulses flashed at her clit, and the cock thrust up into her. "Melanie and Yorkun. Slave and Master. We are one."

She braced her hands on his form for support as her hips rose and thrust over the thrusting cock, filling her in width and depth. The pulses shot directly into her clit, and passed to her g-spot inside her clenching, spasming pussy. Every memory of past times of being fucked by the Yorkun was diminished by this new addition of their fucking.

"I can't ... Master ... I can't hold back ... too much ..." she gasped.

"You never hold back," it responded. "You always freely respond."

"Thank ... you ... Master ...," and she exploded in the most intense orgasm. Every intense orgasm she had experienced with the Yorkun, every one that had seemed to be the most intense, was now diminished in her mind. Her orgasm shook her body. Every fiber of her stronger, tightly muscled body quivered and twitched. The orgasm felt centered at her clit/g-spot and radiated with pulses to her nipples and throughout her body. She fell forward onto its mounded form, but the cock continued fucking her. Her body was inert, limp but for the quaking of her orgasm and the next that immediately followed.

When her eyes flickered open, she found herself again within the Yorkun, warmly caressed within it. Her eyes detected small pulses of light at the same moment she felt pulses in her pussy. Its cock was still inside her, but unmoving. It was its cock inside her that generated the pulses, their unique connection and oneness.

"I love you, Master," she uttered, but was unable to add the heartfelt hug she desired to give. It didn't give a response except for a twitch of the cock inside her and a strong electric pulse. She didn't expect more. How could she? The Yorkun was a being that spent its existence virtually alone. Except now, it had her.

* * * *

"There are many things you will experience, my Melanie," the Yorkun explained as they walked ... or flowed along the ground in its case ... to some place only it knew where. "Your species seems to have a limited, childish view of potential beyond your small existence. Other life forms are not skinny forms with oversized heads and large eyes." There was a chuckle. "Neither are they green. Well, most not, anyway."

Well, she thought to herself, as she followed a step behind and to the right of the Yorkun, that must mean some life forms are green.

"Are you curious where we are going, my Melanie?"

"Yes, Master. But if you wish me to know, you will tell. Until that time, I will follow you," she said.

"Life forms take on all shapes and types, correct?"

"Of course, Master. I suspect I will encounter many life forms of size, shape, and appearance. Then, of course, there is life that exists in plants like these strange types of trees and foliage. There will be animals and other life that are less intelligent, like Earth's animals and insects and sea life. I am sure I will be surprised by many of them."

"We are going to one such new life form for your experience."

After a short walk further, "Oh, my," Melanie gasped, "what a beautiful plant, Yorkun."

Ahead, she had spotted what appeared to her as a giant Venus Fly Trap. Its outside was a light yellow on a grayish stem. As they approached, it opened to reveal the inside, a mix of rose and light blue. All along the edge of it were feelers swaying. Inside, she noted several longer bluish tentacles rising from the rose colored inside.

"You will come to understand that I can communicate with many life forms, some you might think lack intelligence. This plant, for instance, I am quite pleased about. They do not thrive easily, but I found it, was fascinated by it as you seem to be, and transplanted it here."

"It seems to be thriving here, Master."

"Indeed, it is, my Melanie, and it is quite a specimen." The plant swayed on its thick stem and turned to them. "It is a carnivore, consuming other small life forms that are attracted to its inside by the colors and faint scent." As they came closer, Melanie could detect a scent that was very pleasing and slightly sweet. "I have brought other small life forms that reproduce plentifully for it."

The plant continued to sway with its jaw-like part wide open. The inside was almost mesmerizing with the combination of soft colors and swaying feelers and tentacles. She was led closer. Could such a thing consume a form as large as her, she wondered.

"Do not fear it, my Melanie," the Yorkun suddenly said as it had apparently heard her thought. "It will not harm you. It has other talents you will find enjoyable. Climb inside."

Melanie barely hesitated as the plant lowered further, its jaws wider, as if in response to the Yorkun's thoughts. If the Yorkun had merely given her a suggestion, she took it as a command. She placed a knee on the edge of the plant's open jaw and crawled inside. Trusting the Yorkun completely, she moved to the center and rolled onto her back. The jaws snapped shut, encasing her in darkness. "Enjoy," was all she heard in her head from her Master outside.

Smaller feelers rose around her to lightly touch and stroke her body. Her legs were grasped by larger tentacles and pulled apart widely, as were her arms. Other tentacles slithered over her legs, arms, and body. Tentacles attached to her nipples and began a sucking and teasing action. She gasped and moaned as the highly erotic feelings washed over her.

"Ohhhhh ... yesssss ... yeessss," she moaned as another tentacle latched onto her clit and another skinny one penetrated her pussy and attached to her g-spot. "Oooooooo ... fuuucckkkkkkkk ... yessssss," she continued.

She was already rising to an orgasm as a thicker tentacle pressed into her pussy alongside the skinny one and probed deeper and deeper inside her. That tentacle began fucking her as yet another smaller tentacle squeezed in with the other two and quickly pressed against her cervix, parted the tight opening, and entered, where it began a fucking motion.

Melanie orgasmed immediately at the penetration of her cervix, and didn't seem to stop as all the tentacles combined to keep her stimulation peaked. Then, her hips were raised by the tentacles wrapped around her feet, and another thick tentacle thrust abruptly into her asshole.

"OH, HOLY FUCK!" she screamed in her head. Never had she uttered such words or thoughts before the Yorkun, which showed her what pleasure really could be. "Ohhhh ... yeeessss ... yes, yes .... ooooooooo ..." she continued gasping and moaning as she orgasmed and orgasmed.

Even though she only uttered or spoke in her mind, her mouth was gasping open, which allowed another tentacle to slide between her lips, into her mouth, closing around it, and down her throat. As her throat being fucked added to everything else stimulating her, she continued to orgasm and orgasm. Her body twitched as muscles fired, quickly becoming strong spasms. Her orgasms were unrelenting.

The next sensation she could detect separate from her own orgasms was fluid shooting into her body from the multitude of tentacles fucking her. It seemed even the tentacles sucking on her sensitive nubs oozed juice, but the tentacles fucking her shot huge volumes into her holes. It felt like her body was bloated, so much fluid filled her pussy, asshole, and throat. Her stomach felt bloated, and her pussy and asshole overflowed as the fucking continued.

Then, the blackness that was inside the jaws consumed her brain, too.

When her eyes flickered open to the strange light of that world, her first image was the Yorkun leaning over the edge of the plant's jaws. It took her up from the inside of the plant, and she looked back down to where she had been. A large puddle of fluid was slowly seeping into the flesh of the plant.

"Did all that come from within me, Master?"

"Yes, my Melanie. It seemed to enjoy your body. It is now consuming that fluid. It, too, will provide it with nourishment."

Though weak and exhausted, she giggled while being held by the Yorkun. "Perhaps, Master, I should assist you in caring for your plant."

"I think my lusty slave enjoyed the experience." She quickly agreed, as she attempted to hug the Yorkun and only seemed to sink slightly into its form. "You see what is in store for you, my slave?"

"Oh, Master, I think I will find being your slave very enjoyable, indeed. Now that I have been fucked by a plant, will anything surprise me?"

"You have no idea, my Melanie. I think after that you require more nourishment."

"Hmmm, you are so good to me." She was slowly being encased in the Yorkun's form, her entire bare body tingling with the caresses she always received within it. "Please fuck me, too, Master, so I can feel one with you after the plant."

"My lusty slave," it uttered with her deep inside it. A cock formed and probed into her very wet pussy, and she slipped into utter pleasure to be connected to her Master again.