Melanie's Conversion Ch. 07

CHAPTER 7: THE GAUNTLET

Once again, Melanie awoke to complete and utter blackness that not only encased everything around her, but caressed and soothed every inch of her nakedness. She experienced no fear, of course. She knew where she was. Well, she knew she was safe inside her Yorkun Master being cared for, even if she didn't know where in the cosmic they might be.

She moved her hand through the form of the Yorkun to cautiously feel her pelvis. The last she remembered was having been fucked by the dozens of Whattomon males who possessed the most massive cocks her imagination had never conceived of. They had fucked her in every hole; pussy, ass, and throat. And, they had fucked her in all three at the same time on numerous occasions. The Yorkun had presented her to the Whattomon as a grateful token of appreciation from their Gods for their adjustment and care for the new land the Yorkun had brought them to to save their way of life. In appreciation of their God's gift, every male had enthusiastically fucked her, each one bringing her to multiple orgasms and their own climaxes until she was finally at the end lying in a large puddle of spent cum that seemed to drain from her every hole endlessly.

Her tentative touch to her pelvis brought a sigh of relief when she didn't feel the soreness she expected.

"Ah," she heard in her head, "my Melanie awakes."

Despite the awareness that she was again conscious, the Yorkun made no effort to ease her out from within its fluid form, as the caressing of her body increased, especially the teasing of her nipples and clit, and the gentle stroking of her pussy that felt every bit like being licked very softly.

"I kept you asleep, my Melanie, while your body recovered."

"Thank you, Master. You are too good to your slave," she softly uttered in reply while very comfortable and at ease within it.

Melanie had discovered early in her experience with the Yorkun in the stone room that being inside the Yorkun allowed it to care for her needs. Since those early times, she had not needed any food or drink as the Yorkun provided for all her nutritional needs. As it had initiated its use of her body with frequent times of unwanted fucking, her holes had become very sore. She soon found, however, that the Yorkun was able to medicate any need her body required.

"Nothing is too good for my Melanie," her Master replied quickly. "Though I never had any question, you proved your service to me through our visit with the Whattomon. They are a very grateful people. They firmly believe now that they are the intended stewards of their new land for their Gods. Their adjustment to their new home will now be complete."

"Master, are there such things as Gods?"

It chuckled, a welcome sound in her mind. "There are things even in my discoveries that are a mystery, my Melanie. I think, however, that gods are merely what species need to encourage them to do what they know is good, or to justify what they desire to do in aggression or subjugation of another. In that way, a god can be attributed to good or bad."

"So, you attributed the need for the Whattomon move to their Gods so they would accept it." She already knew that. The difficult question caused her to hesitate before uttering. "Were you acting on assignment in moving them?"

She knew she had questioned her Master's motives. "This is why I like your mind, my Melanie." It paused. "What I said earlier was true. I heard their plea to their Gods. As a unified voice, I was able to pick it out from the noise."

Melanie wiggled within the Yorkun's form in an effort to feel it even more than it covered her entire nakedness. "So you interceded for their Gods to save them. Are all Yorkuns so good, Master?"

"Are all humans good like you, my Melanie?" The answer was what she could have expected, but the Yorkun was so uniquely capable. She had considered what her fate would be if she submitted to the Yorkun, and it might not have been entirely good. But she believed in her Yorkun and not only because she held it as her Master. Her mind shifted from such thoughts as her body felt a change in the sensations provided through the form encasing her. She sighed contentedly with the increase in sensations to her body.

"Master," she gasped with need, "your slave desires to be fucked." She heard the easy chuckle in her head. Then, "Ahhhhh ... oooo ... yesssss," she gasped as a probe eased into her pussy and another into her ass. "Yes, my Master," she gasped as another probe slid into her mouth and down her throat, all three beginning an easy fucking of her three holes. The probe in her pussy fired the tattoo at her clit and sent pulsing charges to her clit and g-spot and into her body. "Yes ... you are ... oooohhh fucckk ... too, too ... good ... hhhhmmmm... to your slave."

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"Where are we now, Master?" Melanie asked as she stepped from the black void onto the spongy ground surrounding her. The environment she found herself in was the thing of nightmares and horror movies from her previous existence. She looked down at her bare feet as they sank slightly into the spongy, mossy ground, water seeping up around her toes and feet under the pressure of her weight. They were on a small island of that substance. All around them was a scene of dead trees, vines, and water enveloped in misty, foggy air. The air above the dead trees was shrouded in heavy clouds with more shifting fog.

"The where isn't of importance, my Melanie. The what is." That didn't exactly help, she thought. Her Master's chuckle was reassuring. She wouldn't want to be in this place by herself.

"Then, what is this place, Master?"

It pointed into the swampy-looking environment. "You see there, my Melanie. That spot that appears to be under some light?" She saw it. It was very out of place with the appearance of the rest of the environment in all directions. That one spot was in bright light, presumably a break in clouds, but it remained the only spot, the light not shifting as would seem normal.

"We call this place the Gauntlet," it said. "You must traverse from this location to that lighted location. There is no time criteria or restricted route. Only to get from here to there, where I will be waiting for you."

"You said 'we', Master."

"Other Yorkuns, my Melanie."

"This is a challenge of sorts, a competition between you Yorkuns, then." She stared into the swamp. She tried to discern what the challenge could involve. It remained quiet and forbidding. "This gauntlet, this competition, was the original reason for your search for a slave of qualities that satisfied you." Melanie's statement wasn't a question; it was an understanding of the situation. "And you chose me, Master. This will bring you honor among the other Yorkuns?"

"It will, my Melanie."

Melanie turned to the black form next to her. She touched her collar and the tattoo that somehow brought such pleasure when the Yorkun fucked her. "Go," she uttered calmly, "I will join you there."

A circle of black void formed and her Master was gone. She stared ahead of her, a scene reminiscent of horror movies that was her reality. "Completing this will bring my Yorkun Master honor among his kind. That is all I need to know," she told herself with calm determination. Her mind, the mind her Master enjoyed, worked through options that lay between her and her Master. There was nothing in her extensive preparation with her Master that had anything to do with combat or strength. All of her preparation, especially including her recent gangbang by the Whattomon, had been all sexual. She laid aside any fear of death coming from combat or feats of strength. What lay ahead of her was sexual, undoubtedly tests of sexual capacity.

A voice, unknown to her, came into her head, "The rules are simple, slave. Go from here to there. The route is your choice. Take any amount of time needed. If you are unable to complete any of the three challenges, you fail. If you choose to quit, you fail. If you lose your way and must be rescued, you fail."

"What constitutes completion of a challenge?" she asked.

"You will know."

"Have you all sent slaves into the gauntlet?"

"We have."

"How many completed the gauntlet?"

There was a telling pause. She heard the murmuring of numerous voices in her head. Finally, a quiet and reluctant, "None."

Melanie smiled, though she didn't expect any of the Yorkun were near enough to see it. "I will be the first, then." There was bemusement in her head. "You don't understand," Melanie uttered calmly but with determination, "I have promised my Master." Then, there was only silence and her own thoughts.

With the determination she had just pronounced, she stepped from the spongy ground into the water. She immediately sank into the soft bottom. She gazed ahead. There wasn't a straight, open path. She would have to go around large trees and exposed root structure. She saw vines hanging everywhere, stumps rising to the surface, logs lying every which way. And, of course, all the standing trees. Her strategy became simple. Don't get lost. She would keep that spot of light in view and not stray to the side any further than necessary. If it meant climbing over logs, she would.

Keeping to her strategy, she moved around several trees and clamored over a few logs. The logs were well worn by time in the water and presented little abrasion to her naked skin. Her legs were flecked with rotting material from the water, and each step disturbed the bottom to stir more of it around her legs.

She came to another log obstructing her path. She looked in both directions before deciding to climb over it. She swung her right leg over, but her left foot sank into the suction of the muck of the bottom. As she sat at an awkward angle on the leg tugging at her left foot, she felt something grab her right foot. The tension on her feet balanced so she was held fast and upright on the log. She tried dislodging each foot with her hands firmly braced on the log. She was being held by what felt like vines wrapped around her ankles. Her feet weren't simply stuck; they were being held. Clearly, this was the first challenge, and she considered her route decisions, if she had had an option. She took several calming breaths as she realized she was exactly where she had been led to.

Her feet pulled below her, invisible in the mucky water, her body held tightly against the mostly smooth surface of the aged log. When she felt something at her pussy, she pressed up as much as she could and strained to see. She sighed. How could she be surprised? What else could she have expected?

The surface of the log began changing to press up against her pelvis, but quickly changed to move along her pussy until the new shape pressed into her hole.

"Ohhhhh ... fucckkkk," she gasped out. There was no reason not to respond. She knew she was being watched and judged. The shape quickly changed once inside her pussy. It continued to lengthen and thicken as it entered deeper. She couldn't tell how deep inside her, but it felt quite deep ... and quite thick. When the tension on her ankles lessened slightly, "Okay," she murmured, "if you're just going to do nothing, I'll fuck you."

She pressed herself up using both hands on the log, and realized that her feet were allowed to rise, too. In fact, her feet found support from the vines holding her so she could use her legs to assist in raising herself over the length of the shaft buried in her pussy. She rose and thrust down several times before she felt the shaft thicken more, and felt ridges form along the surface that rubbed against her pussy walls. She twisted and leaned forward and back as she began fucking with more intention. The ribs rubbed her g-spot, and she included that motion intermittently.

The shaft had become thick like the thick cock shapes her Master had used on her when in the stone room. It was nothing like the Whattomon, but what the Poonjo had done to her holes meant that any cock inside her felt tight. She began fucking the object inside her eagerly, not understanding what success in this challenge meant but now merely enjoying the sensation and stimulation of fucking a log.

Her hips might have been blurred as she fucked hard and fast. She discovered a small protrusion at her clit and added rubbing against it or tilting to hit her g-spot. Her orgasm was exciting. It wasn't lost on her that she was fucking a log, and she was being watched by the Yorkuns.

As her fucking motion slowed as she orgasmed, another shaft wormed between her ass cheeks to probe her asshole. This wasn't the log, however. She glanced behind to see a vine suspended behind her as another wrapped around her shoulders, and pulled her lower to expose her asshole.

"OH FUCK!" she exclaimed as the smooth vine suddenly thrust into her asshole, abruptly passing through her sphincter without pause.

She tentatively raised her hips to move up the shaft in her pussy, and the vine in her asshole moved with her, slowly, at first, fucking into her as she slowly fucked the shaft in her pussy. Becoming comfortable with the range of motion with both holes filled, she began fucking urgently again. The vine swelled thick and drove deep. It was very much like being double penetrated by her Master.

Her second orgasm crested, and the vine continued fucking into her ass. She struggled to keep her hips moving on the shaft in her pussy as her entire body reacted to the orgasm.

"Ohhhhhh ... fuccckkkkk ... yesssssss," she gasped as her body shook and her pussy leaked her orgasm around the shaft and log. "Yes ... yessssss ..." she uttered until she exclaimed, "FUCK YES ... SOOOOOOO GOOODDDDD!"

She was in the throes of a delicious orgasm that consumed her. For a moment, it seemed the vine paused. Then, the vine holding her shoulders tilted her head, and Melanie spotted another vine descending toward her. She laughed as she recognized the intention and opened her mouth wide. Again, the vines seemed to pause, then they entered her mouth and down her throat. Inside her throat, it swelled, and she was again thankful for the secondary airway passage the Poonjo had added.

She was held upright, two vines thrusting into her as she sat on the shaft in her pussy. Another vine grasped her by the shoulders, and she was raised and dropped on the shaft as it came to life and began thrusting up into her. All three holes were being fucked vigorously and deeply. It felt like the vines might somehow meet somewhere in her body as they thrust in and wound through her organs impossibly, the sensation of being fucked in her bowels and stomach while the shaft in her pussy pulsed and thrust.

Melanie orgasmed a third time, and this time the shaft in her pussy erupted to fill her pussy with something. With her throat filled, she exclaimed in her head as she probably had done previously. She heard the squishing sound as the shaft thrust into her filled pussy, the two vines continuing their fucking. Even as her body quaked and threatened to overwhelm her senses, she struggled to hold consciousness. She didn't know what constituted failure. Even then, though, she felt the shaft in her pussy dwindle and slowly recede like a softening cock after climax.

She willed herself through the orgasm, her pussy empty but her asshole and throat still being fucked. She sensed her feet being released as she felt herself lifted off the log. She was unable to see anything with the vine fucking her throat, holding her head bent straight up looking at the dark, forbidding shapes of trees and fog. But she could feel, and the new feeling was her legs being spread wide before she felt another vine enter her pussy and probe deep. Then, another vine squeezed alongside the first and moved to the same depth, both vines wiggling and pulsing inside her pussy.

With four vines inside her and suspended above any support, she could do nothing but accept what was to follow. She found the strength to defiantly giggle, and she quickly felt her Master's presence inside her head. Nothing was spoken between them. His presence, though, was assured by a unique relationship he had bestowed on her. The other Yorkun didn't understand. Melanie loved to fuck. Melanie loved to orgasm. She had endured the Whattomon and orgasmed with every extreme fuck.

A fourth orgasm and the vine in her throat erupted and filled her throat to overflowing. Her stomach bulged with fluid, and what didn't fit spewed from her mouth, her eyes bulging to tears as the other vines continued to fuck her. She was a limp rag.

With the withdrawal of the vine from her throat and her latest orgasm subsiding, she gasped, "Yeesssss ... yes, fuck me ... yes, please, fuck me ..." she uttered over and over.

She heard a soft chuckle in her head combined with murmurs of frustration.

She was lifted higher, and the vines fucked brutally into her pussy and ass. The ones in her pussy were thrusting in and out alternately. Suddenly, all three erupted, and she felt bloated with their fluid. She didn't orgasm with them. She did, however, muse to herself ... and to her Master? ... the Whattomon filled me more. Her Master had instructed her in how to hide her thoughts from everyone but her Master. She hoped that included the other Yorkun.

She was unceremoniously dropped into the water on the other side of the log. She scrambled up from the mucky bottom to her hands and knees, gasping. She struggled to her feet after several moments to gather herself. As she did, she noted her body covered with the flecks of rotted material. Her own giggle surprised her. At least, she mused, whatever followed wouldn't depend on the enticing appearance of her body. She did, however, vainly attempt to wash the stuff off to no avail.

She oriented herself to the brightly lit spot in the distance. "I am coming, Master," she said with confidence and determination.

She stepped carefully, testing the bottom with each step. She walked around several logs, unconsciously avoiding swinging her body over them. When she reached for a vine for support and quickly withdrew her hand, she laughed. "What? Every vine is going to fuck you?"

She traveled what seemed like a fair distance uneventfully, and she grew increasingly cautious. She knew it wasn't going to be that easy. A gauntlet by definition was not a single challenge. Melanie's anxiety increased with each step through the dirty water, her feet sinking into the muck with each step. Something was going to happen. What? When? Could it really be something as intense as the last one?

She carefully placed each foot into the muck, concerned about stepping on upturned sticks or sharp rocks. There was a disturbance in the water behind her, sending small ripples past her. She turned to examine the now quiet water surface, using her ears as well as her eyes for anything new to consider. She stepped backward in the direction of her waiting Master when her next step found no footing. She fell backwards into deeper water, submerging entirely. The water was so dirty and the air above so dark and foggy that for a moment of panic she became confused as to which way was up. She relaxed and allowed her body to tell her. She was always able to float well. The jokes, of course, were that her big breasts were like flotation devices.

She broke the surface of the water and gasped for new air, which was far from really fresh, but it was air. She did the breaststroke for an additional 10 yards or so, while testing for the bottom. She stopped to feel for the bottom when it happened. Once again, one foot felt snagged, but then the other one did, too. She was pulled underwater, gasping when her legs were pulled far apart and something, another thick vine probably, thrust into her pussy.

She gasped, but being underway, her mouth filled with the foul water. She struggled to reach the surface, only doing so for a moment and a quick breath before she was tugged under again. Her legs spread wide, another vine found her asshole. She kicked her legs and pulled with her arms, finally reaching the surface again, and another quick breath.

Back underwater, she began considering that, just maybe, the gauntlet wasn't only sexual, but also survival.

She struggled for the surface again, the vines in her pussy and ass thrusting hard and deep into her holes. It would be so arousing, she thought, if only she could breathe and didn't have to struggle. That thought barely completed, and she was turned upside down, and tugged out of the water with her head finally where she could gasp new breaths.

With air refilling her lungs, she crunched up to consider her situation. Vines were wrapped around the ankle and calf of each leg and splayed widely apart. She noted the vines moving in her pussy and asshole when she also saw two more vines spiraling down the other two already fucking her. She watched nervously. The second vine coming down the one in her pussy was relatively thin. The second one joining the one in her ass was just as thick. It pressed itself in alongside the one already in her ass, and began fucking back and forth in no particular rhythm with the original one.

"OHHHHHHH ... FUCCCCKKKKK!" Melanie cried out as her asshole was stretched wide and the two vines drove deep. Her Yorkun Master had shown her long ago that she was anally orgasmic, and these two vines were proving that again.

That wasn't her only stimulation, though. She saw more vines spiraling down to her. First, though, her attention was pulled to the smaller vine entering her pussy alongside the very thick one. It continued to wind around it, which provided additional thickness and ribbed shape. That sensation was amazing as the new vine would bump and rub against her g-spot with each pull and thrust of the thicker one. The thin one had apparently a separate intent, though, as she felt her cervix penetrated, and her womb filled with a driving ball of vine that bumped against the inside of her womb with each thrust of the thicker vine in her pussy.

"OH FUCK ... OH FUCK ... OH MY FUCKING ... YESSSSSSS!" she screamed. That must have come out vocally as she heard the screeching of bird-like creatures above her in the trees. "Yesss ... fuck me ... you damn vines! FUCK ME!"

The other vines were coming down her body from her feet, and around her legs. One latched onto her engorged clit and began sucking. Two others wrapped around her waist to latch onto her nipples. Another appeared at her mouth, which she opened. The vine entered and immediately moved into her throat and began fucking in and out.

She uttered guttural exclamations, but her full throat reduced her sounds to muffled. Her mind, though, continued.

"Fuck, yes ... fuck me ... FUCK ... ME ..."

"What is she?" "None have ever enjoyed the gauntlet so much." "This can't be." Her mind registered the surprised murmurs.

Melanie exploded in orgasm. Her mind or body wasn't able to focus on a particular stimulation for more than a moment as another would overtake that one. Her entire body shook widely from her suspended upside-down position. Her legs kicked against the vine restraint, her arms flung about by her body twisting, and her breasts shook and bounced against her chest. She had never been fucked into her womb before. Beyond that new sensation, every other arousal zone on her body was being stimulated at once.

As her orgasm ebbed just enough, she responded to the voices in her head. "I am a fucking sex slave for my Master! I am his. I will fuck anything for my Master. So ... FUCK ME!"

In a fury of response, every vine attacked her body. The orgasm she had only begun to recover from crested once again. The vines fucking into her holes were thrusting with a frenzy. She orgasmed and orgasmed on top of others. Her body hung limply, shaking and convulsing with orgasm after orgasm that didn't only not stop, but magnified each other as her body bounced and swayed, suspended and orgasming.

The fucking from the vines, her sensitive nipple and clitoris nubs sucked, and her womb filled and fucked continued. It all seemed endless. The fucking and sucking and orgasms. One on top of the other. Orgasms from her pussy, her ass, her womb, and her nipples and clit. On and on, Melanie convulsed in orgasm on top of orgasm. A lifetime of arousal it might seem, but her body and mind were well past consideration of time or experience. She hung limply and shook.

Suddenly, impossibly, she would think if she had been able to think, every vine inside her climaxed at once: her throat, ass, pussy, and womb spasmed with new sensations. Her body filled with the spent fluid of the fucking vines. Even upside-down, the fluid spilled out of her holes and streamed down her body.

Just as suddenly, still shaking and her mind numb from the intense and prolonged orgasms, all the vines released her, and she plunged back into the brackish water. Only her innate survival instinct, that flight-or-fight part of the ancient brain, had her kicking and clawing for the surface and air. Gasping at the surface, her weakened limbs somehow responding to the need, she splashed in wild, desperate effort to keep her head above the surface.

Her wild kicking and splashing moved her somehow, and moved her in the right direction. Her foot kicked something hard beneath her. Tentatively, she lowered her feet to test for support. She found her feet were on a solid rock large enough to rest on. The rock was about a foot below the surface, which allowed her to kneel, keeping herself above the surface and allowing her body to recover.

She was gasping and panting for breath as she waited for her limbs to stop quaking and twitching. She moved a hand forward, then further ahead. The rock she was on was narrow but lengthy. She looked ahead along the direction of the rock shelf and found the bright area in the same direction. Her anxious intent to join her Master overtook her concern of weakness, and she crawled forward, her hands cautiously feeling for the stone shelf ahead. Soon, she was scrambling faster, and eventually rising with effort to her feet.

She could clearly see her Master's Yorkun form in the singular bright area ahead. She began taking bolder steps forward when the stone section she stepped on sank under her foot about six inches. She froze in place, water still dripping from her hair and body. For a moment, nothing seemed to change, and about the time she decided it was just a loose stone, a deep rumbling sound rose through the water, and the water itself began churning.

She took a couple of steps back, nearly stepping off the side of the stone shelf, as she watched the disturbance in the water reveal a stone form rising from the water directly between her and her Master. She first recognized the shape of a head chiseled in stone, looking very much like granite. Next was the neck and shoulders as it steadily rose from the water.

It continued to rise, the chest and waist revealed with water cascading from its form. Then came the hips into view. As it rose further, she could see it was kneeling, its legs parted, completely blocking a direct route to her Master. Then, she saw it between the statue's legs. The statue, even on its knees, was ten feet high. Its shoulders were five feet wide. The cock, though, was twenty-four inches long and six inches thick. For a moment, she stood puzzled by the appearance of the statue. It was a carefully crafted stone statue. She was sure of that. Only ... the head shifted to face directly at her. The cock, which had been at a 45-degree downward angle, twitched up ever so slightly.

Melanie considered if she could go around the statue, but it had risen in a choke point of dead bramble and downed trees. She couldn't see how far she might have to wander through the swamp to go around. She turned her attention back to the statue. Everything about the gauntlet so far had indeed been sexual. Why wouldn't this be, also?

She gathered herself with new resolve. This could be the last challenge; then she could be back with her Master, and she would have succeeded for him. She walked carefully, but with determination, to the statue. The stone shelf she walked on led directly to it, directly between its parted knees where it knelt.

She inched her way for the final approach. She could have sworn she'd seen the head tilt and the cock twitch. But what was she even thinking? This was a stone statue, what appeared to be solid granite. What could be sexual here?

The statue was twice her height, and it was kneeling. Its hips, and therefore its carved cock, were at her hip level. She inched between its spread knees to an arm's length of its cock. Nothing else made sense, but this didn't make sense, either. It was rock. Oddly, the cock was shaped like she knew human cocks were shaped. That seemed odd only because nothing since her time with the Yorkun had begun had represented anything truly Earthly human. In fact, it was like a circumcised cock. She tentatively touched it, stroked the head, and further down the shaft. Her eyes caught on the carved representation of its ball sack underneath. It really did have more representation of human than anything she had seen since being with the Yorkun. It felt like stone. Of course, it was stone.

She sighed in relief. Maybe she was just supposed to climb over it. Perhaps there were holds she could use to climb around it.

She pushed herself between the cock and thigh to inspect the waist area more closely for foot and hand holds. That, naturally, was when the statue moved. It didn't move much, but the head turned down and the cock not only twitched, but it lengthened and rose slightly as her hand slid along its surface. At first, she stood frozen, her hand still on the stone cock as she looked up slowly at the hard face gazing down at her.

She slowly backed up a step, her hand sliding over the cock, which responded more to the touch. Nothing else moved but the head and the cock. Could she be unconscious from the last challenge and dreaming? No, her achy body told her she was very much awake. She stopped at the head of the cock. Was this really what was expected? A twenty-four-inch by six-inch cock? She was only 5' 2". Even with the help of the Poonjo, could she do this? But, if this was real, maybe she could just make it cum. She shook her head. "You're going to make a stone cock cum?" she uttered to herself. "Rather full of yourself, aren't you?"

She stood there considering any other alternative as her hand idly moved over the stone cock head. It wasn't exactly that she was trying, but ... well, since the Yorkun had transformed her, she couldn't resist a cock, and apparently that included a stone statue.

Her mind cycled through options quickly. But the cock was responding to her touch. It had expanded inches, and she hadn't been trying. She stepped in front of the cock and put both hands under the head. She tried lifting it, and nothing happened. But then it did. It was heavy, and she had to flex her knees to use her legs and back, but it did move. She pressed it up with her entire body, pressing it until it was at her mouth. It was too thick, surely. She began kissing and licking. Her hands supporting it felt movement, even if it still felt every bit like stone.

She had taken the massive Whattomon cocks in her pussy and ass. Could the work of the Poonjo have done the same for her mouth and jaw? Was it even possible?

She began devoting her effort to the stone cock she held. There was movement, change, as she kissed and licked and sucked at the end. The cock grew impossibly. It grew several inches longer but not much thicker. She stared at the head of the cock, and breathed in deeply to steady herself. Make it cum, she thought. That might be the trick. Who would expect a stone cock to climax except a sex slave with undying devotion to her alien Master who had already exposed her to unimaginable sexual experiences.

She opened her mouth and pressed, then pressed harder. She tried not to think, but to do. Her rational, thinking brain would get in the way. "Just do," she uttered to herself. She pushed all thought back from her consciousness, and, instead, instilled a simple thought of pleasing a cock like so many before. She was a sex slave; her Master had transformed her into one, and she was devoted to that simple purpose.

She slid her lips over the end of the cock, and her jaw impossibly opened. No thought. Just do. The head of it passed into her mouth, her jaw opened wide as it slid into her mouth. She pressed further as her tongue licked the underside. It moved to her throat, and she felt it too expand. She pulled back and pressed again. She breathed and remembered the secondary passage the Poonjo had provided. Yes, they had anticipated impossible sizes in any of her holes. It was what her Master had wanted.

She took the cock deeper and felt the cock pulse. Her hands slid up and down on either side of the cock as she used her mouth and throat to fuck the stone that somehow felt alive.

She felt it pulse more in her throat, and she believed it would work. She was startled when her body was grasped by huge and powerful hands and pulled off the cock. The statue's hands held her and lifted her in front of it, its head rising as if considering her. She looked down at the stone cock that was now standing straight up at her, fully and completely hard with slight twitches.

She looked from the cock below her to the head of the statue. She could see no expression change on the stone head, but she was shifted to being held by a single hand, while the other hand pulled her right ankle wide. The statue lowered her until her pussy was resting on the giant cock. It rubbed her back and forth, side to side over the top of the cock.

"OH ... fuck ... not there, too," she gasped. But she had already taken the cock somehow into her mouth and throat. How could her pussy be worse? She reached down between her thighs, and spread her own pussy as the statue pressed her down. "Oh ... fuck ... okay ... fuck me ..." she gasped as she felt her pussy opening. Believe in the Poonjo, she quietly reminded herself. This is why Master took you there. You thought it was the Whattomon, but this was it. He had prepared you, so fuck this thing, she admonished herself silently, and only to herself.

It felt to her like her entire body was opening to the giant cock as she felt her pussy spread wider and wider as she wiggled and shifted on top of it. The cock entered her pussy, and the head of the statue moved again to look down at her body taking the cock, then rising to look at her. She stopped wiggling. With the cock inside her, she had no leverage. Her legs hung at the sides, her feet not touching anything. She was impaled about a foot on the cock in suspension. The statue released her, too, apparently also recognizing the situation.

Melanie's pussy was drooling fluid: her own increased arousal; some pre-cum she felt from the cock head; and the remnants of the volumes of cum from the vines before. She sat on the cock and felt herself slowly settle further down the stone cock. Her mind couldn't let go of the contradiction: a stone cock, but it felt alive with twitches and pulses, and it certainly became erect.

When she had considered the cock while sagging, it had seemed two feet long. She hadn't considered it further after becoming erect, but she was only a little over five feet including her legs. How much of the cock inside her was even possible without serious damage? Not that she was in a position of control.

Her situation was definitely out of her control as the statue grasped her tiny body in its hands and lifted her before thrusting her back down.

"OH FUCK!" she cried out in her mind and vocally. "Oh ... fuck ... you're ... going to ... kill me ..." she gasped with each rise up the cock and thrust back down.

Her pussy was stretched so tightly around the stone that her g-spot was rubbed each way up and down. Despite herself, her abused body was responding. It was in her, fucking her. The fear that crowded her arousal and stimulation was what was happening to her insides. Each thrust down jammed the head of the stone cock against her insides with each deep penetration. The Poonjo added elasticity to her holes, but what about her insides? What about her other organs inside?

Despite her mind struggling with the fears she considered real, her body gave in to the cock inside, pressing and rubbing her g-spot, tightly compacted against her pussy walls, bumping past her cervix, and driving deep. Her arms and legs limply hanging and flopping as the statue used her body as a masturbation tool. Her head lolled back and forth, her eyes rolled back into her head, her body shaking and twitching.

"OOOOOOOO ... FFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!" she screamed. It seemed her entire body convulsed as she exploded in orgasm. Her pussy spasmed, tightening even more around the stone driving into her. Her head and wet hair joined her arms and legs flopping as the statue thrust her ever harder over its cock.

A stone statue ... impossible, her battered mind argued ... but it did. The cock swelled and pulsed and twitched as it held her down as far as it could press her abused pussy and body over its cock. She felt the cum rising through the cock and her eyes shot open wide. There was no room!. But it did; it exploded in climax with gallons of cum shooting into her like a fire hose and squirting out from her pussy around the tightly embedded cock. The statue let go of her body, its arms rising. Without thought, she grasped for some support, her hands finding the fingers of a rising hand, and she held on tightly.

Her mind barely registered that she was being lifted, the cock still spewing its cum. She somehow held on tightly, her hands locked around fingers of one of its hands when another realization came to her. The climax seemed to finish the statue. Stimulation had awakened it; climax had returned it to mere stone.

"NO!" screamed many voices in her head. "She was supposed to be impaled forever!"

"So," she uttered to anyone, "this was not only sexual but survival. Your egos underestimated a mere human. Even more," she added with conviction and clarity, "you underestimated true devotion to one's Master."

Only by the strength acquired through her transformation through her Yorkun was she able to accomplish a pull-up suspended on the statue's finger. She swung her leg over the forearm, and allowed herself a moment of rest before devising a plan. The plan was actually simple, as it turned out. She shimmied backwards along the arm to the shoulder and allowed herself to slide down the back of the now rigid stone.

She landed on her butt with a splash, and she sank into the muck, but it was only a couple of feet of water. She sat gasping and panting. She struggled to a knee and tentatively felt between her thighs.

"Remind me to thank the Poonjo, Master," she gasped and panted as she felt her pussy already closing around her fingers. She turned to face the brightly lit area where her Master 'stood' as a tall tower of black, shiny mass that undulated, pulsed, and sparked with small charges over its surface. "I am coming, Master. You won."

"NOOOOOOOO!" came the joined cries in her head.

As she stumbled onto the spongy, mossy ground where her Yorkun waited, "Complain all you want," she uttered defiantly, "my Master wins!"

She saw her Master spread out in front of her, and she stumbled into it, its form surrounding her and absorbing her inside. Instantly, she felt its soothing form encasing her entire body, the small caresses, the sudden medication it provided. She opened her legs and mouth in anticipation as it sent probes into her pussy, asshole, and throat with tiny sparks and soothing action.

She was home. She realized, 'home' wasn't a place any longer. 'Home' was her Master.

"Impossible," came the voices just as she began slipping peacefully from consciousness in the soothing being of her Master.

"Yet, she succeeded," she heard her Master, "as I knew she would."

"How? Her life form is so small and fragile. How?"

"You heard her, by devotion and will," and she swelled in pride at hearing her Master's appraisal of her effort.

"Why? No slave tries so hard. No slave risks death like that," the voices added over each other.

Her Master laughed heartily, "She is no mere slave." If there was more, she was gone, peaceful and secure in her Master's form as it rejuvenated her body.