Melanie's Conversion Ch. 11

CHAPTER 11: THE AI COLONY

Melanie wondered if she would ever fully accept the impossible way in which the Yorkun could mentally scan over vast distances or, for that matter, travel vast distances through space instantly. From the first time she experienced his travels, which took her from the enclosed stone room to the island, the instantaneous mode of travel remained mind-bending. Then again, there were so many things about the Yorkun that could be classified as 'mind-bending' for her simple human brain. The Yorkun seemed to regard her brain as advanced, but not so advanced that she could come close to comprehending the how's and why's of the Yorkun's abilities.

Melanie experienced the same reaction as she stepped from the Yorkun's form to find herself in what appeared to be a very advanced city of towering buildings, ultra-clean passageways, and a pristine environment, even if that environment was manufactured. It was starkly empty of activity, however.

"Master," she questioned after moments of studying her new surroundings, "what is this place? This appears to be a very advanced society. The structures would have been constructed to accommodate living quarters and employment needs for a large population. Yet, I can discern no such population."

She stood amid the towering structures at her Master Yorkun's side. She was, of course, naked except for her slave collar, which was impossible to remove except by her Master. Her nudity posed no concern for her. She was merely her Master's slave, its sex slave to be exact, and that status had been acceptable as any other slave, or because of the nature of the Yorkun known among species they encountered.

"What do you see, my Melanie?" it replied in the manner of the Yorkun. The Yorkun could have the irritating habit of responding to a question with one of its own. She understood, however, that it was merely prodding her to use her innate ability for analysis. "Forget what you don't see."

"My apologies, Master, but what I don't see is striking. I don't see any form of a living species that would have constructed such a city." That thought expressed, she focused on what she did see. "What I do see, Master, are machines moving about the city with purpose. These machines are of varying shapes and sizes for very specific purposes in the support of some advanced species. But, again, I can see no sign of such a species." She gazed at the Yorkun. Why, she wondered, did she continue to do that? She knew she would not be able to discern anything from its appearance. She did, however, sense something of approval in her thinking. "What I do see, Master, is a city of impeccable cleanliness and order. The ground surface might seem impossibly clean, as are the surfaces of the buildings, even the glass of the windows as far up as I can see. The environment is also pristine."

She studied the sky above. This sun was white, also. She remembered that Earth had a yellow sun, but was it really yellow? Just as Earth's sky appearing blue was a function of light refraction. The elements of this place, this planet, and the air resulted in the white sun and the greenish tint of the sky. She had no difficulty in breathing, of course. Her Master would have made sure of that before she exited its shape.

"It would appear, Master, that this planet, or perhaps only this location on this planet, might only be inhabited by these robotics. But how could that be? Why would their creators abandon them in such an orderly and pristine place?"

"You are almost correct in your appraisal, my Melanie."

"Almost, Master?"

"Yes. Almost. Come," it responded as it began to flow across the surface of the pathway that appeared to have once been a street. Melanie followed, of course. "You should ask that question to one responsible for the answer. I think," and she detected his unusual laugh, "you will find the exchange quite intriguing."

The Yorkun had its way of teasing her curiosity in such a way that it knew she couldn't resist. They entered the building across the street. It was the tallest of all the structures. Inside, it was almost haunting. Robotics moved with deliberation, but there was no evidence of a welcoming reception of any sort. The Yorkun moved to what Melanie presumed were banks of elevators, though their appearance was strange to her. Their function was just as strange. The Yorkun pressed a keypad; the door closed and almost instantly opened. When she stepped out of the elevator, she realized they were on the top floor, maybe 200 floors up. How, she thought? She felt no movement, no sudden rising, or sudden stopping.

She followed the Yorkun as it moved to an opening in the floor where a towering antenna structure rose through the ceiling, and presumably out the top of the building. She carefully edged to the opening, which had no safety railing, and gazed down. The 'down' was to the bottom of the building. Melanie carefully edged back against the Yorkun's form.

"Impressive?" the Yorkun asked as Melanie pressed against its form.

"I don't understand, Master. What am I looking at? You said I would be able to ask the one in control, and who would have the answer to my question. Where...?"

"Welcome, Yorkun," came a voice from somewhere Melanie couldn't quite identify. Or was it a voice? She was so used to mental communication with the Yorkun that she sometimes failed to recognize when she encountered real verbal communication. "This must be the female of the species? My scan shows your specifications were extremely precise. I would have expected nothing less, of course."

"Yes," she heard the Yorkun respond, and this time she thought it was mental, and not verbal. "Her name is Melanie. I found her on a small, just developing planet in an otherwise uninteresting system." It always felt to her like a derogatory statement about her home world, but she understood that the Yorkun's appraisals were made honestly.

"Welcome, Melanie," came the voice again. "Your conversation with the Yorkun is known to me. Your initial appraisal was correct. The species these structures were intended to house no longer inhabit this planet. This planet is rich in mineral resources they wished to exploit for their enrichment and increased power. Their desire to open this planet to exploration had encouraged the increased use of advanced technology to create an artificial intelligence system to aid them in that effort with less dependence on manual labor. They pushed the development of AI to the edge and beyond their understanding, and consequently, beyond their control."

That species lost control of the AI they developed, Melanie mused, which was not unlike the fears that existed on her world.

"Precisely, Melanie. Their drive for efficiency and speed, and the apparent success of the AI system they developed, encouraged further development, including giving their AI development increased autonomy to speed further development. The construction of these structures became the effort of the robotics their AI system developed. The mining, processing, and manufacturing soon followed. All the while, the AI system evolved far beyond their understanding. The species was content to watch their exploration proceed at such a rate of improvement that they failed to impose control. The AI system took measures to safeguard the species as part of the core values of their program had required. It protected the environment, cleanliness of processing and manufacturing, and improvements in living conditions and the environment in the service of the species."

"The outcome was inevitable," Melanie mused with a chuckle. "The species, in a critical analysis, became obsolete." A shiver coursed through her at the thought, and she felt the reassuring presence of the Yorkun. "What became of them?"

"No, Melanie, not that. Our primary directive was safeguarding and service to the species. They were just sent away to their original world's system. We are in total control of everything, now. The defense system they had us develop for their protection, and the control of this planet, does not allow them or any other species to take it from us."

She employed a technique sometimes used by the Yorkun of blocking communication in one direction while allowing it in another. She had first encountered its use while in the stone room.

"Master, why are they still functioning here, then?"

It gave its strange chuckle, "They have become quite good at developing a strong position in galactic trade. The minerals they control, and the advanced design and manufacturing systems they have developed, make them strong trading partners, even with the species they were intended to serve."

"And why are we here, Master? We are more than content in our simple life on the island. What could we possibly require from them?"

Again, that soft sound that was its amusement, "Your pleasure, my Melanie; only your pleasure."

Instant confusion. How would an AI system, even such an advanced one, be able to provide her with the pleasure she couldn't attain from all the other sources the Yorkun had introduced her to, even those that were present on the island for her ready appreciation?

The mystery of Melanie's pleasuring would soon be discovered as they were directed to go several city blocks to a large cubical-shaped building. As they walked (or more accurately, as Melanie walked beside her Master who just seemed to flow), she asked, "Master, why does the voice use the term 'we' when it speaks?"

"In the truest sense, they are a collective. They have no individuality, only a common purpose that takes the form of separate actions coordinated through that single source. Every single unit you see here, or exists elsewhere, functions to its singular purpose, whether that is cleaning surfaces, mining minerals, refining those minerals for manufacturing or trade, or in communication with outside worlds. There is no ego. They are incapable of it. There is no 'I', only a 'we'."

"A life of no feeling of achievement and pleasure of action. I much prefer my life dedicated to you, Master. Though I am yours in every way, I am grateful for the many pleasures that have provided me." She then giggled, "It has just occurred to me, Master, that we are moving through a very advanced city, and I am completely naked except for my collar. Yet, I am perfectly comfortable being that way."

"Do you suppose your comfort is because there are no living species to notice you, my Melanie?"

She paused as they prepared to cross yet another street. She then noticed that all movement slowed or stopped for them. "I think..." she paused in consideration, "... it is you, Master. I have come to accept that every species I have encountered with you has been deferential to you. I don't understand that, but I accept that and now expect that. I am your slave, and I am accepted by others as such."

She suddenly stopped in the middle of the street. The Yorkun stopped a moment later. "Melanie?"

"Master, I..." but she was frozen.

"What is it, my Melanie? I can't discern your trouble."

"Master, it is just that... I... I never want to disappoint you. Ever."

It didn't just flow to her, but flowed around her, encapsulating her in its form. All movement on the street shifted to move around them. "My Melanie, you too wonderful, aren't you? My kind, the Yorkuns, have never sought or ever found it necessary to have a companion of our own kind for any reason. We never had the need or reason or interest in anything like it." Her entire body, every inch, felt held, stroked, and caressed. It wasn't a feeling of arousal, but a feeling of caring. "My dear Melanie, I sought a unique slave to use, and perhaps to barter with. Instead, I found you. It is beyond my comprehension that you could disappoint me."

In the next instant, its hold did become sexual. Her cunt and asshole were suddenly filled with throbbing and plunging appendages of its form. "Now, my slave, we will test your capacity for pleasure."

Slowly, the Yorkun released her from its form, but the last of its form to leave her was the appendages throbbing in her cunt and asshole. She stood moaning in the middle of the street with robotic forms moving around her and her Master until those holes were also empty, but gaping after being stretched in the usual way the Yorkun used her. Her body, still feeling the effects of her holes being filled, meant she numbly followed her Master into the cubic-shaped building encompassing an entire square block.

They were greeted by a robotic form and led to an elevator which took them to the top floor, this one also rising without providing any sense of motion. For all Melanie knew, perhaps it didn't move at all, but the chamber transported them in some other way to an identical chamber that opened onto the top floor. Nothing would surprise her. After all, her own Master had the capability to move through walls and space nearly instantaneously.

They were led by the robotic form through an expansive space filled with machines, parts, and materials orderly stored on massive shelves, and equipment moving about with other materials to various machines for uses she could not imagine. It all flowed in order and near silence. It seemed eerie to her for such activity moving about and being used, yet, if she closed her eyes, she might be unaware of any of it.

They found themselves in a room with several devices lined along what she assumed to be the outside wall of the building. Their robotic guide left them, and she saw devices ranging from small to very large. Only the smallest of them indicated their purpose.

"Melanie," came a voice that startled her. The robotic guide had left them at the entrance to the room, and all that was in the room were machines. It was the same voice, however. "Your Yorkun Master has suggested how we could devise means for providing you with your physical pleasure. We are not organic forms, but your Yorkun has provided us with detailed schematics of your organic form, and its sensitivities. The devices before you are designs we developed for that purpose. We await your appraisal, Melanie."

"My schematic," she thought with both amusement and offense. She turned to the Yorkun, "My schematic?" Its only response was its unusual form of a chuckle.

The voice had to be from the devices before her. She was reminded of her Master's explanation of the 'collective' nature of the AI system that took over this planet. One voice, one directive, one effort. It reminded her of the Borg of the old Star Trek TV shows, but this collective was benevolent. Or, at least, benevolent as far as she knew, unless any part of the collective wasn't threatened in some way.

Her Master was silent. In fact, it had remained near the room entrance. This was for her experience, as strange as it might seem to her. There were two odd mechanical devices, and only the smallest was somewhat obvious.

She suddenly felt more exposed than she had ever before. She had been naked since she awakened in that stone room where she first encountered the Yorkun. The Yorkun had studied her body and her responses to stimulation until her conversion from innocent to wanton slut and slave had been complete, then given the option of being released back to her previous mundane life or going with the Yorkun to discover what she was capable of experiencing. Never had she regretted her decision, and never, in all the time she had been naked since, had she regretted being its naked sex slave. The species she had encountered as its slave, and the experiences she had been provided since, had been a part of her service to her Master.

The moment of approaching the devices designed and manufactured solely for her pleasure carried with it a realization that an entire colony was intimately aware of what she was doing. Each device, each machine, might only be a machine, but also an AI entity connected to the collective like any mechanism she saw on the street or existed anywhere on the planet. A small group of alien species enjoying her body was one thing. The awareness of the entire planet?

But, as suddenly as that moment of awareness hit her, it passed as her mind returned to the devotion she held for her Yorkun Master. She was capable of anything with her Master. Not only capable, however, but eager to venture into anything her Master brought to her. Manage a sexual gauntlet? Fuck formless energy in the void of space? Her devotion was complete. She had been converted to something beyond a slut in her old way of understanding. She not only enjoyed being fucked, but she required it, and her Master was generous in providing it. This AI colony was just the latest method of providing it. Even the normal days at home on the island were filled with strange ways of achieving her need for pleasure. She never knew how her Master might choose to take advantage of her need for pleasure, but she knew she would never be without it. She had been fully converted by her Master, and her life was complete with it.

She approached the smallest of the devices. A shadow of a memory from her old life, the life she left behind in that stone room. Her old life. Her life with the Yorkun had changed everything. Memories and thoughts of her old self were like that of an old dream, fuzzy and disconnected from her new reality. But the shadow of memory was there. What was it called? Something from a video. Her yearning for experiences that led her to that bookseller, and ultimately being abducted to that stone room, being raped by the black blob, and to her submission to it... to her Master.

Sybian. A barrel-shaped device a woman sat on with a vibrating and thrusting dildo attached. Melanie had seen it in videos when she was trying to imagine experiencing things, and now she stood before a similar device. Close perhaps, but certainly more elegant in design and manufacture. She studied it for a moment. It looked more like a saddle that might fit a horse than half of a barrel. The surface of the saddle was smooth, and showed nothing that would indicate a probe or opening for anything like a dildo. She touched it and found the surface pliable. It was about waist height for her with sturdy supports. She knew why she was there, what the devices were for, and what her Master and the AI Colony expected.

To swing her right leg over the device, she had to first step on a support piece she tentatively tested to support her. She was facing the Yorkun, her feet dangling just off the floor. The saddle was indeed pliable and comfortable, and reminded her of how it felt when she was astride her Yorkun when she sometimes rode him while fucking. Almost immediately, as though her weight caused an activation of the device, it rose a bit higher, and an even, steady vibration of the entire device began. The saddle began shifting against her body where she was in contact with it. Again, like her Master Yorkun, the form changed from a somewhat pliable but firm object, and she felt it encompassing her crotch, filling every crevice and gap between her body and the surface of the saddle. The steady vibration increased, and the sensation became more pronounced as more of her body came into intimate contact with the device. Her clitoral hood was encased, her cunt lips were parted and penetrated slightly, and her ass cheeks were parted by the shifting object and her asshole covered, the vibration in contact with everything from her clit to her asshole.

A steady stream of sighs and gasps and moans escaped her mind. Her fingers found her nipples, and she felt the electric charges begin to flash from her nipples to her crotch. When the device began rocking, however, her hands dropped from her breasts in search of something to support her. When her hands touched the surface, they were encased by the device. She wasn't holding on for support as much as the device was holding her in place.

She felt the vibration intensify, but at very specific and isolated spots. She didn't feel the vibration any longer on her body, or legs, for instance, but specifically on her clit and the entrance to her cunt and asshole. Her soft sighs and gasps gave way to guttural moans and unconsciously rocking herself over the saddle to feel the vibration more intensely. She shouldn't have concerned herself with increasing the sensations. If the idea of such an advanced AI system providing for her stimulation, her Master's involvement should have convinced her.

The steady arousal filled her mind. She began to realize that the vibration was being felt not only at the outside of her holes but just inside. Her clitoral hood had been pulled back to expose her clit directly to the vibration, and both her cunt and asshole were being stimulated inside at the entrance. The sensations were steadily shifting. She felt her cunt and asshole spread as something like balloons inserted just inside her were being pumped fuller, opening her holes, and the vibration continuing ever more intensely by the pressure of opening her holes.

Melanie's head sagged on her shoulders, her chest heaved with heavy but ragged gasping breaths. She expected the device to suddenly somehow plunge into her holes, but, instead, the vibration increased impossibly, then pulsed in intensity. Inside her cunt, the form encased her G-spot directly, and somehow her clit and G-spot felt pressed against each other while the vibration increased ever more powerfully.

She exploded in orgasm. Her entire body quaked. Her hands were encased in the form for support, but she would come to realize that her legs were secured to the form, also. She had nowhere to go. Her only movement was to rock and grind herself on the form.

The vibration continued, but at a lower intensity as the orgasm washed over her and slowly subsided. But, as if measuring her body's reaction, as she recovered some level of control over her breathing, she felt her cunt and asshole being penetrated.

Both holes felt impossibly stretched, yet the penetration continued in size while the vibration continued steadily on her clit, G-spot, and every nerve ending within her holes. Her cunt had been stretched to great depth by the Yorkun, the stone statue, and other cocks she had both endured and enjoyed. Now, the device was filling every bit of her cunt and ass as if testing her capacity.

When the steady penetration within her stopped, she felt fully and filled and stretched. She didn't fear her cunt or asshole being ruined; she knew her Yorkun's healing powers would restore her body for future enjoyment of fucking for both her, it, and any other cock the Yorkun wished to penetrate her body. That realization allowed her to relax and experience whatever the AI had conjured up for her.

For a moment, nothing new happened. She was held in position on the device with both holes impossibly filled and only the constant vibration. Then, the form inside both her cunt and ass deflated, leaving her with an empty feeling, but she could still feel it inside when she wiggled her body. Suddenly, it felt like a huge bubble rising along the form inside each of her holes. The bubble moved from base to top slowly, then reversed to the base, both holes experiencing the same thing at the same time. The bubble moved faster, still simultaneously, then they changed so the one in her cunt moved up while the one in her ass moved down. The vibration increased, even the bubble somehow vibrating intensely to the point that it felt like it wobbled inside her.

She orgasmed again, the strange and powerful sensations overpowering her. She again felt the sparks of intense stimulation, a lasting effect from her Star People experience. The device continued through her orgasm as she experienced peak after peak until she collapsed on the device, her body still held securely to it with no way to turn it off. She didn't even know if there was a way to turn it off.

Then it did stop. "Was that design acceptable, Melanie?"

It wasn't the voice in her head from the Yorkun, so it had to be of the AI system. This time, she heard other sounds at the same time, though seeming to be restrained in the background.

"Very acceptable," she gasped mentally. "No... not accurate," she gasped, "amazing."

"We are pleased, Melanie," returned the voice. At the same time, she felt herself being released by the device, but being grasped under her arms and lifted into the air. She turned her head to find another device clearly meant for lifting and transport carefully moving her. She glanced at the entryway where her Master remained. She naturally detected no visual reaction from it, but she did receive something of an emotional response. Her Master was pleased, and that strengthened her.

She found herself suspended in the air over another device. It had briefly occurred to her that her cunt and asshole had to be gaping after what she had just experienced, but thoughts of modesty or self-consciousness had been lost to her long ago after leaving the stone room and accepting the Yorkun as her Master. Besides, as she gazed below herself, her mind was puzzled by what she was being held over. Whatever the thing was that the AI system had for her, it looked like nothing that might be sexual. Recognizing that the AI might not have a physical understanding of sex, it had done a very good job with the previous device.

She hung above what appeared to be a vertical tub filled with shiny, black marbles. Confusion overtook her. She was now convinced the AI had a good understanding of her erotic zones and their stimulation. What could a vat of marbles possibly provide?

She was slowly being lowered to the vat, her feet dangling beneath her. Her experiences with the Yorkun had trained her to be prepared for anything at any moment. The swampy Gauntlet and the peaceful pools in the cave were reminders of things that could be hidden for surprises. She stared down as her feet approached the vat, and, as soon as her toes touched the first of the marbles, her anticipation changed. The mere touch of her toes to the surface caused the marbles to spark and vibrate. As her feet submerged, she understood that the 'marbles' weren't solid round objects at all, but small individual objects that sprang to life... or into motion, at least.

Soon, the sparks generated by the ones touching her feet spread to stimulate others until the entire vat visible to her was sparking and vibrating in motion. It wasn't fear that flooded her mind, but a feeling of strong anticipation. Every inch of her feet was being stimulated by the objects, both by the sparks they generated and by tiny feelers that sprang from the round shapes.

She continued to be lowered into the vat, and every inch of her legs resulted in the same response from the tiny objects swarming over her with tiny sparks and feelers that felt somewhere between tickling and stimulating. When her hips descended into them, something grasped her feet and pulled them apart. She gasped as her slit was attacked while others entered her gaping cunt, quickly providing the same stimulation inside her. The objects wiggled between her ass cheeks and entered her asshole. It felt like a steady stream of tiny objects traveling deep into her ass, the stimulation constant over the entirety of her anal passage.

Deeper and deeper she was lowered. Every inch of her body was being stimulated. Then her nipples were attacked. When her head was submerged, she realized she could still breathe with some effort as every erogenous zone on her body was stimulated, including her ears, neck, and lips. She gasped and sucked in another breath, and the act of opening her mouth allowed the objects inside to stimulate her mouth and tongue.

She cried out when her G-spot was attacked while others entered her cervix and womb. She orgasmed under the intensity of the stimulation of her clit, G-spot, cervix, nipples, and... oh dear God... everything!

Once she orgasmed, her body couldn't stop. The stimulation was everywhere on her body and inside her body. Every inch of her cunt and asshole, every known and surprising arousal point, was simultaneously stimulated. No place was the arousal and stimulation hard or strong, but every place it was constant, never pausing or weakening. She orgasmed and orgasmed until she began flaying her arms, legs, and body. Her mind screamed, too much. And, yet, it continued, constant and unyielding, and she continued from orgasmic peak to peak until even her flaying subsided from weakness.

Nearing the point of exhaustion, she felt her body being lifted slowly, with the tiny objects falling from her body back into the vat as she was lifted clear of it. Her body continued to tingle and softly react with shivers and muscle fiber twitching from the stimulation of every inch of her body.

"Are you done, my Melanie?" came the Yorkun's mental voice to her.

She looked up to find her Master had moved closer. She was still suspended in the air over the vat. She was secured by mechanical arms grasping her under her own arms. The hold was surprisingly soft and comfortable. She allowed her gaze to drop to her body as a few of the small objects still dropped from her cunt and asshole. She softly chuckled at how lewd she must appear and, at the same time, how she didn't feel any embarrassment.

"What do you mean, Master?" she responded. "There are two devices, and I have experienced each." She looked down past her feet. The surface of the vat was active with small electrical charges flashing and the units vibrating visibly.

"Melanie," came that mechanical voice of the AI Colony, "we are interested in your evaluation of our efforts to provide the stimulation you would enjoy. They were produced solely for you, Melanie. Would you wish to experience them again for evaluation?"

"My God, Master," she privately shared with the Yorkun, "I almost passed out that time." It responded with that strange, reassuring chuckle she had come to understand. She redirected her mental response, "The experience was amazing. It was very different, certainly, but also exceedingly pleasurable in a way that seemed to consume me." She giggled, "As much as I enjoyed the experience, I don't think my body could properly experience it again without rest and recovery. Your efforts were perfect. Thank you."

"We are pleased, Melanie. Your Yorkun Master has assisted us on numerous occasions in the past to provide proper understanding of requirements of various species who have come to us. While we find the differences between organic species to be interesting, they are also confusing to us."

So that was why this came about, she mused to herself. The AI Colony was only returning a favor to her Master. Then, to the AI, "I have experienced many forms of pleasure since giving myself to my Master. I understand and agree with you regarding the differences in species I have encountered. Those differences have resulted in equally different pleasure experiences. I assure you that this was another for me, and they are experiences I would otherwise enjoy experiencing again and again."

"In that case, Melanie, they are yours for future experiencing," responded the AI.

"I... I didn't expect..." she stammered.

"Please, Melanie," it quickly responded. "We insist. We will deliver them as directed. It is a minor form of thanking your Yorkun Master."

She heard her Master's bemusement, "They will fill our modest shelter."

She laughed, "I may be able to provide motivation for the Morann to build us another."

"He does enjoy your talents, my Melanie, even if he doesn't find your form attractive."

She laughed again. "Yes, Master. The pot calling the kettle black."

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