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My stories are copyrighted, so NO takee! Besides, it would be a waste of time, they're too weird. This story is a follow up to one I did a long time ago. The basic premise is that aliens have finally made 'contact', but aren't very friendly. Basically they're visiting Earth on slave raids; and you got it, we're the 'poor dumb natives'. These stories are based on possible 'uses' for said slaves.

Alien Livestock, Chapter 2

Domestic Service

By William W. Kelso

Alien contact with Earth has been going on for a lot longer than most people realized, if they even thought about it at all. The 'Ancient Astronauts' theorists were right. But we had it lucky, at least for the most part. Turns out Earth in on the fringe between several 'Galactic Empires', or at least what pass for empires in alien terms, in a kind of 'no mans (or aliens) land'. They're really more along the lines of loose knit trading consortiums, mutual benefit type of arrangements. You leave us alone, we'll leave you alone. Earth is in a sparsely populated part of the galaxy, and so was pretty much overlooked except for some rather benevolent (by alien standards) races who decided to just observe and leave the paranoid natives pretty much alone. That doesn't mean they were nice, they just didn't want to get involved with the locals. They were members of a cosmic version of PETA, their motto being 'leave the natives alone, and if they want to kill themselves, fine.', or something close to that. That didn't mean they didn't mess around with us sometimes, after all experimenting on aliens; to them WE'RE the aliens, was fun, especially if you were bored after getting stuck with 'observation' duty. Not all the 'experiments' were fun for the natives though; being 'probed' being one of the more enjoyable, ever wonder what a frog in a biology lab feels like when you pin it to a board for vivisection? But after all, it's all in the name of science, so that makes it OK, right? Of course that's an excuse that's been used to legitimize doing really rotten things to other living things for eons. We do it to animals, they do it to us. Sounds fair to me.

The proverbial shit hit the fan when one of the aliens we call 'Grays' got drunk; don't ask me how, and blabbed about Earth, and some interested ears and other appendages overheard and the race was on. Earth itself had very little in the way of any resources most aliens would be interested in, though it did have a lot of water which was attractive to aquatic races. Ask the dolphins. So there was only one real resource the aliens were interested in, livestock, as in people, the human kind. And there were plenty of them. So the slave raids started, a few at first, then it became an almost daily occurrence. It didn't take long for the 'natives' to realize what was happening though, and get pissed off.

Of course it wasn't all one sided, we fought back, and it turns out our weaponry wasn't as primitive as the aliens had thought. A few heat seeking rockets up a shuttles exhaust ports will pretty much blow the crap out of anything. The main problem was Earth's defenses were spread too thin, and a well planned slave raid only took a couple of hours. The basic strategy was a drone was sent in to gas an area, then the shuttles landed and loaded up the unconscious locals, and when they were full got the Hell out of Dodge before the cavalry; or Indians, showed up. Sometimes the cavalry did show up, and a shuttle or two might get blown out of the sky, but it was an acceptable risk for the slavers. It did have one good side effect though; we pretty much stopped fighting one another and tried to get our act together to fight off the aliens. As much as we humans might hate one another; pick on us and we'll pull together and gang up on the aliens who are messing around on our turf. Sooner or later it would become economically unviable for the aliens to keep raiding, but for now it was open season on humans. What we did to the few aliens we captured is unprintable. After all, it was done in the name of science.

I wish I could say I put up a heroic fight; that the aliens had to drag me kicking and screaming into their ship with my teeth in some alien's throat, and that the nasty armor plated bug monsters overwhelmed me after a desperate battle as I defended a basket of babies and some nuns, but that would be a big fat lie. Truth was I fell asleep; along with everyone else in our small Midwestern town, and woke up buck naked in a cage on a spaceship a LONG way from Kansas. And the aliens weren't big nasty armor plated bugs, they looked like fluffy bunnies, and they were blue. But they were MEAN blue fluffy bunnies. When I laughed the first time I saw one it was a big mistake, and I had the shit shocked out of me by the slave collar they'd put on my neck. I didn't laugh anymore after that. The collars are neural stimulators, and the effect was similar to being skinned and burned alive all at the same time. They worked wonders for discipline. No such thing as a smart-ass slave, at least not for long. All of us got shocked at least once sooner or later, and for most that was enough and we became good little slaves. It took hours for my nerves to quite twanging like guitar strings after my little disciplinary lesson.

The cage I woke up in had five other humans in it, all butt naked as well, and all males. The aliens were smart enough to separate the sexes. And all the 'livestock', males and females, were fairly young and in good health. No one was under the age of about thirteen, or over their mid forties. The slavers only wanted the strongest and healthiest, in other words, the easiest to take care of; prime stock. Pretty much standard practice for slavers; alien or otherwise; some things really are universal. The cage was small, just barely enough room for us all to lie down, which was what we did most of the time as there wasn't anything else to do. There was a tap for water, a trough for other purposes, and that was it. And no TP, talk about inhumane. We were fed at irregular intervals, a big chunk of what looked like cornbread, but tasted like chalk. We ate it though, when you're borderline starving you're not picky. At least it filled us up, and kept us reasonably healthy. And NO fighting or hogging the food, if they caught you doing that you got zapped. They wanted all their merchandise healthy.

You'd have thought a starship would be squeaky clean and 'modern' looking, like in Star Trek or Star Wars. But the one we were in was a piece of shit, more like a rusty tramp freighter then a starship. It was too warm, too humid; there was some kind of slime growing in patches on the floors and walls, poorly lit, and nothing seemed to work right. I didn't speak the alien's language; they sounded kind of like the Chipmunks (I didn't laugh), but I could recognize 'pissed off' when what were obviously repair parties passed our cage fairly regularly dragging tools. I got the distinct impression the climate controls weren't working right as the aliens were as miserable and hot looking as we were, and they had fur.

The four other men in the cage with me were all about my age, and about as scared as I was, at least at first. But when we weren't tortured, dragged away to be fed to a drooling monster, or probed, things became, well, pretty boring. There's not much to do in a small cage crammed with stinky men, especially since none of us were gay. And the women were in another part of the ship, so no ogling either. But we did find out one use the bunnies had for us fairly soon, and in a way it was 'beneficial' as at least it helped relieve our sexual needs. Turns out the bunnies; at the least the only ones I saw, were females, we were sexually compatible, and they were bored too. Sooo, they made use of the ready supply of compatible males, and we weren't given much choice in the matter. I remember the first time I was picked for a little trip to the crew's quarters from some 'sexual recreation'. The first time I honestly wasn't all that thrilled, but after that...well, they WERE female.

We'd just been fed; and were settling back down, when a small group of bunnies showed up. We couldn't speak their language; it sounded like a bunch of squeaks to me, but we did understand sign language. When one of the bunnies gestured for us to stand up, we did, very quickly. Hesitation got you zapped. We already knew the bunnies were girls; it was kind of obvious as they only wore equipment belts and had four rows of small twin breasts with large rubbery nipples on their lower bellies. When I say 'bunnies' that was the general first impression, but I guess a more fitting description would be bunny-cats. They had long floppy ears, but their fangs; including two approaching saber tooth size, made it clear they weren't carrot eaters, and their tails were more cat like as well, but thicker, more like a kangaroos, but almost prehensile. So I guess bunny-roo-cats were a good way to describe them. Oh, and did I mention their predominate color was blue, fluffy cute blue?

One came into the cage and gave us a closer inspection, a rather intimate one, and as she hefted my balls (really), I responded by getting hard, much to my horror. That helped her make up her mind as to who would provide the 'evenings' entertainment, and with a shrill squeak to the others she turned and left, and they motioned for me to follow. Despite being very reluctant I did as I was told (did I mention the shock collar?) and followed the first bunny, the other two following me, giving me pokes in the butt-cheeks if they thought I was going too slow. I got a lot of pokes. I'd seen other men taken away at irregular intervals, but I was the first from our cage, and had NO idea what was in store for me. I must admit I had fantasies of being taken to breed with human females, and fears of ending up as the main course in an alien smorgasbord. Turns out the breeding part was right; sort of, but not with human females.

I was taken to a much cleaner and nicer part of the ship; it was even a little cooler though it still smelled like a gerbil's cage. They shoved me into a small closet like room, and I gave a blood curdling scream as ice cold water sprayed me from small nozzles, and then an even louder one as the water turned so hot it was steaming, and then it got cold again, and I remained pretty vocal about the whole experience. This seemed to amuse the bunnies as they squeaked and gibbered in obvious hilarity after they let me out after some blasts of air more or less dried me off. At least I smelled slightly less ripe, which I guess was the whole idea. My hair was a mess though.

Then our little march resumed, again with one bunny leading the way while two followed me. Guess they thought I was dangerous; I wasn't, I just wanted to go home. We reached a door and the lead bunny gave a soft knock, and squeaked something in a respectful sounding voice. As soon as an answer came the door slid open, I was pushed through, and it shut behind me. Looking around nervously I found myself alone in a fairly large room with another bunny, one that I got the impression was a little older than the others. She; and it was a she, was as nude as the rest had been, but she wore a fancy looking belt with cross straps decorated with metal bosses or small plates. And she had an Honest to God eye patch, and a gold ring in one of her ears! OMG I thought, a bunnyroocat slaver pirate queen from Outer Space! She was reclining on a kind of low lounger or daybed, kind of like I'd seen in drawings of ancient Rome. I swallowed as she gave a space next to her a pat, and pointed at me, her tail slowly swishing. Swallowing again, I did as she indicated, and went and sat down next to her, as far away as I could.

I stared at the floor, legs crossed, nervously running my finger around the inside of my shock collar; but I was very much aware of her presence, and I could smell her musk. It wasn't that bad really, though I got the impression she; or her kind, didn't bathe all that often, not that she was stinky or anything. Just...different. When the tip of her tail suddenly stroked one of my legs I gave a squeak of my own, and jumped up. She just gave a bark like sound of amusement, and indicated for me to sit down again. Then she offered me a plate with some food on it. I have no idea what it was, but it wasn't chalk based cornbread, it was some sort of meat and vegetables in a thick sweet sauce, and I started gobbling it like I was starving, which I was. When her tail started caressing my leg again I just ignored it, but I knew it was there. After a minute she made what sounded like a scolding sound, and took away the plate of food, and I whimpered. It had been the first 'real' food I'd had in weeks, but it was a good thing she did as otherwise I'd probably have gotten sick, and barfing all over the pirate queen probably wouldn't have been a good idea. I didn't want find out what the intergalactic version of keelhauling might be.

Having fed her pet; which helped to settle me down, she pulled me next to her body in what I can only call a very intimate 'cuddle'. She was very warm and soft, her fur having a knap very much like crushed velvet over much of her body, and I was very aware of her nipples rubbing against me, all eight of them, as she proceeded to give me an alien anatomy lesson. And when she lifted up one of her legs it confirmed my earlier guess, that yes, she was very much a SHE. She seemed to have no qualms at all about revealing her sex to a male member of an alien race, and I was the one who was embarrassed. But at the same time I was...curious, that trait being fairly common amongst sentient races, especially horny compatible ones. I was a boy, she was a girl, and we had all the right bits in the right places. And since I didn't really have any choice in the matter, I figured, what the Hell, orders are orders. Beat being keelhauled.

She watched with an unreadable expression on her face/muzzle as I examined her, her tail gently brushing my rump and back as I knelt next to the couch. Her pussy was definitely a pussy, but it wasn't human. Like I'd mentioned earlier her fur was a blue color, in her case a dark indigo with lighter coloring on her chest, belly, and thigh fur. Her sex was a purple color, at least her version of labial lips which were very thick and had little frilly knobs along them, but the inside was a dark pink color and glistened wetly. For some reason the smell reminded me of pickles, the sweet kind. When she became aroused it swelled and pushed out quite a bit, and it would smack like a mouth. Looking at her I carefully spread her lips with my fingers, and she gave what sounded like a grunt of approval, so I slowly spread her a little more. The opening to her vagina was a wet pursing mouth like thing, and I gave a surprised yelp as what looked like a tongue came licking out of it! A long thin purple tongue! She's not human; I had to remind myself, otherwise I'd have freaked out. After a few seconds I hesitantly reached down and touched the questing organ, and it curled around my fingers and tired to pull them in the eagerly slurping pussy! She gave a hiss, and reaching down she pulled my hand loose, then lay back and spread her legs wide. It was pretty clear what she wanted, and I'm not sure if I was all that reluctant as my cock had been rock hard ever since I'd felt those large nipples rubbing against me. So I did what she wanted, and mounting her I fucked her as hard as I could, and it was... different.

I cannot believe this is happening, I thought as I positioned myself, but at that point I wanted to fuck her. For some reason horror and despair tend to make a lot of people very horny, and I was no exception. Did you know that people being eaten alive often have orgasms during the process, sometimes multiple ones?? All I knew was I was hornier then Hell, she was female, and she wanted me to fuck her, so I wasn't going to argue. And it was different, but a fantastic different. That 'tongue' of hers wrapped around my shaft and guided it into her gaping sex, and her lips flexed out and swallowed my balls!! They sucked them in; then tightened, and the whole time I was fucking her she kept my whole cock and balls inside, that nether tongue wrapped around my shaft and squeezing and caressing it the whole time I was humping her. My first orgasm came very quickly, but it wasn't enough and I kept on going. And boy was she a squealer! She wrapped her strong powerful legs around my waist, her tail around my legs, and squealed and yowled like I was murdering her.

Her nipples swelled and got even larger, rubbing against my belly as I lunged into her grunting and gasping from the effort, and she 'nibbled' and snuffled at my hair, her four digited hands rubbing my back and shoulders. She was so loud I thought she was going to deafen me! And despite her being larger then I was, her sex; at least the part my cock was buried in, was surprisingly tight, and slick and hot and very, very, female. My second orgasm came sooner then I wanted, and she gave an ever louder shriek as I pumped inside of her again, but when I tried to pull out her pussy lips wouldn't let me go! It was obvious she'd decide when I was through.

But she did let me rest for awhile, my head resting on her furry chest as I gasped for air, and she made little chittering sounds and played with my hair. I got the distance impression my 'services' had been more than adequate so far. When she gave a grunt and put her large hands on my butt I got the idea, and started fucking her again. That tongue thing came out of her pussy this time and started squeezing my ball, and holy guacamole! My next orgasm was so powerful it almost hurt, and as it died down I felt her outer vaginal lips relax and let my cock and balls go. I had been aware of several powerful spasms her pussy had given, and assumed she'd had her own equivalent of orgasms as well.

After I pulled out we 'cuddled' again, and she fed me little biscuit like things that tasted like peppermint brownies. I guess I made a good impression, as after awhile she got up and led me into another room with a bed in it, then to my surprise snapped a leash onto my collar and the she climbed in bed and went to sleep. I got the floor, which had a soft padding like rubber on it. It beat the cage; that was for sure. Soon it became apparent that I was now one of the ships officers pet! I was of course a little self conscious at being basically a naked pet, but I was used to the naked part. It helps when your owners run about in the buff too. And as for my 'duties', I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy them, very much so. My 'owner' took great pleasure in training me in what she liked, and I was a fast learner. And oral sex took on a whole new meaning when the pussy kisses you back and has a tongue of its own. And so the weeks passed, and I guess it's possible to get used to anything, even being a sex slave. At least I wasn't in that damn cage, and had enough to eat. And, truthfully, I enjoyed fucking the Hell out of my 'owner' every time I got the chance. Not that she was the only one I fucked; I was after all the property of the whole crew, so I was shared with other crew members on a regular basis; I think they made up a roster, but she was my main 'lover'. I wasn't the only one either; some other more important bunnies had their own pet humans, all males. I never saw a male bunny, but couldn't help wondering if they kept to themselves and had human females for their own pets. I pretty much ignored the other pets, and they ignored me. The bunnies evidently weren't into threesomes, which was a relief as I don't know how I'd have felt if I had to fuck one along with another 'pet', it would have just been too embarrassing and degrading. I mean, it was one thing to do it alone in private, but with an audience??

I learned to tell when my owner was tired after a long day of being a slaver, and she liked to have her long soft ears rubbed and stroked, and would chitter contentedly as I massaged them. And she liked the sex as much as I did, and had me service her every single 'night' before going to bed. But now the 'foreplay' lasted just as long as the actual main event. She loved oral sex, her pussy 'kissing' me like another mouth, its tongue sliding down my throat as her outer lips sucked at my face covering me in her slick pre, but it went both ways as she discovered she liked the taste of my own pre. It usually started with one of us straddling the other ala '69', our mouths and tongues busy, and it was...unbelievable. Then once we'd each reached a least one orgasm each orally; she really liked it when we timed them together perfectly, we'd clean each other off and I'd suck and nibble on her nipples while she squealed in pleasure, and then I'd mount her for a hour long fucking marathon resulting in at least two orgasms apiece, sometimes more. And I think she was putting something in my food for me to be able to perform like that every 'day', not that I was complaining.

For awhile I got the floor, but then one night a few weeks later she motioned for me to join her in the bed, and wrapping one of her thick muscular arms around me she fell asleep. It was hot in the bed due to her body heat and the very warm temperature, but I didn't mind that much. After awhile I fell asleep too. When I woke up the next 'morning' she was still asleep, and for the first time I had a good look at her missing eye. She wore the eye patch even when we were coupling, only taking it off when she went to bed. There was a nasty scar running down her forehead over the eye socket and down her cheek. The socket was empty, the lids and skin sewn shut, and looked horribly painful. With a whimper of concern I reached up and gently traced the scar, wishing I could help, and suddenly she stiffened and I found her other eye open and staring at me. I paused, and then traced the scar again, tears running down my cheeks. I won't say I'd fallen in love with her, but she had been good to me in her own way, and it hurt me to see her suffering like that. She let me try to comfort her for awhile; then gave me a wet sloppy kiss with lots of tongue, then rolling over on her back she pulled me on top of her, and it was the first time she had me service her in the 'morning'. When an inquiring knock came at the door to her quarters a short while later she gave an angry barking squeak, and we were left alone until I'd satisfied her. It took awhile. I had claw marks on my back by the time we were through.

I should have known it wouldn't last. Just a couple of weeks after I'd started sharing her bed; and I thought our 'relationship' had entered a new stage, the ship landed on a planet somewhere. I have no idea where, I wasn't told, and didn't ask, all I knew was it wasn't Earth. When my owner left the ship to 'negotiate' with the aliens, lots of different kinds, she took me with her, on a leash of course. That was a law, all 'pets' must be restrained, the fact I was just as sentient as they were didn't count for shit. I wore a slave collar, I was a livestock, so I had to be on a leash. While my owner 'talked' with some other bizarre looking aliens I took the opportunity to look around; and of course no one paid much attention the exotic 'pet'.

We were in a city of some kind; that was pretty obvious. The buildings reminded me of the kind of architecture you might see in Middle Eastern countries, but instead of mud brick and plaster the buildings seemed to be mostly stone, the coloring ranging from grayish-pink to outright pink or pinkish-tan. They weren't painted, but were smooth like they they'd been carved out of solid rock and polished. They tended to have a rounded look, no sharp corners or angles, and varied in size from one story ones to huge beehive like skyscrapers. There were many different kinds of aliens running around, but the majority looked like, well, great big slugs. As in gross. Their lower bodies were all tails and footpads, and their upper bodies had four tentacle like 'arms', and I doubted they had a bone in their bodies. Their 'heads' had slobbering toothless maws fringed with shorter tentacles; and sometimes a long tongue like appendage would come slurping out and lick over their bodies; or another slugs, and they had three eyes that reminded me of a frogs on the ends of retractable flexible eyestalks. Their colors varied from glossy black to dark red, with every color of red or pink in between. They moved across the ground fairly swiftly on a trail of slime, and other slugs appeared to picking up the slime trials others left. Like I said, gross. A couple of times I caught the word 'Sliz', which I learned was the name of the slug people's race, and this was one of their planets. It was cooler then the stifling inside of the slave ship, but still humid and it rained every few hours like clockwork. Every time a Sliz came close I would move behind my owner; getting in the way sometimes, until she finally told me to 'sit' and 'stay'. Those slugs creeped me out to the max.

After the 'negotiating' with the Sliz was over my owner returned to the ship; her obedient pet in tow, and that night she had me fuck her for a lot longer; and much more intensely, than usual, as she bucked and squealed underneath me. I was totally exhausted by the time I fell asleep snuggled against her nice soft multiple pairs of small breasts, the last thing I remember her fingers combing through my long hair. She liked to do that.

The next morning I was with her as usual, my leash clipped to her belt, as the ship's cargo of living misery was unloaded. I tried not the look at the coffles of naked men and women as they were led off the ship, many shielding their eyes against the much brighter light after the dim cages. A few looked at me curiously, or around at their surroundings, but many just looked at the ground in despair. I fidgeted under those stares, and wanted to yell, 'I didn't have any choice, damn it!' Would they consider being an alien's pet 'betrayal'? Well, I never had a chance to find out.

The slaves were loaded on a kind of floating flatcar, and then transported through the alien cities streets to a large open area with cages and pens, and it soon became apparent it was a livestock auction. In singles, and small groups, real animals and other sentient races ( thought it was kind of hard to tell sometimes since they were all nude), were led up to raised stages and secured to posts or 'display frames', and then the bidding would start. In the meantime would-be bidders inspected the waiting livestock in their holding pens and cages. I watched numbly as men and women were inspected intimately, and then sold off one by one or in small groups. Many different kinds of aliens bought them, but most were bought by the Sliz. Then to my horror my owner handed my leash to one of the Sliz auctioneers, and it tried to lead me towards a bidding block; but I screamed and grabbed her leg. Surely she wouldn't sell me!! I thought she loved me! Or at least was fond of me! She bent over and firmly pried my hands from her legs, tousled my hair, her lips quivering a little bit and ears hanging dejectedly, but then turned and walked away along with the rest of the bunnies from the slave ship, never looking back, and I saw their own pets were gone too. I was the last to be sold. It would seem that profit outweighed sentiment. A couple of the Sliz, evidently fascinated by my tears, came slithering up on the stage and wiped them off with their tentacles, and I think that made me bring a really good price as the auction got very spirited, the two final bidders going back and forth for quite some time. One looked like a lizard of some kind; the other was a dark red Sliz. The Sliz won.

I was taken to a kind of holding facility with other slaves; human and otherwise, cleaned up with a hose, and put in a small cage by myself. It was the second major trauma in my life, the first was waking up as naked slave on an alien spaceship, the second was being sold by an owner I thought at least was fond of me, and frankly I'd come to see her as more than just an owner. How could I not after the intimacy we'd shared so often? I guess getting rid of me was like having an old dog you loved put to sleep because it wasn't worth taking care of anymore. It made you sad, but; after all, she'd get a new pet sex slave on her next trip to Earth. Ever wonder what an old dog thinks when it's replaced with a new puppy? I spent a few days in the cage, and was well fed and allowed to exercise twice a 'day', and once at night. The days were a lot longer here too, and the nights seemed to go on forever, but the aliens were just as active at night as during the day, or even more so. I'd guess maybe a 60 hour 'day/night' cycle with the nights twice as long as the days.

Then my new owner collected me, and I was taken to what was evidently a clinic, or a vetrs. At least I think the things done to me were a medical exam of some kind, either that or the slugs were sadistic SOB's. I got the whole 'probed' experience, was stuck in a machine like a coffin that freaked me out as it was pitch dark inside, and had samples of more fluids then I thought I had in me collected. Then I was given some shots, but they didn't use needles (thankfully). They used what looked like little jello packets, they pressed them against your skin, they drained and deflated, and you didn't feel a thing. Kind of neat, actually, definitely better then two foot needles. What they gave me I have no idea, but I think it was a preliminary preparation for what came next. I was taken to a different cage, and instantly fell into a deep sleep, exhausted from the long day's activities, and was probably drugged too. I was certainly feeling weird, my ears ringing and sense's reeling like I couldn't keep my balance or had had a little too much to drink.

When I woke up the next 'morning' I was very disoriented and felt strange. I couldn't seem to get my equilibrium right, and anytime I tried to stand up I'd stagger around like I was drunk. The feeling was kind of like coming out of anesthesia after an operation, aware but groggy and confused, not quite able to focus on anything. Finally I gave up trying to stand, and just lay back down. An hour or two later a couple of the Sliz came into my cage, one ran a scanner or something over me, made a gurgling sound, and they slid a kind of hover-stretcher under me, and it followed them with me lying on it like a limp rag doll. I kept trying to get up, but my arms and legs just kind of flopped around, and I felt like throwing up, but was just too damned tired. It was like I was drunk as a skunk, but my mind was sharp and clear. I couldn't see much as the stretcher followed the big slugs as my view was most straight up, but I could see the taller buildings, and sometime we passed under weird trees; or at least what I think were plants of some kind, that looked like big pink bottle brushes. Once I saw something that looked like a winged lizard hopping around in one of them. Then we reached our destination.

The two Sliz entered a building, and I floated in after them on the stretcher. It was pretty dim and I got the impression the lights were off, but from what I could see the ceiling was the same smooth grayish-pink material like most of the other buildings I'd seen. Pretty bland. The Sliz passed through several rooms, and then came to a halt. One leaned over me; and the view was really gross as I got a close up look at its slimy mouth and it slobbered on me, its long tongue slithering around in its slime filled maw. GROSS. Then it pressed some more jello packs against me, and once they'd drained I felt another wave of disorientation wash over me. What the Hell was in those things, I wondered?? Then they lifted me up; and you guessed it, they were as slimy as they looked, and while one held me the other pressed what looked like a blank spot on the wall, and the wall opened up! There was no sign of any opening; it just kind of melted away. And it revealed what looked like a...mouth, or a sphincter, or something dark pink and wet that was drooling. OK, it looked incredibly like a huge pussy! And they fed me to it.

They turned me around and pushed me into that horrible orifice, and I tried to scream but could only gurgle as I felt it suck me in with an eager sounding slurp. The first horror came when I felt something slick and slimy slide into my rear, and proceed to squirm its way deep into my bowels. It didn't really hurt as it was well lubed, but I certainly didn't enjoy it as I was utterly terrified. I tried to struggle, but could only squirm a little. Next a tentacle or hose with what looked like a soft rubber sleeve on the tip swallowed my cock; I saw it because my head was hanging down as the 'pussy' slowly sucked me in, and it sealed itself around my cock; which was hard and rigid, with a soft sucking sound, then two more hollow 'tentacles' swallowed my legs up to my crotch. The Sliz guided my arms into two more similar tentacle tubes and they swallowed them down to my shoulders. The insides of the tubes were all warm and slimy, and felt like raw meat. The last horror came when another tentacle with a cup on the end closed over my lower face sealing my mouth and nose, and then something slid down my throat, and two small things snaked into my nostrils. Then as I squirmed and squealed helplessly the Sliz touched the wall again, and it closed and I was sealed inside with the THING that was 'eating' me, and I felt its large slobbering lips close over my head as I was completely 'eaten'. At that point I fully understood what the words 'utter terror' meant. I was convinced I was going to be digested by the giant pussy. But of course I was wrong.

It wasn't entirely dark inside the 'stomach' of the pussy; as I thought of my prison, the soft flesh like material gave off a soft glow, not that there was much to see. But the horror got worse as the fleshy tubes that had swallowed my arms and legs began to grow and spread over my whole body in a thin layer, and I lost control of my arms and legs, couldn't feel them anymore. The horror peaked when it grew over my head as well and my very limited view became complete darkness as it sealed over my eyes. There was a period of total darkness and a feeling of sensory deprivation, and then once I'd been completely 'assimilated', the 'integration' started, and as my sense of feeling began to return I soon realized I wasn't being 'eaten'; I was becoming PART of the thing! It was merging with me!

It was the strangest sensation as I felt my body start to undergo changes, it was like I was getting larger; spreading out, as I was pretty much 'dissolved', or at least parts of me were, the non-useable parts. Other 'parts' were modified to perform similar, or new, functions. There was some pain at times, but if it became too bad something reacted and I would be 'put to sleep' for awhile, and when I 'woke up' again the pain would be gone, or greatly diminished. I'm not sure at what point I began to realize the purpose of what was happening to me, that I was becoming the buildings control unit! A biological computer performing environmental control, security, and dozens of other functions!

My first clue were when my 'monitors' came on line, and I could 'see' again, and it was kind of disconcerting to suddenly have numerous 'eyes' scattered throughout the building I was now an integral part of, both inside and out. But it was more in the infrared, and included a sense of 'smell' as the Sliz communicate via chemical and other excretions & scents instead of just by sound. And now I could feel; and see, the control 'patches' on the walls of the building; they'd been invisible to my human eyes. But now they were part of my nervous system. In fact I was 'aware' that the whole house was alive in some way, even the coral like material it was largely made from. I was also vaguely aware of some of my other 'organs', pretty much like I had been when I was still something human, but most of all I was aware of my balls. I couldn't see them anymore of course, and didn't really even know where they were, but I could tell they'd grown considerably. And I was horny; horribly so, as it seemed I had more than one penis now, four to be exact! I didn't have an erection, but I was aware of them. Each one was inside an opening like a mouth scattered at various locations on both floors of the two story building that was now 'me'. I could make the 'mouths'; they had slick wet linings, 'suck' my cocks, and while it didn't make me cum it sure felt good. I don't know if that was an intended 'function', but I sure made use of it, but I think it was so I would keep them slick and well lubed. It took awhile for the change from human to house to complete itself, but I knew when it was finally over. And I wasn't only part of the house, I WAS the house! I knew because I sent an 'on line/ready' notification, it was automatic, I had no choice. My message was acknowledged, and the next day the happy new owners moved in to their new dream home. Me.

I knew a lot more about the Sliz now, it was in my 'data files', along with everything I needed to know about caring for my inhabitants. The Sliz were hermaphrodites like many other mollusks, or at least that was the closest Earth species I could compare them to, but one usually was 'subservient' to the other; the 'lesser' mate, even though both would lay eggs. They used the 'touch plates' on the walls to give me orders, or sometimes just 'told' me what to do via sound and/or scent. I was quite obedient, I had no choice as many of my functions were automatic and I had no control over them. Ever wonder what your computer might think when you're using it? No matter what it might think though, it does as it's told. Same principle. Only difference was I was an organic computer, a sentient one they knew who I had been, and what I had become. The two Sliz moved in just like any other family, other Sliz helping with their furniture and other possessions. They were quite pleased with me; and received admiring compliments from the ones helping them, as I was 'state of the art'. Then they had a moving in party for some friends, and watching a bunch of slug's party was pretty disgusting actually. Their idea of a good time was drinking some sort of slimy looking goo; and then crawling all over one another in a great big wriggling heap, those long tongues twining together and slobbering everywhere. Gross!

After the guests had left I finally found out what my 'penises' were for, they were feeding tubes! Each of the Sliz went to one of the mouth like openings, stimulated it with their mouth fringe tendrils and tongues until a long tube that looked just like a cock came sliding out, and then they swallowed it and started sucking! And I started orgasming almost instantly, from both penises, and it was pleasure unlike anything I'd ever thought possible! Talk about a blow job! I'm pretty sure it was intentional too, my 'reward' for feeding them. Evidently human semen, or whatever what used to be my balls produce now, was very nutritious for slugs. It went on and on, my cocks pumping semen into the Sliz as long as they kept stimulating them, my orgasms constant as I screamed in silent ecstasy. Then when they were through feeding my penises slid back into their 'sheaths' until the next time. I found myself hoping that would be soon, eager for more of that incredible pleasure. Maybe the pleasure was a 'reward' for taking care of my occupants? Then it was bedtime; after a nice long shower of course, and I found out that I still had my bladder as well. When they activated the shower it felt like I was pissing on them, and I have to admit I found a perverse pleasure in that 'function'. I kind of doubt the fluid my bladder produces now is urine though, or maybe it is. Like I said, they're gross, maybe they like to take showers of alien pee. I do know one thing, it's not water.

When the two Sliz 'went to bed' they made love before they went to sleep. Their 'bed' was a shallow indentation in the floor filled with a warm slick mucus that I produce and maintain at a fixed temperature, replacing and refreshing at regular intervals by absorbing the old mucus, and 'sweating' a fresh batch. It was alien of course, but there was no doubt what it was. They kind of curled around one another for awhile; lots of slime, and then each extruded a long translucent tube from holes on their lower tails, mounted each other, and they became still except for occasional shudders, eyestalks weaving, as I guess they had slug versions of orgasms. It was kind of touching in a gross kind of way, even in something so alien the passion and affection was obvious. Then a few days later they each laid their eggs in the 'bed', and slept with them. Again, gross. Then the eggs hatched; there were seven of them, and the little Sliz's set out to explore their new world, crawling up the walls, literally. I did my best to keep track of the little slimies, but it was difficult even with all my monitors. When one would get in trouble, or go somewhere it wasn't supposed to go, I would notify the parents, and one would come and grab hold of the little delinquent and give it a talking too, or more like a gurgling too.

I don't know if they realized what I was; or had been, that an intelligent being had been transformed into their house; or at least its nervous system, but if they did they never showed any signs of it. I had no verbal capabilities, no mouth. Not even a screen to type words on. My 'communication' was linked to commands such as 'on', 'off', etc. Of course I had 'pre-programmed' instructions as well built into my hardware, basic stuff like temperature control, turning on exterior lighting when the sun went down, watering the 'bushes', keeping an 'eye' on the juniors, etc. And my 'software' could be updated with new programs. I was a house, but I was a very smart one. I could even be programmed to 'grow' a new room, or modify an old one. But despite my fairly simple functions I was kept pretty busy.

I came to realize that the whole house I was now part of was a living entity composed of several different organism's 'blended' together in a symbiotic relationship. I guess you could call me the 'nervous' system and 'brain' as the other 'parts' had no awareness of their own that I could detect. As I became more familiar with my new existence I found there was an amazing amount of things I could do. Some of the house's functions were automatic, such as darkening or lightening the exterior color in relation to the weather or time of day, and I had built in self repair and cleaning functions. And one day I found how I was "built" when my occupants decided they wanted to add a new room. They simply downloaded a rather long program into my 'mainframe', and I grew a new room! And it felt absolutely wonderful, my systems buzzing and humming with what felt like a low level orgasm the whole time as the room 'sprouted' and grew. There's nothing I can compare it to, the feeling of growing a new, aware, part of myself like that.

But the thing that interested me most; at least after I had gotten 'used' to being a house, was that I could communicate with others like myself. Other 'houses', but not just residences. I had a direct link to a kind of 'net', and one of my functions was to let the building where my owners worked know when they would be arriving for work so it could power up their offices and get them ready for them. I also contacted the local version of a 'grocer' for food deliveries; my penis like food dispensers not being the slugs only diet, and arranged all sorts of other things from appointments to the slug version of 'parties'. I turned my monitors off during the 'parties', they were just so... so gross! I don't think I was supposed to be able to turn off monitors, but I soon found I could do other things that I wasn't supposed to be able do, or what I think my owners didn't think I could do. You ever wonder what your computer might be doing when you're not using it, or even when you're using it??

As I mentioned I was in contact with other living buildings, and soon found other living systems on the net as well. Communication nets, public service systems, safety systems, etc. It would seem the Sliz technology was based more on biological systems then artificial ones. Their cities were huge living colonies; and I was one of the 'cells', and most of the cells were in contact with the others. At first the communication with the 'others' was strictly 'business', one computer to another. And that communication was binary code, which seems to be pretty universal for that kind of communication. But the big difference was I was a sentient being, not a computer or Artificial Intelligence construct of some kind. So I...rebelled. While I accepted my new life; I didn't have much choice, that didn't mean I was happy about it. I mean, they turned me into a fucking house! A big immobile building with a mind and soul, dedicated to caring for members of the very race that had done it to me. Maybe it never even occurred to them that a house could feel resentment about what had been done to it? Not that I tried to hurt my occupants, I couldn't even if wanted to. I mean, they lived inside me, I sheltered and fed them, took care of them, and doing that there was no way I couldn't end up caring about them to some degree. I sure didn't love them, but I didn't hate them either. I liked the little ones, they were a hoot, and the kind of trouble they could get into was amazing. They ran 'mom' and 'dad'; and also one certain house, ragged trying to keep up with them. When they 'grew-up' and moved out I missed them. No, my 'rebellion' was more of a passive; nondestructive, one. And I had help.

As I became more and more used to how the alien 'net' between other biological systems and symbiotic constructs like myself worked I began to find ways to communicate with others on a more 'personal' basis. I found other humans who had ended up like myself; as living buildings, but also others who were parts of other systems. And we weren't alone, there were many different 'alien' minds also reduced to servitude as parts of the overall net and system. We were integrated in a way I can't really explain. Maybe a computer on the net would understand it, but I doubt a 'normal' being of any kind could. For one thing communication was incredibly fast; we all talked the same 'language', and I knew I was definitely using much more of my brains capacity than before. That's why the majority of the systems living mainframes were all once sentient beings, for that capacity. But for some reason no one seemed to have thought; or perhaps I should say been able to act, on what I had in mind before. The Sliz weren't stupid; at least for giant slugs, and had plenty of built-in safety and security protocols and programs. For instance, there was no way that I; or any of my fellows, could actively injure or endanger a Sliz. In other words were couldn't take over a military ship or armored vehicle and go on a rampage. So we found another way to fight back.

One of my functions was to provide information to my occupants, via the alien net. So I had access to almost unlimited information. And since my owners office and I were integrated and had no firewalls or barriers when it came to exchanging information that came in very handy. You see, my owner worked for a company that handled contracts for the Sliz military industrial complex. Contracts in weapons and communications, including military starships and everything you could think of. How interesting. I couldn't access the information directly, but I could go through the office network and do it, all perfectly legitimately. There was no reason for me to 'hack' in, I was already there. And one of my new 'friends' had once been a member of a catlike alien race that the Sliz also used for 'parts' for their biological technology, and he was the navigator and communications system for a starship that went on slave raids to other planets, including, you got it, Earth. So I had a little 'talk' with him, and he saw no reason why he couldn't 'comply' with my little 'request'.

So the next time my 'friend's' ship paid Earth a not-very-friendly visit he made a rather lengthy data download into as many of the locals nets and communication systems as he could access, both military and civilian. Basically he told them how to build Sliz weapons, ships, and other goodies. And since that action didn't in any way directly offer harm to any Sliz none of the safety or security protocols or programs even noticed as the transmission was not considered of any importance, and the only one who knew about it was the ships organic navigation and communications system, and since one of the ships functions was to monitor the local's communications it wasn't even noticed.

Another of my myriad functions was to monitor the news to alert my occupants as to anything of possible interest. So when the news came that a second fleet of slave raiders had failed to return from a raid to Earth I had a pretty good idea as to what had happened. The natives had given them a nasty surprise. One thing you've got to say about humans, they learn quickly and are good at blowing things up. So the slave raiders got a nasty surprise when the poor dumb natives ended up being as well armed as they were. So I felt pretty smug as I continued my duties, the biggest event of the day coming when one of the new batch of junior slimies tried to nuke itself in the local version of a microwave. I turned if off and notified 'mom', then watched as she gave junior a lecture on the dangers of the effects of microwaves on living tissue. So my life as a house continued, and overall I was pretty content. Until I could think up something else to get even.

Once the human raced learned to build its own starships; thanks to an anonymous information donor, and protect themselves the slave raids stopped and they eventually joined the intergalactic community. They were able to locate, and buy back, some lucky slaves or their descendants, but most had disappeared into the vastness of space, or become so changed as to be unrecognizable. The Sliz weren't the only aliens that 'modified' their slaves. Of course I could never go back; I'm a house now, a living building. Even if you 'dissected' me you wouldn't find anything really recognizable as 'human', and there's no changing me back. It would be like trying to change a butterfly back into a caterpillar. But it's not so bad; for one thing I appear to be immortal as I don't age in any kind of way I can discern, and I've 'talked' to buildings thousands of years old. Plus I have lots of friends now, and we exchange information back and forth and even play games of a kind. And of course there are those who live inside me, and depend on me to take care of them. And you'll have to excuse me, one of the slimies has found its way up onto the roof, and I have to call a parent to come and get it down before it hurts itself, because I do care.

The End

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