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Recycled Reused

By: milehighelevator



Cycle 233. I am pretty sure this is cycle 233 for me. I have no way to count other than my mind, and my mind is probably trustworthy but it is difficult to tell sometimes. I replay this story in my mind every day because it is better than going insane but I am keeping count. I try to repeat this in my mind with the same words, these exact words. Trying to keep track. Sanity is waiting for me to let go. 

There are others here who have lost it. A lot of them really I suppose, and to some extent everyone. But sanity isn't necessary for what I cannot understand is our purpose. 

We don't get to talk. They might not mind I don't think except they, "they", whoever they are don't seem to like disruption and I have never seen it "tolerated". That being said, I have never seen discipline meted out either. They made the rules and we follow them. Well, somebody at some point, somehow invented what we are doing. 

We stay in line because there is nothing else except the unknown. We can't choose not to. Actually, I take that back. We can decide all we want but we have no power to act upon that decision that isn't punished. I've seen people try. After their attempt they don't return from wherever they go. I can't imagine it is somewhere better than here but it could easily, easily be worse. 

I arrived here 232 cycles ago. I would say days, but there is no way to reckon time. A cycle feels like about a day. Maybe a little shorter. 

My name is Sean Lund and I am now 22 years old. I was a college student on summer vacation working at a restaurant waiting tables before here. I was finishing up a Bachelors in Engineering. On Tuesday, March 10th at 11:31 precisely I clocked out on the computer at the restaurant and left the general manager to close up alone. He had the closing reports to complete and would be half an hour or so. 

I walked out the back door and past the dumpster and into the parking lot, which was just vacated by the other last departing employee, the dust from their car still hanging in the air under the lot lights. As I reached my car at the back of the lot something happened. I don't know what because there is nothing between reaching for my car door handle and being here. 

I have, I guess I had, a girlfriend. A really good one. Hot. Her beautiful red hair is burned into my memory and supple, heated, flushed breasts are burned into my memory as well. But I am gone from there. My car which I have not touched since then and has probably been impounded and auctioned by now. My apartment is probably rented to someone else and my things are probably in boxes on my parents kitchen table, a constant reminder for them of my absence. My mom and dad and the rest of my family and friends are probably beside themselves with grief. 

There were probably police reports. Searches. News stories. Police questioning everyone. I am no doubt a missing person. 

So where is here? I haven't a clue except it is definitely not the restaurant parking lot. It looks like what I imagine the inside of an alien space ship, CIA black site, or CDC lab to look like but I have never had the feeling that it was moving, so maybe alien space ship is out. I woke up. I say woke up because I don't have any recollection between my car and here. And I was here. The time in between is indistinguishable. I became aware, standing up just like I am right now. I was reaching for the car door and then next I was here. And naked. 

I should have had a conniption but I didn't. I was confused on an epic level. I was looking around frantically, in full on fight or flight mode, adrenaline pumping, fists clenched, but there was no one to fight. 

There was doorway, but it was the only place to flee to and was into the totally unknown. Much scarier than where I was. It was almost silent too. I could mostly only hear myself. And there was no smell. Nothing I could detect. I don't remember thinking about it then, but I think about it often now. There is little smell here. Just myself, and every once in a while, the guy ahead of me if he has been exercising.

I instantly noticed my nakedness, and not just naked but hairless. I felt it too. I put my hand on my perfectly bald head where moments ago a thick mop had been. To my relief I had eyelashes but nothing else. No eyebrows. No fuzz on my ears. My arms, legs, genitals, chest, bare. No stubble. No nothing. 

I stood there more naked than the day I was born, my brain ready to shut down at what it could barely accept. The polished metal walls of the room I was in perfectly reflected my naked, bald form. Even the polished mirror of a floor reflected up at me every detail of my nudity, my dangling penis and scrotum, guarded behind my hand but visible from underneath, and the shocked look on my bald face and head above it. 

Worried, scared, extremely confused, I looked around frantically and tried to make sense of my surroundings and condition. Was this a dream? It sure felt real. The air was really warm but pretty dry. I was in a room. It was about 10 feet by 10 feet with a doorway in the middle of the side in front of me. The polished, metal floor cool under my feet but not cold. The light from overhead was from a large opaque disk, about three feet across, sublimated into the metal ceiling several feet above me and there was a grate in the floor which appeared to be some sort of drain. For that, the room was entirely featureless. It was a brightly lit, shiny metal box with a drain in the floor. 

The doorway was open. My mind was reaching, straining for something familiar or reasonable. I wanted out of the box but was also afraid to find out what was outside. Thoughts raced through my head. Was a giant robot or monster or alien going to come through that doorway any second? The thoughts felt stupid and I almost discarded them but on considering, under the circumstances I decided that it wasn't outside the realm of possibility. 

After all, I wasn't exactly standing next to my car. Was I?

The doorway was nearly featureless. There appeared to be a pocket door, though superbly well fit and of the same chromy metal as the walls, ceiling, and floor. Did I remember to say that? The walls, the ceiling and the floor were metal, highly polished and seamless. The hallway was exactly the same as the room except instead of for an opaque, white disk light it had a long opaque light in the middle of the hall running down its length as far as I could see without moving. There appeared to be more drains on the sides of the hall. I figured I could stand still and learn nothing, or observe, seek and learn, and I have ever been a student, so I stepped toward the hall. 

The instant I stepped there was a bell tone from somewhere. As if someone was watching for me to move, and when I did, pressed a button. I froze and listened. I was astounded at how loud the bell tone sounded but giving it some thought I realized it only sounded loud because there was no other sound. I listened for all I was worth but there was nothing except echos of me breathing. 

I cautiously took another step but there was no bell. No sound. Just my bare foot releasing from the polished metal and touching the new location. I waited a few seconds. Maybe 10. But hearing nothing I starting stepping toward the doorway again. It took three steps in total to get to the doorway and peek out delicately. I was in a room at the side of the end of a short hallway, or what appeared to be a short hallway about 20 feet long and 5 feet wide. The light ended about a foot short of either end of the hall. The far end of the hall had what appeared to be a pair of metal pocket doors that met in the middle of the doorway. The drains ended the same way but other than that the hall was utterly featureless.

I silently stepped into the hall but nothing changed. I stepped down toward the end of the hall. It felt like it took an hour to walk down there but it might have been 10 seconds. If there was activity on the other side of the door, I could hear none. No sooner did I step there though and the doors opened. I was startled at the light sound and movement and almost ran. Almost. Until I saw what lay before me. 

In front of me was another hallway just like the one I was standing in but running perpendicular to it and it was full of men. Men as naked as I was. With about 3 foot gaps between them. I say I would have ran back to the room but what stopped me was the men. They weren't surprised by the doors or even me standing there. In fact, none of them even looked my way at first. It was just a very spread out line of very naked men doing absolutely nothing. 

I know my mouth must have been hanging open in total shock and I probably looked much like the proverbial deer in the headlights but they didn't even notice. I stood there, cupping my genitals and watched and waited to see what would happen and after a moment the line moved. There was nothing to indicate that it was going to, it just did. Well, let me correct that. The part of the line to my right moved one position ahead in the direction the guys were facing, except behind my hall doorway the line stayed still effectively making an opening for me to enter the line equidistant from the other guys. 

It was an unspoken invitation without even an expression or so much as a blink from anyone in the line. I hesitated. For all I knew the line could lead to a shark tank but the fellow that would be in line behind me whispered fiercely at my hesitation,

"Come on!"

At first I wasn't sure if he was speaking to me. His expression never changed and he never looked at me, and nobody else breathed a word or acknowledged it. I gingerly stepped forward into the blank spot, wondering at the same time what would have happened if I chose not to. 

After about 2 minutes by my reckoning the line moved again. Almost as one except for me. I couldn't help but be startled by it but I moved, albeit a little late. They line behind me was perfectly accommodating. There were 10 guys in the hall including me and the guy in the front disappeared around the corner and another guy emerged from the corner behind us.

There were 5 guys in front of me that I knew of, only three of which I could see, and 6 behind me. There were other hallway doors off the one we were in but they were closed. When I took "my" place in line, the hallway door I came from had closed, and none of the other doors opened. When "my" door closed, my mind shuddered as if that door was closing on far more than the hallway and room I just walked out of.

Nobody said a word. I was getting nervy. I was just at my car! Wasn't I? Where was this line going? What happens if I talk? How come nobody else is talking? Where are we going? How many guys are thrown into the furnace before it is my turn, and if it is a giant furnace, why aren't these guys freaking out?!! Why am I naked? Why are we all naked? What purpose is there for being hairless? HOW COME I DON'T KNOW HOW I GOT HERE!!?

The line moved again. Nobody batted an eye. There was no fear in these men. There was nothing. Whatever was at the end of the line was not a going concern. The bald guy in front of me was about my size. He barely moved except for when the line shifted in its eerily unison way. How long had they been here? Where WAS HERE?

The line moved again. In one more move I would see around the corner. I just had to hold it together and be patient. The temptation to sneak up past the other guys and look was palpable but I didn't want to draw attention to myself being so completely ignorant. I tried to think. How is this possible? No clue. What could the purpose possibly be? Blank. Why am I naked and where is my hair? Total blank.

The line was about to move again. I could sense it had been about the right amount of time. I was about to see around the corner. When I moved forward my eyes were glued to where we were going and I noticed immediately the corridor didn't go on forever or to another corner. It went directly into a room, and what was in that room my mind didn't understand. 

The room was probably 30 feet across and square-looking and the line of men led up wide steps in the middle to a...a thing. 

How to describe it accurately from my first impression is infeasible but I will try. 

It looked like a weird, giant ice sculpture with one of the men fit into it. It was a crystal clear material, like polycarbonate or glass, forming an encasement around a man in a seated position, except he was seated as if on a racing motorcycle. His body was laid out forward and his hands were way forward away from me and his butt was on the near end. His legs were slid into receiving leg spaces and he was relaxed in that position and a door of the same clear material came down and closed him in. The whole contraption was brightly lit from above and below, though the light seemed to be coming from it. 

The device was difficult to make out at first. I had never seen anything like the clear, glass-like sculpture, that a guy could get in, or would get in, for any reason. As I observed it more, more things became apparent. I saw more. Oh, did I see more!

I could sort of see into the guys butt hole! Protruding from the seat inside was a butt plug-like feature and it was buried in the guys ass. With the guys legs spread I could see his cock, angling down, was inside a chamber shaped to receive it. It form-fitted his cock and somehow the leg holes and arm holes form fit themselves to him. The clear door had a protruding interior that was perfectly molded to the guys side and the encasement was complete by the top of the interior, closed on the guy's back and head. 

As I watched in horrified wonder at this impossible device and what would possess any man to willingly get in it, I saw the guy appear to...struggle. 

At first I thought he was being electrocuted or something, but then it dawned on me, completing my horror, that he was having an orgasm. In the contraption. With a thing in his butt. In front of everyone here. And I WAS IN LINE FOR THIS THING!! Suddenly, a stream of what could only be semen filled liquid shot down a tube from the end of his penis as if riding in a stream of water. There were several shots of it coinciding with the guys minute struggles. 

As I watched, terrified, the guy in the sculpture made some different small struggles and suddenly a flow of what could only be poop shot through the plug in his butt and down what was apparently a tube for it. The tube was stained, filled with brown poop all the way into where the sculpture thing disappeared into the floor. There was a light whirring and it was followed by a water-looking fluid that appeared to be washing out his insides and when the water ran clear the whirring sound stopped and the door opened and the guy got out. 

He got out like it was no big deal. He just strapped himself into a weird clear plastic sculpture and had an orgasm and then pooped in front of a bunch of other guys and that was no big deal. It was NORMAL, for this guy. THIS was normal. He had done this before, enough times that it was not a going concern. And from the total lack of reaction from everyone else in the room, they had not only seen it but done it too, and it was normal to them. 

The line moved forward and the next guy stepped up. I took my new location two steps closer to the crystal machine. In between the two guys at the top of the little dais, the door had whisked shut and a windy sound filled the interior. It became opaque as if filled with steam and then cleared and the door whisked open on unseen mechanisms to accept the next entrant. It was perfectly clean and glistened inside. No trace of the previous entrant remained that I could tell. No sweat, no poop, no nothing. The interior appeared wet but there were no visible droplets of anything. 

The next guy didn't even wait for the door to open before he was moving to get in. There was only one more guy before me. Wait a minute. Before who? There was no way I was getting in that thing! There was no telling how many filthy, diseased scumbags had blown their load in it and POOPED in it. But then there was not an iota of concern anywhere. The implications were at war within me but I had to watch. 

The next guy stepped into the leg slots and maneuvered his butt over the seat and pressed his anus over the plug while his penis slid into the penis chamber. He placed his arms into armholes and put his head forward. He looked as if his front half were diving into water and his back half was riding a crotch rocket. We waited. The precious seconds that seemed to take so little time in the blank hallway I wanted back because these screamed past. In two minutes I would be two steps closer. In the ignorance of the hallway, those two minute intervals were lifetimes.

It was then I noticed that the guy that just left the...whatever it was chamber, wasn't gone. He was back in line on the other side of the machine at the bottom of the steps. This was just a stop on the line. Where did we go next? Wait, we? Why is there a "we" in there, brain???

As I pondered, the guy in the chamber started moving. Almost struggling, but he couldn't move much. The chamber had molded its interior to fit him and he was immobilized.

As he squirmed he appeared to orgasm and his loads shot down the tube away from the end of his penis as though on a water slide, and then the "pooping regimen" commenced just like on the previous guy. The chamber un-molded itself from him and the door whisked open and he extricated himself from it, gently pulling himself off the butt plug and out of the penis tube. He stepped out and proceeded down the steps on the other side to rejoin the line and the guy in front of me started stepping up. The door whisked down, the "cleaning" cycle commenced and was done almost before the guy in front of me got there. He bent to step in almost before the door opened to admit him. 

What was I doing in this line?!! I was not going to get in that thing, was I? Was this a dream? A nightmare and this is where it turns ugly? Wake! Wake! Wake!

The guy in front of me got into the chamber just as the previous guys did. He positioned his butt over the plug and then gently sat down. He rocked forward, placing his penis, which I now noticed was erect, into the penis tube and I could see his scrotum hanging freely in a pocket area that was there for that too. He placed his arms into the armholes and put his head down. It wasn't until that moment, when he put his head down that I noticed there was another plug-like device! He put his mouth over it!

Oh no. I began to tremble. My skin was clammy and cold but I felt like I was on fire. I couldn't do this, and at that moment I was about to lose it. I was visibly shaking and my heart was pounding and my eyes were searching for an escape. I don't know what I was going to do but somebody, I think it was the guy behind me, whispered "Chill!"

Did I hear that? Did someone-? I whispered back.

"What?"

Nothing. It could have been a figment of my imagination but I was pretty sure my imagination at this point was waving a white flag, furiously. Somehow the whispered word brought me back a measure of fortitude. 

Deal. Just deal with this. He was right. Chill. You can do this. Find out later what the whole story is. He wouldn't say chill if a giant axe wasn't poised to come out of the ceiling and hack me down. Guys getting out of that thing have all their fingers and toes and everything else is where it belongs, albeit somewhat violated. 

I didn't have any more time to think about it. My predecessor was struggling. I even heard what I though was a groan through the chamber. The poop came out of his butt down the tube and disappeared through the bottom of the sculpture and there was the now expected and unfortunately familiar whirring sound and his- his rectum was cleansed (my mind gave me the words I did not want to come up with). The door whisked open and the crystal device relaxed on the inside and now I could see he was being released by it over his whole body. The device fit each entrant exactly. It molded to them in every detail. 


Recycled Reused Ch. 02



Cycle 234

So that's it then. The lights are coming on and it is cycle 234. That's poetic. 2-3-4. Why not? 

As I sit up and lower my feet to the floor, the door slides open. 

I am pretty sure this is cycle 234 for me. I have no way to count other than my mind, and my mind is probably trustworthy but it is difficult to tell sometimes. -But what am I doing? This is my last cycle. I won't recite my story today. 

I can tell the interval is about up. I don't know how I can tell but after so many cycles I just can. I step into the doorway and stretch and the interval changes and I step into line. I am determined to try to enjoy my last trip to the function station. Determined this cycle is the one. I have no plans to freak out, just to walk away from the function station toward where I am pretty sure the door will open. 

It takes 10 intervals to get to the function station chamber. I climb in just like that first time except with the sure hands and moves of a man that has climbed in and out almost a thousand times. My toes fit into the sockets and heels rock back into the molds. 

I position my anus over the plug and press down gently and my anus accepts it without question, locking around the base. My scrotum slips naturally into the scrotum pouch and my penis without looking or even touching it into the penis tube. 

Arms thrust forward into the armholes and I put my mouth over the mouth rest. The door whisks shut and I am sealed yet again into the function machine. 

The tube slides familiarly into my penis as it has hundreds of times before and hundreds of times per cycle on an untold number of guys, probably millions of times into the penises of other guys for all I knew. It doesn't matter. 

The tube pressed through to my bladder and did the emptying for me. I hadn't taken a leak by myself in the better part of a year. Then the orgasm started. My body was a total traitor when it came to this machine. It sometimes started twitching in my penis and rectum before I was even in the room with it. My body KNEW when cum-time was. I was always rock hard before ever stepping into the function station room. My penis had even grown. I estimated it had grown by about 30 percent and was never more than semi flaccid. 

The contractions began in my ass and cock and I started orgasming right away. I came and came and came until there was no more, as usual, and my orgasmic muscles were too fatigued to continue. The penis tube finished up and slipped out and the plug told my rectum to get busy. I think my rectum would have anyway, being trained like it was, but it responded and blew out everything that could have possibly been in there. 

Then the familiar eel came slithering up my rectum and cleared out anything that could possibly have been left over and I was done. 

I stepped out of the chamber feeling tired of it yet invigorated. I stepped out and knew that I was going to go through with it for good or ill. I stepped, paused, and walked toward the wall where the door was going to open. 

Only it didn't. I looked at the wall and glanced back at the line and the guys looked back at me. Even the guy that was supposed to get into the chamber was dawdling to watch. He was climbing in, but watching me. I didn't know what to do. The chamber closed on the guy and the process started on him but I was standing there feeling stupid. I chuckled a little and so did the guys in line!

I croaked, "Freak out, freak out, freak out!" half-heartedly, with an unused voice, waving my arms, gesticulating wildly.

The guys in line snickered but cut off as the door opened pretty much where I originally thought it would. Beyond it was a hallway, like all the other hallways, except it wasn't. 

Everything looked familiar in this hall. My senses were on high alert and I was a little shaky. What will be different is just around the corner. Every hall always has a turn at either end and there is something in a room after that turn. Walking through the doorway the door closed behind me as I knew it would. Everything will change now. 

I reached the corner and slowed down. I'm not going to leap into anything. This is going to involve some discrete peeking. Whoever or whatever, knows I'm here and they/it have every advantage except one, I don't have to run headlong into their plans by wildly disregarding myself or caution.

A brief and minute pop of my eye around the corner had my heart pounding and adrenaline pumping harder but it was anticlimactic. It was just another hallway. Longer this time. I poke my head around the corner and stare at the furthest distance I have seen in a long time. The hallway is probably 5 times longer than any hall I have seen for 233 cycles.

It is hard to reckon the distance. I suspect it is about 50 meters but it looks like forever. The end of the hall either just ends or perhaps there is another corridor to the left or right. Nothing for it but to start walking. I walk down the middle of the metal floor, between the drains that I have never seen anything in. 

I walk quietly to the far end, listening. There is nothing. As I near the middle of the hallway I notice it does not look like there is a turn. It looks like a dead end. But wait. There is a door in the end of the hall. I have only seen that once before. When a guy lost it. 

Approaching the end of the hall, I know the door will open when I arrive. Steeling myself for it, and at the same time, knowing I will be totally unprepared for whatever is behind it. Just a few steps to go. And...Whish.

The doors open and there is a room, and standing in the middle of the room is a WOMAN wearing a form-fitting, white cocktail type dress. Her skin is very pale. She has short blond hair shwooshed over to one side. She is young. Maybe in her late teens or early 20's. The cocktail dress clings to her figure. Held up by it. She has a hint of a smile and is looking me directly in the eyes. Her breasts and hips are well-proportioned and she is very athletic looking. Upon meeting her gaze, her face breaks into a smile flashing perfect teeth. 

"Welcome." She says and holds out her hands as if I am to come in and take her hands. 

I pause. Her smile, her face, her body, even the hand gesture is perfectly balanced. She has no fingernails either. And everything on her is appears exactly symmetrical. Her smile is infectious and I feel myself smiling and somewhat aroused. I have not seen a woman in a long time!

"Uh, thanks." I stammer with an unused voice and step into the room. 

She was stepping forward, hands still outstretched and taking my hands in hers. I realize for the first time in a long time what it means to be naked. Her face is not far from my completely naked genitals as she grasps my hands but the act of grasping my hands disarms me. My hands didn't respond to commands they never received from my brain.

I can't cover myself without jerking my hands away. She lifts my hands up and holds them together and squeezes them warmly, her touch invigorating me from head to toe. I felt afraid that the residue on my skin would sully her hands. She was clean. I was like a freshly minted plastic toy, covered in manufacturing release agent. She ignored it. Like she expected it and didnt' care.

Her face was completely hairless. Her hands and arms too. All women have a light peach-fuzz at the very least. She does not. Before I can wonder more, she speaks again, still holding my hands.

"You are expected. Come with me." she says gently. 

"Uh-ahem-oh-kay."

She lets go of my left hand and steps to my right and gently guides me forward. I walk. Without stopping. Without interval. I can't stop staring at her and it dawns on me that she smells like flowers. It's faint but it's there. 

Walking forward toward the other side of the room I can see there is a doorway there. 

"Uh. Ahem." I started and then with throat clear. "Uh. I'm naked."

Her beaming face looks over at me and her smile widens. 

"I know." She says, as if my lack of clothing is the most wonderful thing in the world. Still smiling. 

We keep stepping forward and it is a struggle to take my eyes off her to look where we are going. She is still looking up at me though and her gaze is somehow special. Having had nobody's attention in what seems like forever, having just a little from a woman I don't even know is euphoric. She is remarkably beautiful and I don't think it is just my lack of contact with other people that makes me think that. She is extremely well put together. 

We reach the doors, and as anticipated, they open. 

I gasp. I nearly sat down, my knees took turns giving up on me and I staggered. She tried and hand some success steadying me. 

Before us a lush garden of giant tropical plants, beautifully landscaped. The aroma of green growing things assaulted my nose and the humid air poured through the doorway like a bath. Breathing in I could TASTE plants in the air. And there is sunlight, visible through the canopy. 

My heart is beating through my chest and I notice the woman is still holding my hand and looking at me. She speaks. 

"You need a break."

I stare at her still smiling face. The white dress does nothing for her. It's all wrong for her skin tone. Where did that stupid thought come from? She's a woman! Who cares? She pulls me, guides me through the doorway. 

"Y-yes. I need a br..." My voice trails off as I step onto dirt. Not a metal floor. Not even a concrete walk or a stone walkway but slightly moist, black dirt. 

I immediately notice she is barefoot like me. Neither of us has toenails. They just aren't there, like they never were. My feet still look odd to me but next to her smaller, well-formed feet, they start to look normal. 

Her white feet contrast with the black dirt just like mine and there are no footprints in it but ours. As we step into the garden, or jungle, the door slips closed behind us and I look back to get my bearings. There behind me is a metal door in a large landscaped dirt mound. 

"W-where am I?" I say. 

"In the garden." She says, still smiling. 

Looking at her intently, her beautiful face and big, wide-set blue eyes gazing up at me it is hard to address her. Just looking at her is like standing in the bright sunshine which is so nearby. 

"I have some questions." I preface. 

"I know. I will answer them." She says. 

Where to start? Looking off into the garden, I hear birds and water. I heard them when the doors first opened but they didn't register. 

"Where am I?"

"You are on Galdon 2 in the Vognar solar system. It means nothing to Earth astronomers but there it is. The words Galdon and Vognar are made up words that English-speaking Earth residents might use if they were aware of the presence of these things, nothing more. The phonetics bear a similarity to the language of origin but do not translate. The translation would use words similar to 'green-eyed angel number two' and 'war', respectively. We are many light years by Earth way of reckoning from it."

Whaaa? My mind dismissed it before reconsidering her words all before she even finished. I was overcome with the feeling that a camera crew would jump out of the bushes at any minute. Supposing it was a pack of lies, it was unlikely I would get the truth for any other questions, but supposing it was truth, it couldn't hurt to hear answers to at least a few of my other questions. It was a lot to bite off and chew. She could see my consternation as we stood there on the dirt in the beautiful tropical shade. 

"How did I get here?" My voice still a little gravely. 

Looking sympathetic. She smiled but her eyebrows furrowed. 

"The questions you ask are expected. May I?"

Not knowing what to say to that, I shrug. She turns toward the pristine dirt path and guides me, still holding my hand in her gentle but firm grasp. She holds my hand in a very familiar way, from behind mine, as if we were lovers. We walk among the giant leaves, almost completely shaded except for a few rays of sunshine that penetrate to bombard my pale skin. 

"Technology of beings other than humans is different or the same, advanced or nearly non-existent. You were 'teleported' here from Earth. One moment you were alone on Earth, outside, and then next you were here. The teleportation process has certain advantages for making changes to things it teleports. It is an important part of the technology that has innumerable uses on objects animate and inanimate."

"For instance, on Earth, things must be built by a method using manufactured parts and then assembled. Using teleportation, parts can be teleportation manufactured from billet stock or ores to exact specifications down to atomic measures for dimension. Those parts aren't just manufactured and then assembled, they are manufactured by teleportation into their assembled state, as long as the raw materials are found. A 'ship in a bottle' so to speak is brought into existence instead of painstakingly constructed."

"Your hair was 'left out' of your reconstructed body. Some other things were left out too. You had a small malignant tumor in your lung, and three filings in teeth which are now more or less whole. You had a dormant virus which had the potential to cause problems in time. These things are common. Easy to change with teleportation."

"You were brought here against your will. Actually, not so much against your will but without your consent. Your will was merely bent on survival after that. Today you decided to step out of survival and use your will. The men you left behind will eventually do the same, one by one or all at once or not at all."

I had to interrupt. 

"Why?" I ask, a little more vehemently than I intend. She is still holding hands with me and I stop walking and look at her. Her face is a little flushed. Maybe from the temperature and humidity or maybe from something else. 

"Why am I here? I didn't ask to come here! To be pulled out of my life and plugged into-INTO THAT THING!" I pointed where the door was behind vegetation.

The force of my voice seemed to not affect her except that she could understand my feelings better. She didn't let my hand go but held it firmer and stepped closer to me. 

"I know. I did not ask to come here either. I grew up just a few states away from you. Ever heard of Greendale? On the 110 to the east?"

My face said that I had and she saw. I realize now that I am starting to buy into this and in part because she is the first flesh and blood woman I have seen. Part of me wants this to be true, just so that I can be done with it. Her scent is intoxicating. Different than the plants. More floral, like violets or something. I can't place it. I realize she is standing very close to me and my penis is already ahead of me on that realization. She guides me forward again, averting the awkwardness of my nakedness and state of arousal, though her actions appear completely natural, having nothing to do with the potential awkwardness. 

I am not sure she would feel awkward addressing my state but I am pretty sure I would feel awkward if she did.

"Your are here to provide for your hosts. They use your products." She said flatly. 

She lets that sink in as we walk. She's talking about-

"What exactly do you mean by 'use' and 'products'?" I ask in a somewhat shocked tone.

"By 'use' I mean consume, and by 'products' I mean your urine, your semen, and your feces."

I had to stop, and I tried to let go of her hand but she held firmly and stepped in again.

"You mean to tell me..."

She was not smiling but totally serious and looking into my eyes, completely unflinching, unnerved, unfazed. 

"They are delicacies."

I blinked,

"Wait a minute! You mean to tell me there is a bunch of aliens here eating my poop?!" I said angrily. Completely flabbergasted. "Why didn't they just hook up a new pipe to my toilet and send me a box of condoms?!!!"

She was expressionless through my angry questions stepping into me further but holding onto my hand down at our sides. 

"My own reaction mirrors yours except I slapped my 'assistant'. You may strike me if you wish."

I was stunned. Strike her? It wasn't her fault. Aliens were eating my poop. That's what this is all about? That just didn't make sense. She could see the confusion on my face and that I had no desire to hit her. 

"Are you ready for more?"

"I guess I might as well get it over with. Lay it on me. What else is there?"

"I was not being false or misleading about anything. The answers and details I give are accurate. They are also important. Important because you have choices, but you can only make choices that are right for you if you are informed."

"Go on."

"We are essentially pets on a farm. Consider that you were fed, rested, exercised, cleansed. All your most basic needs were met. It was not to keep you happy, but to keep you producing. Your diet was regulated and you were fed a very healthy 'food' and water. Their system is not set up for your pleasure or reward. It is set up to provide for theirs. Your production was high by any standards on Earth, but I happen to know it was high even for standards here."

"So I make a lot of poo."

"Yes, well, about average, but you make a large quantity of high quality semen. Point of fact, your semen is recognized. It has some small status. It is, in their opinion, better than others."

"Great. I make a lot of fine semen. I'll be sure to try some next time I am feeling hungry."

She got a funny, secretly amused look on her face and it wasn't symmetrical. Maybe that blows the whole android theory.

"Most of the men that leave the system screaming are plugged into a somewhat different system. More controlled. Some of them not, but most of them yes. Some of the men are put into a system less controlled. But with more responsibility. Not without personal challenges."

"And I am being given an opportunity to be less controlled?"

The door was no longer remotely in sight. I kept looking around at my surroundings. It was impossible not to. The plants were fantastic, and shockingly different from the metal walls. And it was just as impossible not to look at my guide. My hand was sweating in hers and the fact that she was undeterred by that was pleasing. 

There were no unnatural features to be seen anywhere and we were coming up on a very green grassy spot, just shaded by a large tree. There was a clear pond in front of it in the full sun. It seemed the perfect spot for a park bench. Stupid brain. Dumb thought. I pushed it away.

"You are. There is much to know, but it is not difficult. It is more challenging than plodding along, two minutes at a time, wondering where it all ends. It is also more rewarding."

Upon saying the word rewarding she smiled again and let go of my hand. My hand felt cold and lonely. She reached for the bottom of her dress and pulled it immediately over her head bearing her hairless femininity, her breasts, everything. As if we were familiar. She discarded the dress on the grass and stepped toward the clear pool, glanced back at me, smiling, and dove right in. 

There was plenty of room for her shallow dive. I watched and she surfaced, her short blond hair slicked back. It was idyllic. A beautiful naked girl in a jungle pool. No hint of the metal box I left what seemed like hours ago. She turned, treading water lazily. 

"Sean." She says. "Come in. The water is wonderful."

I hesitated. It looked wonderful and I found I wanted very badly to do just that. Why not? After what I have been doing for 234 cycles, I deserve this much and more, but this is more than enough for now.

I stepped forward, the dirt clinging to the bottoms of my feet rubbing off on the soft short grass. I was aware of my nearly erect penis preceding me and that my...my what? My assistant? Isn't that the term she used? Was she assisted? Was it a guy? Why did I care? I discarded the thought and stepped to the edge of the grass next to the pool and dove. A shallow dive, my heart in my throat and feeling my limbs tremble in excitement at the notion of splashing into the water and jumped. 




Recycled Reused Ch. 02



The water was cold! It rushed over my body. I imagined it washing away the residue from 234 cycles of whatever. It didn't matter this moment. The water caressed my body, my genitals, arms and legs, slipping along me. Before I surfaced about where I thought the girl would be I opened my eyes underwater and saw the bottom and her legs dangling down from her hairless nether region, kicking, blurry under the water, her legs pale against the dark bottom background of the pond. The water was not so cold as I initially thought. 

My head came up and I began treading water from distant memory just 3 feet in front of her. Her smiling face beaming at me in the sunshine. Her blue eyes excited and wet. Her face had droplets of water all over it and I felt mine did too. She began treading toward me. 

"How do you feel?"

"Amazing. Really good."

She tread closer until she was about a foot and a half from me. I tread back a little bit so my treading wouldn't encumber her. She followed me. I got back a few more feet and touched the bottom and put my feet down in the light mud over a firm bottom surface. She still advanced. As she reached me she slides her arms around me and held on. 

Her touch was incredible. The touch of another person. A beautiful girl. Hugging me. Before I could think, my brain already amok with thoughts and sensations, she slid her legs up around my waist. She clasped me gently in her folding legs and arms, face inches from mine, smiling, happy, and I couldn't help but feel happy too. Joy even. Her intentions seem pretty clear. 

"I don't even know your name." I said lamely. 

"Kera." She said, and I felt her pussy touch the tip of my penis and begin to lower. 

I groaned. I grab for her hips. I can't not do this. Stopping would kill me. Her vagina is slick and hot. I press her down on my penis. She is not moving fast enough. I need this now. She slips down smoothly and slowly, arms and legs now locked around me. She is making this go slow. I try to speed her, to get my cock into her, to get her over me to my hilt but her small resistance slows me effectively. 

Pressing down on her hips, she envelops my cock. All of me. Her pussy is twitching incredibly. How is she doing that? Sitting on the base of my cock she leans forward and kisses me. Blue eyes open, staring into mine. Pink lips pressed to mine. 

It is a miracle that I did not fill her with semen that instant. She slipped her arms up around my neck and then she didn't move. She broke the kiss and smiled up at me. 

"Are you ready?"

"No. No but I'll make it."

She nodded, completely understanding. She paused for a moment more and then began to slide up and down my cock ever so slowly. I can stand this. I can hold out for a little bit longer. She slid up and down. Deliberately. All the way down. All the way up. I could feel her hymen slide over my corona as she almost pulls off me entirely and the back down around my corona and then down my shaft. Her pussy twitches a few times on every stroke. 

Her face flushes and her eyes lose focus. She grips me with her arms and legs and her pussy begins to spasm around my cock. Is she cumming? She is coming! And her pussy is MILKING ME! She is having an orgasm and it is milking my cock! I can hold back nothing. Semen erupts from me into her and her pussy sucks it from me, pulling at my contractions in perfect time with them. I hold her hips down on me, burying my cock into her and she is taking everything I have from me.

My orgasm lasted what seemed like just a few seconds but I knew was a very long time for me. Much longer than a station ejaculation. She regained her more conscious demeanor and looked at me in earnest. Breathing heavily. 

"Better?" She asked.

"I should have walked off the first day."

"Maybe. I probably would not have been here but somebody would have been." She smiled.

We were still locked together and my penis was not retreating. I turned and lifted her, carrying her up an incline and out of the water to the grass in the shade and turned around still holding her. She still clung to me, perfectly happy to remain there. A little awkwardly, I sat with her in my lap, appreciative of the muscle I had built on the exercise mills. It was like carrying a kitten!

She leaned a little away. I saw her breasts, hanging lightly, plumply. Her nipples and areola were puffy, protruding from the rest of her breast, breasts, her chest covered in water droplets. We sat there for a few moments, my cock still deep inside her warm and semen filled pussy. 

"Take your time." She says. 

"What do you mean?" I say.

"This is your time. Do with it as you will. As the time is yours, and I am here, I am yours for this time."

I pause. That doesn't seem right. 

"I don't own you or this time."

"This time is for you, and I am for you right now, and this is what I want."

"You mean, un-coerced? No aliens with electro-prods are going to come out and zap you, us or anything?"

"No. It's nothing like that. I chose to be here. I did have a choice, and the other options were not unpleasant. I find you attractive and I like your cock, and I want to enjoy you enjoying me and this place."

I feel my cock begin to recede ever so slightly. 

"What happens next?" I ask.

"Are you sure you don't want to just relax for a while? We can relax after we talk but you might enjoy it more with less to think about."

"Yes, I want to know now. You are beautiful, and amazing, but I walked off that platform in part for needing answers, and if I have a chance to get them I am going to take it while it's fresh."

"Fair enough. If it's any consolation, I felt the same way you do."

"Wait a minute. Were you in one of those cycle, system things too? Did you come out here and have sex with some guy?"

She looked embarrassed but smiled at the same time. Her face flushed. 

"Yes, and...yes. I was and I did. I feel like I should be ashamed but only because you don't know enough to understand yet. You will discard all the social conventions you were accustomed to before. You won't forget them, but they...don't mean anything here."

It felt insulted by what she was saying, an ignoramus, but something indicated that she wasn't intending it that way. Just that I didn't know what I didn't know. She watched the emotion on my face. 

"Look. I left my line after 641 sleeps. You left after 234. You were mildly defiant. I was near insane. You remember how people used to say 'I was losing my mind'"?

I nodded, remembering.

"Losing my mind was happening. I was losing everything into nothingness. Some of it was already gone. I don't know how much. Into a never ending routine and I was almost beyond caring. It was walk off or BECOME nothing. Since I left, I find myself remembering things I had forgotten, and it happens a dozen times a day and has ever since. Like you, I don't know how much I don't know, but I know I used to know more!"

I understood. I saw guys on the line that looked like there was nothing left. I felt the threat but not like that. After another 400 cycles, who can say where I would have been?

"So I came out here. I couldn't even ask questions. He told me what I am going to tell you, or some of what I am going to tell you. He carried me into the water,"

Her eyes were filling with tears, glassing the blue and her voice was rising. I felt terrible. My heart was going out to her. I wanted to be the one who carried her into the water as I envisioned some other guy doing. My heart was reaching out to her. 

"he caressed me and somehow brought me to some level of higher consciousness. He railed me. And it was the best thing to happen to me in a very long time. It is one of my best memories still, after or even before I got here. And that is what I want for you. The BEST memory."

She pulled a hand down and wiped her eyes. She was smiling in a crying kind of way. She felt hot in my lap and her skin was flushed again and even blotchy. Her emotional moment was very compelling and I was still aware that she was full of my half-erect cock. I was caught up in it. How could I not be? She could have been an android and yet I hugged her to me and she let me. After a few moments I let her back down and she sat back, but still impaled on me, arms around my neck and looked back into my eyes. 

"You are going to meet them. Some of them. Sort of."

"What? You mean the aliens?"

"Yes. Only meet is a strong word. And here, we are the aliens. You and I and all the others are pets. Farm animals. We produce, remember?"

"You're serious." I said, making a statement out of it. 

"Yes. We provide product, but in your new capacity and in mine we also can provide some entertainment and service."

"That sounds rather ominous." I say. 

"You are correct in your interpretation. Entertainment is a broad term and so is service. Both of those generally involve production." 

I was incredulous at that. "You mean some kind of 'performance production'?"

"Yes. It usually becomes apparent what they want without instruction, and we serve sort of as in a restaurant or palace dining situation, sort of...sometimes."

"What, do I have to come out and masturbate on a plate?!!!"

She looked into my eyes and said with perfect calm, measuring. 

"It could happen. Has probably happened. I don't know. I'm a girl and they don't do that with me, exactly. At least it hasn't happened yet. It could. This is kind of the gist of it though there is no way of knowing what they will want. Remember, you are just a pet. Livestock. Performance livestock, now."

"So what happens when you and I are done here?"

"We walk into the chamber we came out of and down a different hall and into a different area. You will get a sleep room, a somewhat different cleaning pod, a relaxing pod, an exercising belt, a food pod, a production pod, and recreation time. They refer to it as recreation time but really it is just nothing time where you are allowed to interact with some others on a limited basis."

She took a breath and looked down and continued.

"You are allowed to...produce with others, but only in designated areas and the product must be...collected. There are ways. Methods they use."

"That sounds better than where I just left but maybe not a whole lot."

Her skin was cooling except for where she was resting on me. Her pussy gave a little spasm-contraction when she said the word 'methods'. That was strange. She was gazing up at me again, the hint of a smile playing around her eyes and lips. 

"It's better. A lot better. Just be prepared to be weirded out for a while. Completely."

"It can't be that strange, can it?"

Her smile materialized again. Her face was angled down slightly but her eyes looking up at me. 

"You won't hate it, I promise."

She shifted her hips and I felt my half-erect cock slide around inside her pussy. She noticed the sensation too and a look of amusement crept onto her face. She angled her hips to press me in a little more where I had slipped down a little. She spoke, 

"mmm. So...how can I help you make this time more memorable?" Her voice was more breathy. Heavier. 

"You're the expert here."

"Don't mind if I do!" She said, grinning, white teeth flashing. 

She pushed me back onto the grass so I was laying down. She was excited. She lay atop my chest and leaned in and kissed me. A full on kiss this time, our parting lips permitting our testing tongues. I was elated. This was like a drink of water after crossing a desert with 4 guaranteed mirages a day. But it was just the beginning.

Her hips gyrated over mine, grinding my growing cock into her semen filled pussy. The little twitches returned and perked up my penis with startling rapidity. Her nipples were whispering over my chest as she moved, dragging ever so slightly, and I noticed her hard, puffy nipples were leaking milk! I started up. She saw where I was looking but didn't comprehend my alarm. 

I stopped and said, "Wait, do you have a baby?"

She thought for a second. "No. No, I see what you are thinking. Sorry. I guess I should have mentioned it but I just didn't think. I was too wrapped up in the moment. Men produce things. Women produce other things. After some time in the production pods, women start to produce milk."

It made sense sort of. It answered part of my alarm but not all of it. Man, I was stupid today. How could I not think about this before?!!

"But what about getting pregnant?"

She was relieved at my question, dispelling her confusion that I was not relieved before about the milk.

"Ah. Yes. Well. What was explained to me is that while we are healthy and could become pregnant, because your seed is perfectly active, your seed has nothing to fertilize." She paused and then picked back up, confusion plain on my face as she looked into my eyes. 

"Apparently, our eggs are fought over, arriving here somewhere but not in our ovaries."

I was stunned yet again. Her eggs were gone. Eaten like, well, eggs, by some tall green Martian, sitting around a table, laughing and joking with other green Martians, savoring human caviar. My brain was trying to sneak out the back of my skull. 

"They-" was all I got out. 

"Yes. They ate my eggs. I was informed that they were divine. Weirdest moment of my life. Beyond everything else."

"But there isn't enough volume to be...I've had anatomy class. It just doesn't even make sense."

"They are not like us, very much. I don't know about the volume or anything. I just know that they savor them somehow." 

She looked nearly amused. Her body was suddenly hot on me. Her short blond hair was nearly dry. What did her eggs taste like? WHERE DID THAT THOUGHT COME FROM???

"Speaking of eating," She said. 

She got off me, slowly sliding my cock out of her pussy, she put her hand over it as my cock slipped free. She was on her knees next to me and smiling. I could see her fingers were pressing her pussy shut, her pink lips mashed together, holding my semen in. 

"This might sound strange, but you must try this. You haven't tasted food in a long time. You might not get to taste food for a long time. I don't know, but I do know that this is probably one of the few times you are going to get a chance to 'consume the product'." She giggled guiltily as if she was about to break the law. 

Then, while holding her pussy closed with one hand, she straddled my head, knees wide. I could hardly imagine that she was going to do this but understood fully that she intended me to eat her pussy and my semen. Strangely, the thought was very inviting! And saliva squirted all over in my mouth. I get to taste something! And it included pussy! 

Just as I was coming to terms with the idea, she had not lowered her pussy onto me, I felt what the delay was. She slid my cock ALL the way down her throat. Slowly, deliberately, till her lips were buried around the base of my penis, suckling at the skin where my abdomen began, and scrotum. Feeling her lips sliding on what was essentially, in my mind, part of my stomach, KNOWING where my cock was, nearly blew a load from me. 

She slid back up it and back down a few times, slowly, languidly, my cock expanding her throat and then she stopped and took a breath and asked,

"Are you ready?"

I was. Staring up at her fingers and her beautiful pink pussy lips pressed together, I said "Yes", and took those lips from protruding between her fingers into my mouth. As I did, she slid her hand out and moaned. 

I pressed her pussy lips together with mine, in control, as my cock slid back down her throat, and I slipped my tongue into her vagina between those labia. And I tasted. 

It was salty. I had tasted my own semen before but only briefly to see what the taste was like. It had a warm flavor. Salty. Meaty. Mixed with the taste of sweet pussy juice. My nose I pressed up on her anus to get my mouth over her pussy and slid my tongue all the way in. It was bathed in our juices and tasted incredible. It was steak, chicken, wine, fruits and vegetables, cheesecake, and more wine. It was everything. 

I sucked my tongue back into my mouth and a pool of juices followed it in and I let it fill. When the flow stopped, I rolled it around in my mouth and then swallowed. That was incredible.

I went back for more but had to lick it out of her. I pounded my tongue into her, slurping out every last trace from her pink folds and hole. I searched her pussy lips and sucked them clean. I searched her hole and sucked it clean. I searched her clit and...it needed a lot of cleaning. I couldn't help smiling at the thought, especially after I was brought back to the full reality of what was going on by her continued swallowing of my cock. 

She squirmed and moaned at the sucking of her clit. I dived into it with gusto, rhythmically suck-licking it. She appeared to get into the rhythm of it instantly. After about two minutes-I didn't stop to wonder at the stupid thought and the implication of the amount of time, I just conceded the point in my brain, she began to show signs of orgasm. 

I noticed her anus puckering and her labia around her hole pulsing somehow. At the same time, I was so turned on I could not hold back. I wanted to tell her to pull me out and I fidgeted, tapping her sides with my hands but she thrust her clit against my tongue and BURRIED my cock in her throat, and SUCKED. 

I was helpless below the waist. My cock erupted, I could only imagine now deep in her throat, pulsing semen deep into her, beyond her capacity to spit it out. At the same moment she came. Her pussy sprayed my face with a quick spritz in time with her orgasm and then it did it again. And again. A total of ten times this happened and my head was covered in...girl cum? Except it wasn't like semen. 

I had heard about the phenomenon and seen porno, but it all just looked like pissing to me. This wasn't urine. At least not precisely. I continued to suck at her clit and she stroked her throat up and down my cock, giving herself a chance to breathe. I don't know when her hands grasped my balls, but they released them now. She seemed all excited. She licked up around my cock as I bathed her pussy and then she got off and came up to see me, straddling me again and looking at my drenched face. 

"Awesome!" She exclaimed. "Hold still."

She reached down and guided my still pretty erect cock back into her pussy and then she lay down on my chest and took my head in her hands. Then, she proceeded to lick me. It dawned on me that it seemed kind of selfish but almost immediately, she kissed me, sharing her cum juice between every slurp. 

It was an altogether different flavor and texture than the semen pussy juice but it was fantastic. It was still a little slippery, but lighter and not as meaty. As she finished the tongue bath, she rested her head on my shoulder but started gently, ever so slightly, doing little, slow up-downs on my cock. 

Who was this girl??? My girlfriend was hot, but this girl made her seem like a slab of cold fish. Wait, why was I comparing the two?

"Mmmmm." she moaned. 

"You are..." I couldn't finish it. There were no words. She was still doing the little up-downs with her pelvis, real slow. She finished for me.

"The best memory?"

I almost couldn't believe it but she had it right. Here I was lying on a patch of soft green grass in the shade, on a warm day, in a huge jungle garden, after swimming in a refreshing pond, with a gorgeous girl laying on top of me who has just given me easily the best, most uninhibited sex of my life. 

"Yes."

She hugged me, pressing her pussy further down on me. My arms around her, I held her to me. We lay like that for a long time. Probably as long as an exercise cycle. 'Stupid brain' I thought. Don't bring that into this. 

My cock never retreated. It wasn't precisely erect, but definitely not flaccid. She continued her little up-down pelvic undulations, ever so slowly. They seemed unconscious for her. 




Recycled Reused Ch. 02



I gazed up at the sky through the tree leaves. Listened to the birds, and water spilling somewhere. She pet my head while resting hers on my shoulder. If my life ended there, I would have been fine with that. 

I thought about home. The home I hadn't seen in a long time. Like it or not, the metal box had been my home. My girlfriend was gone. My job long since gone, probably half of the staff at the restaurant not even the same as when I worked there. Right now, people were complaining about their taxes, being rushed to the hospital, listening to a commencement address or watching television. Sleeping in their bed, or yelling at the kids. It seemed like an old TV show in my mind. 

Then there was the here and now. It couldn't last forever. I was getting hungry. A load of semen and pussy juice reminded my brain what food was and I was hungry. My stomach rumbled loudly and my mouth watered. I couldn't remember the last time it did that like this. It continued, but Kera didn't seem to notice. 

She was great. I could not have asked for more. Expecting to step off the line into a blender, instead I got her, and a swim, and a beautiful garden. I got to eat every meal I had ever enjoyed from her pussy. She was an angel. Sent to heal me. 

I couldn't help but wonder what was next and began to dread it. The fact that she was here was a glimmer of hope that there was a future but she never said the blender wasn't out there somewhere. In fact, she indicated that there were other options for different guys depending on the guys. Did guys that didn't produce go somewhere horrible? Did guys that freaked out or punched other guys go into a big cage and fight over each others carcasses while aliens looked on and made bets? My imagination was running away with it and I had to force it to stop.

There were obviously multiple systems I knew of based on my experience and what Kera said. A guy system for regular production that I was in, a girl one (what did that look like?), a bad guy one, and a good guy one. Probably a good girl one. Maybe that was the same as the good guy one. Maybe I could see Kera all the time!! That would be nice. Probably a bad girl one. Of course, maybe the bad girl one was the same as the good guy one. An evil chuckle emerged from my lips at the joke. 

"What are you thinking, you?" Kera said, smiling up at me.

"I was thinking about where bad girls go." I said smiling too, looking into those eyes.

"Funny. Yes. No, I don't think bad girls go everywhere here." She said, still smiling. "I've been a particularly good girl so I got to go here. To be with you. You don't know this but I have been watching you. I have had my eye on you since the day you transported in." She grinned.

"How is that even possible?"

"You'll see. I like the way you didn't freak out at the production chamber. You looked so stunned but you didn't balk. You came to terms with it with remarkable alacrity." 

Is it possible she was watching?

"I also like the way you rub your beautiful scalp and then scratch your ass when you get up after a sleep. I try to be where I can watch you whenever I can. You are beautiful. ESPECIALLY when you run. Wow! Your huge cock is incredible, dangling along with you. I imagine you as a barbarian, running across the field with your shield and your hammer to kill the Huns and then take me prisoner, back from them, and make me your sex slave."

She laughed lightly and easily.

"I know, it probably sounds stupid but it's what I have. Don't knock it. As far as things go, it's not a bad fantasy. Actually a little on the bland side after all this, I suppose."

She had been watching me. All that time. Every time I stepped into a function station chamber, she could have been there, watching me forced to poop, orgasm, or pee. And she liked it. 

"In case you are wondering, yes, every time you go to a production pod, if it is remotely possible, I am there." She looked embarrassed, but not away. Very serious. "I wouldn't miss watching you come if I have the choice."

"Really?"

"Yup. Other guys are interesting, but there is just something about you. And I was onto you before your semen production went through the roof. I think that is why they let me be here today. For you. They want to see us together. To try to understand or maybe because they already understand something I don't. Others try to watch you too. More than the other guys in that system. But they know I saw you first."

"Why. What in the world could you think is special about me?"

"I don't know. But I could pick you out of a line up with my eyes closed. It happens here. With others too sometimes I've heard. I don't know if it is like with me and you, but there it is."

"That dress does nothing for you." I said. 

She laughed. "It's all they have. They don't seem to think we need clothing. We are farm animals, I told you. But I think somebody freaked out at some point, or attacked a naked person when they hadn't seen another person of the opposite sex for a long time, so they probably relied on convention and dressed a greeting person and it works."

"I am starving." I said, over the sound of my stomach rumbling.

"I know. Me too."

She sat up slowly, angling her legs so she could stay on my cock. Feet up on either side of my head in the soft grass, seated on my hips and cock buried in her pussy still, where her pussy seemed to still suck at it, she reached down and grabbed my head with her hands. She pulled me up toward her. I moved to sit up but she stopped me. She said,

"I can tide you over."

She angled her right breast toward my mouth. SERIOUSLY? Her breast did look full. Milk. She has milk and she is going to give it to me. Let me suck it from her breasts. Drink her essence. I glanced up into her eyes. She looked down at me with what could only be called love. Not motherly kind, but a kind which said, 'I am for you, all of me'. Leaning down to meet my lips, her nipple slid into my mouth already dripping milk. Droplets fell from her other breast and she reached up and pinched it closed. 

I sucked gently on her smooth nipple and was rewarded with a mouthful of milk. It was very warm and heavy and sweet. It was nectar. Woman nectar. Angel nectar. I swallowed and my stomach rejoiced. I reveled in it. Sucking it slowly, feeling it spray into my mouth. It came out before or after I sucked and swallowed. It WANTED to be drank. I took about 10 slow swallows and the flow had stopped or nearly stopped completely. I couldn't help but notice my cock raging in erection inside her. 

She looked somehow intense, watching me carefully, almost alarmed. Why? Then I figured it out, her nipple and areola clenched in my lips, she wanted me to hurry up and get the other one she was still holding. I released her and angled over to the other breast and she slipped her nipple into my mouth with her fingers behind a spray of milk which I captured with my mouth. She mashed my head into her breast and I slurped up her milk. Sucking hard. Her pussy responded.

Milk gushed into my mouth on the first couple sucks and I got real, healthy swallows of milk. A surprising amount for her average-sized breasts. I would have judged her a B cup upon our meeting but now she was an easy C. Glancing over at her other breast, it was visibly smaller than when I first closed my lips on it. She had an impressive volume of milk!

I continued to suck until the nipple gave no more and then I nibbled it slightly. She squirmed and her pussy grasped my cock in spasms. 

"Can you go again?" she asked. 

"Even if it kills me." I replied looking up into her eyes, my head between her hands. 

We did it again, me on top. I put her down on the grass and put her legs up in the crooks of my arms and pounded her little body. I reamed her for all I was worth and she accepted it all. She kept her hands on me, pressing me into her everywhere. She came, but I wasn't ready. Her pussy spasmed over my thrusting cock and her back arched. I had never seen an orgasm like hers ever before. Her eyes glazed, her arms fell and her body convulsed, halfheartedly. Her pussy gripped my cock like a vise and spritz of pussy cum sprayed my nut sack on her contractions. I kept on. Thrusting. Jamming her with cock. 

After some time, her orgasm slowed and she regained some measure of self control and she grabbed me again. She was all sweaty, her face, breasts. She looked into my eyes with grim determination to not stop. At least that is how I interpreted it. She wanted me to pound her!

I kept going. I felt my cum boiling in me and got ready to put it deep in her again. She felt my resolve and started to cum again! Losing herself again, her hands fell from me and then almost involuntarily came up to my hips, grabbing me, pulling me into her harder. I exploded. She spritzed my nut sack and thighs again! I held myself deep in her pussy, my cock throbbing almost painfully. I didn't have much semen I don't think, but there was some. 

The orgasm was short for me. She finished after I did. Her pussy milking. Massaging any possibility of cum from deep within me. She looked up at me, completely happy and relaxed. She seemed unable to control what her pussy was doing but was totally unconcerned by it. I lifted myself out of her slowly, and she got a frowny-pouty look on her face. And yet, she flashed dimples of a smile.

I held her legs up and moved down and slurped at her pussy. 

"YES!" She cried as my tongue touched her.

I licked every trace of our orgasms from her. When I licked her clit, she started, laughing. Every time my tongue when over her clit I got the same jump reaction. She was sensitive. After about the 4th time, she said,

"Okay! Okay-okay-okay. That's enough of that!"

She pushed her legs down and sat up and went for my cock. Also sensitive, she was delicate and slow, but she licked me clean. Everywhere. She even licked my anus. And I let her. It felt animal. 

When she was done. She hugged herself to me and said, "Thank you for letting me be yours."

"Thank you. Thank you for helping me, and telling me everything." After some thought, "you truly are a 'spoon full of sugar'."

She giggled. Laughed loud. "YOU ARE CORNY!"

"Guilty as charged."

"I love it! Nobody else is corny, ever!"

I laughed. Good. I could do with some more of her company, and if she liked my dumb sense of humor, I was fine with that. 

"So what now?" I asked. 

"Now we go back in. We could stay out here but they wouldn't like that. Our time out here, as far as they are concerned, is orientation, not a life choice. We go back in and you start in a new capacity. There will be some shocking stuff, but then in a way, you are used to that. You will probably visit a food pod, a rest pod, and then a production pod. You probably won't produce much and you might be a little sore, but you don't really get a choice on that one."

She stood up and pulled me up with her. We began walking back toward the way we came in. I was hesitant but she acted like she expected it and paused and pulled me along firmly and gently. Our bare feet back in the dirt. She left the dress where it lay, completely disregarding her nudity and mine. 

"Also, there is no line. I should have said that. There is no line but the lights tell you where to go. They are off where you won't go, and on where you will. There is some routine you will recognize. You will not be required to do anything today but assimilate into your new surroundings. There will be a running belt thing later and you will get to do a sleep. After your sleep your new life starts in earnest. I will try to be there for you but if I am not there are others."

She continued. "You will be allowed to talk to other people, but be aware, they might have something they need to do or somewhere to be. During rest times are the best time to talk with others. Sometimes you will be put with others in a rest area. That is nice, but try to remember, you might need the rest and they might too."

"Nothing will harm you or damage you. That could hurt production. That would be bad."

I nodded. "Have you done this, this orientation, for any other guys?"

She looked guilty and embarrassed. She had. She answered immediately though.

"Yes. I have done this for 5 others. But I want you to know something. I didn't agree to it when I was asked to do it the first time. I didn't want to. But then you were here. They wanted me to do it still and I wanted to do it for you. I practiced, so they would let me have you."

I considered it. How many guys had she been with? While I was plugging away in my metal box. Did it matter. Did I care that much? So what? It's not as if we had diseases. She obviously felt something very special toward me, but how? Why? Because of the way I scratch my ass??? I do scratch my ass when I wake up. She has been watching. Did I feel that way toward her, or was I clinging to her because she was a life ring to a drowning man?

"Remember what I said about things being different here. The social conventions you, we, used to know aren't here. They don't amount to anything. You may find yourself in situations that are just wrong based on what you were taught, how you grew up. You will realize though, with time, that they don't amount to anything. What amounts to something is production. Production, and the art of production."

Art of production. 

"Art of production?"

"You'll see. Just breathe and continue. Breathe and continue. That's how to keep from getting sent down or worse. It's also how to move up. You'll do fine. Trust me."

We were coming to the metal door. I started to shake a little. My skin was clammy and my hand was sweating but she gripped it and led me along. She was confident and there was something almost eager in her walk. She WANTED me in there. 

Reaching the door I wondered that I thought that this was all real. Her story. Everything that I was about to take for granted while stepping into my new life. She looked up at me. 

"Ready?"

"No."

She smiled and we took the final step up to the door. But at least I had company. Confident, beautiful, incredibly sexy company. Company who until two minutes ago (GRRRR! TWO MINUTES!!!) was licking my cock clean. 

We stepped and the door whisked open. Inside was the metal room we had left, and there was a long hallway off to the back. She led me in and we began our walk. 

Walking down the hall, she looked back at me. Smiled yet again, looking sympathetic to the look of dread that I must have worn. 

"You okay?"

"I guess. I don't have much choice."

"Everything will be fine. I will try to get back to you before your sleep."

We approached a door at the end of a long hallway, which whisked open into a room just like the one I started in so long ago. A metal box with a round disk in the ceiling. I stood there looking at her. 

"Just step into the room and stand still."

I leaned down and hugged her to me and then kissed her. I kissed her as if we were long lost lovers. She returned my kiss. She pulled back first and stood there in my embrace. She ran her hand over my scalp. Somehow exactly like I do in the morning. It felt good. She pushed me into the room. 

"See you later, ass-scratcher!" She laughed. 

I couldn't help but laugh too. I intoned in a snarky, overdone way, "Okay, later 'shuug'!"

She burst out laughing afresh. This was like the beginning of a great relationship! I didn't have time to revel in it though. Something was going to happen. Was this where I would be teleported from? It looked exactly like the room I started in. I stepped over to where I remembered being and turned to face the doorway. Somehow I was afraid she wouldn't still be standing there but she was. Smiling. Teeth white. Nipples pink. Pussy lips sticking out. Blond hair still short, still kind of slicked back from the water but tousled from sex. I was ready to fall in love. And then she was gone.



Recycled Reused Ch. 03



It looked like nothing changed, except she disappeared. The light was instantaneously dimmer and at the same instant she was gone, except she wasn't! The floor was transparent and she was there. Standing in the exact spot in a doorway exactly like the one here. She looked up and smiled and waved at me. At where she thought I was. I waved furiously back. I probably looked like an idiot. It dawned on me that she couldn't see me. She wasn't looking right at me but kind of next to where I was. 

She turned and left. I glanced quickly around me and noticed the room was exactly like the one below but darker, lit by half from below. The drains in the floor were there but transparent. The light disk in the ceiling below me was there too, dark from above, but the rest of the floor was clearer than glass. I rushed to follow. To see where she was going but caution got the better of me. 

I peeked out the hallway and saw that it ended about 20 feet down, right where hers did, but she was already walking out and the door to mine wasn't even open. The door to my hallway wasn't transparent. The walls weren't either. They were shiny metal, just like in the rooms below me. 

The light in the hallway came on as I approached, as if recognizing me or was on a motion sensor. For all I knew, giant 'Martians' were sitting in a control room watching, deciding when to turn lights on. I thought about watching to see if anybody came or went down below but as I considered it, the lights down below went out. There was a quiet rushing sound. A hum. Something was going on down there but I couldn't make out anything, the light from above glaring on the transparent floor but not enough light came up from the shiny floor under it to make out what was going on. 

I looked down the hall. My stomach rumbled. Might as well get this over with. 

I walked down the hall, and as I expected, the door whisked open. Onto another hall. I was somehow surprised that there was no line of guys. In fact, I got the sneaking suspicion that wherever that line of guys was, it was going to move in about 20 seconds. 

Everything else was the same, except for the floor. The floor was dark. Transparent, but revealing nothing. I looked to the left and to the right and the light in the hall led to the right. The left was dark. Down the hall to the right I could see light coming up from below. It was another room, or hall or something. Throwing caution to the wind, I rushed down there. Ran. 

I came upon it, screeching to a halt, the skin on my feet making squeaking sounds on the floor as I halted. There below me was the line. Guys. Standing in line. Waiting. And then, whether coincidence or not, they moved. 

They looked almost dead. Like machines. I could feel their fear of the unknown yet I was in the unknown they feared. Wake up! My mind screamed at them. Their line bumped forward. The guys, expressionless. Is that what I looked like? Did someone stand here and scream at me to wake up? Did Kera? Is this how Kera watched me? Like an angel from above? 

I didn't wait for the line to bump forward again. There was nothing there for me. I had seen everything down there. Done everything there was to do. That part of my life was over. I needed to move on, badly. 

I looked ahead and then walked right over the heads of the guys below me. The hallway turned to the right again and there was a function station. In a room. All by itself. Door open. Waiting. Inviting. 

I had cum already, what, three times in the space of just a few hours. I wasn't ready. My muscles for orgasmic purposes were achy. My cock was achy. But there it was. I did need to pee though. I walked up and mounted the dais and climbed into the familiar machine. 

I fitted my legs into the slots and toes into the sockets. I guided my anus over the plug and nuts and cock into the pouch and tube. I lay on the forms with my mouth over the rest-gag and arms into the armholes. The door whisked down and the chamber formed to fit me in every detail. The familiar caress was like coming home in a way. But coming home after a long night out partying. It was reality, coming home to roost. Waking from a dream. A dream that had a beautiful woman in it.

The familiar sensation of another tube slithering into my penis completed my return to reality. The plug in my ass swelled. The ejaculation sequence began on my hard worked parts and I thought about Kera. I ejaculated forcefully, but painfully, my muscles upset at being used again so soon. The penis tube flushed and retracted and my anal cleansing began. I pictured Kera. She smiled a lot. Who was watching me right now?

The chamber finished and I got out. My skin had the old familiar residue on it. The chamber lights went out but it did a cleaning cycle anyway. I had never seen one dark before. The lights came on in the hallway across from the chamber and I started toward it. As I rounded the corner and walked down the next hall I spied another bright spot in the floor. I didn't rush up to it like I had the first time but when I got there I saw something I didn't expect. 

The women's line. 

Below me was a line of athletic looking women. They were different ages but they all looked great! They were totally naked. And hairless, except they had hair on their heads. For some it was slicked this way or that. Long or short. Curly or straight. All different colors. Like normal! Their breasts were big or medium. I could see about ten women in the hallway. As I stared at them, my brain sucking it all in, I came to the slow realization, looking at their faces, they were just as dead as the men. 

They were all beautiful in their own fashion, but lacking animation. Spark. It wasn't there. Presumably they had it, but it was hiding. 

I continued on my way. At the corner, I turned and stepped into a room with a sustenance station. I got fed. Then it was off to an exercise station. The belt. I got glimpses of the men and women below me in hallways but my brain had already somewhat dismissed them. I was more focused on what lay ahead. 

After the exercise station, there was a cleansing station. It was different. There was the chamber, but above my head and at my ankles were loops of the crystal clear material on transparent armatures from above and below. I stepped in, unsure of what they were for but a little frightened that they might be for my hands and feet. The lights went out except for coming from the loops. My suspicion confirmed. 

I went ahead and did it. The loops tightened and lifted me, spreading my legs and arms. Then, another armature came out of the ceiling. It was crystal clear too. It had a nozzle-brush type of thing on the end and began spraying and scrubbing me. The scrubbing used the familiar surfactant and the brush/nozzle was FAST. It knew every inch of my body and how to scrub it. I didn't understand at first why the difference but then realized that the brush was exfoliating my skin very lightly. 

My skin was invigorated. It felt like I hadn't been clean in years! When the brush/nozzle finished, it disappeared and out of the chamber walls sprayed WATER! Cool, clear, clean water. It washed the surfactant from me. I tasted the water. It was fantastic! I took a swallow. Gulped it down with such pleasure. I opened my mouth for another but the water shut off and a drying cycle began. It was just as vicious as usual. It blew the water from me, leaving me moist but mostly dry. 

The chamber door whisked open and the lights came on leading me away. A few droplets of water fell on the floor behind me as I walked to the next hallway. I felt capital. Clean. And not greasy. 

The lights lead me to a room down a hallway that had light coming up through the transparent floor. There was a sofa-like feature of the crystal clear plastiyc/rubber material running around the outside of the room. That was new. But what really shocked me was the room below was a function station. For women. 

Directly below, just a few feet away, the line of women came up a dais, closer to where I stood. The line entered from my left and exited to my right. A woman was getting out of the chamber. She looked completely expressionless. The chamber door went down and it did a cleaning cycle and then back up. The next woman in line moved to get in. She was well put together. Her breasts were large and nipples and areolas puffed out nicely. 

She slipped her legs into the slots and then maneuvered her butt and vagina over plugs and sat down gently, wiggling, presumably to seat them comfortably up inside her. She lay forward on the forms and put her mouth over a mouth gag and slipped her arms into the armholes. The chamber closed on her and fitted to her over her legs, butt, back, neck, head, arms. Immediately I saw a stream of liquid leave the tube below her vagina and tubes that left her breasts turned light with milk. Her breasts were being massaged. Sucked. Drained of milk. Manipulated.

For that matter, so was her but and vagina. There was movement in there. More than in the guy chamber. Her body tensed, and bursts of fluid washed down a different tube from her vagina. This went on for some time. About the time her breasts stopped giving milk, her contractions stopped and then something else started. A stream of brown poo shot down the butt plug tube. It was flushed, and then the chamber opened. It released her. 

She stepped out casually. Expressionless. Her hair plastered to her head by the chamber. She didn't even fix it. The next woman stepped up and the process started all over again. I sat down on the sofa feature and it gently molded to my butt and thighs. I sat there and watched. 

There were thin girls. Thicker, girls. Black girls. Asians. Every shape and color. Many of them had short hair but not a majority. They all had a few things in common. Their nails were gone. None of them were flat chested (Some of them had commanding breasts). Their breasts sagged with the weight of milk. They all had puffy nipples. Not so puffy after leaving the chamber. There was no expression. 

Then there was a new girl. I spotted her instantly. She was terrified. It looked like she was moaning before she even turned the corner. Her hands gesticulated more and more the closer she got to the station. She couldn't bring herself to even look at it. She kept turning and turning. I saw her whisper or try to speak but the others ignored her. 

She climbed the dais when the girl in front of her got out. I didn't think she had any clue that it wasn't just a rest chamber or something. She shook her hands back and forth and before she realized what she was doing she was getting in. 

She slid her legs in. She was confused on what to do. She hadn't paid attention. She went to sit down and THEN discovered the plugs. She screamed and looked as if she was going to leap out of the chamber. The girl behind her said something. I couldn't hear but the girl in the chamber closed her eyes and sat down. She was crying. The plugs slipped into her and she more or less bounced down the rest of the way. 

She reached her arms forward and lay down. She hesitatingly placed her mouth over the gag. The door closed. The chamber contained an explosion of emotion. I could see her body shaking with sobs and surprises. I didn't know if a woman could orgasm in that condition but she did. Forcefully. Her breasts produced no milk, but there was sucking going on. Her bladder was full of yellow urine. Everyone else's urine is pale or clear. 

If her orgasm produced ejaculate, I did not see any. There were definite full-body contractions though. Then her butt was cleaned. She recoiled the little that the chamber would allow and recoiled again and again. I felt terrible for her. The poor girl. Taken so fully advantage of by a machine. She didn't have a clue. She just did what the others did. 

The door opened and she tried to get out. She had some difficulty getting off the plugs. Her first attempt was if they weren't still in her but she realized her mistake and lifted up and clambered out and landed squarely on the floor on her hands and knees. She was sobbing. The woman behind her said 'go'! Or something like it. The poor girl crawled down the dais and into line. She stood up about the time the line bumped again. 

The lights in the rest station came on. It was time for something. I followed the lights out. I did a routine of function station, food station, exercise station and then I was sent to a sleep station. I could not be more ready for it. It was directly over another sleep station where was a woman sleeping, the light dim. I climbed into my pallet and passed out. 

The lights blinked on and I looked around. The dark, transparent floor below me revealed nothing. The doorway was open and the hall light was on to the right. I got up and walked out. I walked down the hall to a function station and was met by Kera!

She slammed into me for a hug and a kiss. Her breasts mashed against me. Her lips locked on mine, my head firmly grasped between her hands. 

"Ugh! It's so good to see you." She intoned, very excited. 

"You too!"

"I didn't get any free time after I left you yesterday. I got debriefed and then it was pods, the rest of the day."

"What was the debrief? Do you actually talk to these aliens? What do they look like?"

She chuckled. "We're the aliens, remember?" She winked. "Yes, we meet 'face to head-like thing'. They are, not, anything like us really. I think that is why they are so fascinated by us. We are an enigma. We talk through a communicator device that translates but they don't talk with words or speech. I don't know what generates the language for them. They may be telepathic for all I know."

"So, what, did you go sit at a table and have a round-robin discussion?" I smiled, unable to imagine it. 

"No. I went to a chamber and they are visible through the wall and you speak with them."

"What did you talk about?"

"They just wanted to know about you. They asked me what being with you was like, if I had any problems they didn't see, or if I anticipated any. They want to know if you can produce more. Or if you will balk at performances."

"What did you tell them?"

"I told them you would probably be fine if you were treated as well as the rest of us."

"Did they ask if I wanted to go home?" I joked. 

She looked at me very seriously, considering. I was getting concerned when she spoke again. 

"I have never heard of anyone going 'home' as you mean it. If it was on the table, would you want to go?" Her eyes were measuring.

What do I say to that? I started to say 'Of course!' but never got it out. She saw me start and I think she suspected what I was going to say. 

"I guess I don't know. I have wanted nothing else since I got here except to know why."

"You have sleep, food, exercise, health, rest. What more can you get back 'home'?"

"Freedom?"

"Freedom is relative. Were you ever completely free?"

"Well, no, but-"

"We should not be talking about it. I am sorry. I let myself be hurt because I don't want to think of you away from me. I am being selfish." 

It was the first time she had ever interrupted me. Talked when I was talking. I was startled by it. I had hit a big nerve. 

"But don't you want to go home?" I asked.

"There are rules there, and rules here. There, is work, food, sleep, play, love. Here there is work, food, sleep, play...and I believe love."

She paused. I never thought about this as a life choice.

"There is disease, hurt, famine, war, lies. Here there is no disease, no real hurt, no famine, no war that touches us here, no lies. None to speak of or I know of anyway. There is clothes, pretense, fashion, the Joneses. Here there is nudity, honesty, what you see is what you get. There, there is a life that has gone on without us. People that have moved on. Living, loving, playing softball without us."

I wasn't sure what her endgame was. I didn't buy into her point of view but it's merit was undeniable and honest.

"Sure, we are in their hearts, but they are not thinking about us much. Here is a new life. There is time to live it. There are people to live it with and share it with. I won't lie to you. It has challenges. Much taller mountains in some ways than Earth. Challenges for you you probably could never dream of on Earth. But is it any worse. Could it even be better?"

She paused and looked at me. Her words sat on top of my consciousness, not wanting to sink in but they began to. She took my hand and smiled. 

"I am sorry for interrupting you. Come on. Let's get your day started. There is plenty of time to think and talk about things philosophically later."

She led me up the dais and helped me into the function station. Tucking her words away for later I let her. She handed me into the station as if I were her lady. I smiled at that. It felt funny but somehow right. She looked amazing. The skin on her upper chest was flushed slightly. Her nipples seemed pinker than yesterday.

I fed my butt onto the plug and sack into the pouch. My erect penis dropped into the tube and I leaned forward. She sat down on the floor in front of the chamber below me and to my right. Why would she do that? Then, as the door whisked shut and I was pressed in upon, I realized it was so she could get a closer look at me ejaculating! I closed my eyes. 

The process started and I pictured her sitting there, her pussy lips pressed against the floor, her juices making a wet spot. I was ready to ejaculate and a contraction hit my loins before it was even induced by the chamber! That had never happened before. My bladder was still emptying when it happened. Then, when the machine started contracting me I was ahead of it. I could feel her eyes on me though I couldn't see her. I knew her gaze was on my utterly helpless body. I felt naked inside. 

My ejaculation started and I could feel it leaving me and I faintly heard her squeal and start clapping! I couldn't help but feel myself laughing, as much as the chamber would let me. It finished me and cleaned out my rectum while she watched. It was humiliating but somehow hilarious. I was used to it in front of the guys. It was like taking a dump in a locker room with the guys but in front of her it felt like my deepest secrets were put on display, on stage. 

The door opened and I saw her stand up, hands clasped, her flushed face split in a huge smile, her eyes filled with excitement. I was smiling and I got out of the chamber and she grabbed my hand.

"That was awesome! I have been wanting to see you do that up close since I first saw you."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I feel somehow really, really exposed." I said.

"That's what makes it so awesome! Knowing you knew the whole time I was watching. Meow! That was hot!"

I understood. I wanted very much to see her in the function station chamber. Almost as much as I wanted to see her on me again. I wanted to see the milk stolen from her nipples and her pussy pulsate on the phallus. I even wanted to see the poop shoot down the plug tube, taken from her, whether she willed it or no. 

"Come on. Lets go to the food pod!"

I followed along, her hand pulling me. I was already wrapped up in her excitement and happy to be dragged along. She was beautiful. My eyes trailed down her bouncing breasts and I glanced at her pussy and stared at her ass as she dragged me down the hall. She looked back and saw me staring.

"See something there you want?"

"Yes. Yes."

"Good. I don't know if we can do anything about it but we'll see."

She dragged me into a sustenance station room there were several chambers.

"Why do you call them pods?" I asked. 

"Why? What do you call them?" She asked back. 

"I call them chambers. This is a sustenance station with chamber."

"Oh. Well, I guess that is at least as accurate. Maybe more. Different people call them different things. Sometimes not very nice things."




Recycled Reused Ch. 03



"I guess I can see that." I said stepping into a lighted chamber.

Our chambers closed and we were fed. We finished and she said,

"Come on. They want to meet you."

I was immediately nervous. And I felt naked again. Still. She led me down a hall, lights preceding us and passing over lines of guys and girls in lighted halls. She never even glanced at them. We turned a corner and entered an empty room. We stood in the middle and the lights dimmed. 

A voice, neither masculine nor feminine came through the wall somehow in front of us and lights in an adjacent room came up. That or the wall just showed what was on the other side.

"Hello." Echoed the voice, harshly in the metal room. 

On the other side of the wall were three...things. They looked like ants. Sort of. Standing upright. They were dark and shiny, much taller than I. They stood upright, with oval heads. They appeared to have an exoskeleton, like an ant or beetle but it appeared more supple. And almost sticky. Their eyes were the size of softballs but flat, liquid black centers very large surrounded by a rim of shiny gold. Their eyes blinked slowly and occasionally. The part of head that I would have called a face was semi-rounded, not just flat, and featureless except for their eyes and a mouth. At least I thought it was a mouth. 

A large dimple, squeezed shut by the top and bottom into a straight line across above where their chin would be, if it wasn't just a round head. The wide, squeezed, dimple of a mouth moved, flexed, but never opened. 

Their neck and body were large segments, just like an insect, dark and shiny. A pair of arms with too many elbows reached around from where they appeared to come out of their back. They appeared to have just one set of arms and one set of legs. Bipedal in nature. 

Their legs were large and powerful looking and jointed like human legs, yet they appeared the same as the armored-looking upper segments, exoskeleton. Their lower abdomen hung down between the large "thighs" and from it hung two large, soft looking phallic features. 

I didn't have any longer to study them through the window-wall. 

"Hello." I said

"Welcome. Are you well?" The thing had inflection and tone. It wasn't just computer voice.

"Thank you. Yes."

"Has Kera treated you kindly?"

"Kera is wonderful. Yes."

"Good. She is to be rewarded."

"Nothing would please me more." I said, trying to bank some good will. 

Kera beamed at me. Her thankful eyes tearing, full of pride and joy. 

"Your production has been remarkable. We are pleased with you and would like more. Has Kera explained this?"

"Yes. I suppose, but I would like further clarification that she has not had time to give."

"We understand. Can you perform?"

"I-I don't know what you mean. Perhaps you could show me?"

Some pause at that. 

"Yes. You will be shown. 

The lights in the other room went down or the transparency disappeared. The lights in our room came up and Kera looked at me smiling. 

"How did I do?"

"Great." She said, appreciatively, but there was something reserved. 

"Now what?"

"Well, presumably you will get to watch a performance of some kind." A hint of caution in her voice.

"Let's go."

We started off. Kera didn't lead me as was becoming her norm. She was obviously still excited, but it looked more nervous now. 

"What's wrong?" I asked. 

She didn't answer right away. And started twice before answering in earnest.

"I don't know what they are going to have you watch."

"That bad?"

"No, that's the thing. More often than not, the things they have us do are pretty straight-forward. Sometimes they are a bit..."

"What? Scary? Dangerous? Disgusting?"

"Yes."

"Which one?"

She paused. "Maybe all of them."

"At once? But I am new here. Why would they..." I didn't finish.

"It's performance art. But it's real. It can be real. The idea is that our emotions change our...flavor. And I think they like drama."

She let that sink in as we walked down the hall. 

"Can you give me a for example? Do they put two in a bottle and see if they can get them to fight?"

"No. We are here."

We turned a corner and there was a room. A large room with a large doorway. The lights on my half of the doorway went out. Kera sighed and let go of my hand and stepped through alone. The instant she did, the door whisked shut between us and I could still see. It was transparent. I called out,

"Kera!"

She looked back at me and did a 'stay calm' motion with her hand. I was pressed up against the door watching. The lights came back on in the room. Kera moved toward the wall to the right. She looked very alert and wary. The lights showed her pale form, paler than usual. Her nipples were hard and she looked around quickly. 

Low doorways opened on the far side of the room and in slunk low figures. They looked like spiders. They were spiders! Or might as well have been. With bodies the size of huge beach balls. Their legs on the front and back were long but on the sides were shorter and thicker. They were about 2 feet tall but about 4 feet wide including their legs. Their bodies were smooth and shiny, just like the ant-like creatures in the other room. 

Their eyes shone back at me from their bodies but I couldn't make out more than two per creature. There were ten of them and they moved delicately and deliberately around the outer edge of the room but toward me and Kera, who was standing just toward my right, about 20 feet away. I banged on the door and screamed her name.

"Kera!!!!"

She heard me and gave me the calm hand again but she was very wary. At her movement the spider creatures reacted slightly. They started moving in her direction, slowly. She started moving around the room toward them on the far side to my left. I was horrified. My heart pounded and I was trembling in fear. This wasn't art! This was a sick!

Kera led the spiders away from me and suddenly one walked in front of the door from my right. I jumped back but instantly was back at the door. It continued gliding toward her. I banged on the door again, hurting my hands. Then, the one that past me in front of the door sprinted at her, away from me, with amazing speed. But the speed was too fast to change direction because it jumped at her and was airborne too early, and she had time to read it and leapt to the left, away from the others and out of the path of the flying creature. 

The others took her movement as an invitation and they charged her en masse. She dodged again and turned, running toward me, the only direction left to her. On of them reached out a foreleg and tripped her heel, trying to grab her but she jumped ahead. The door could have opened then and she could have run into my arms but she knew it wouldn't. She turned on a dime and two of the spiders leapt from behind her and barreled into the door, leaving greasy looking smears. She never saw the one that crashed into her from my right.

It bashed into her at amazing speed and she was pushed over backwards right in front of me. I screamed at her,

"Get up!"

But before I could even get the words out, the spiders that were chasing her toward the door were on her. Their legs held hers and her arms. She struggled fiercely but to no avail. To my terror, they reached their hind legs back to collect spun sticky silk from their spinnerets, just like spiders do, and they wrapped her and stuck her to the floor by her hands and legs. She screamed a little bit and struggled mightily but she was stuck. All the spiders clambered over her naked body trying to help. I couldn't watch them devour her. My beautiful Kera. But I couldn't tear my gaze away. 

The spiders fell into calm as she was immobilized, spread-eagled and pasted to the floor. One spider took a glistening, sticky hind leg appendage, covered with gluey, clear snot from its spinneret hole and rammed it into her anus. Another spider did the same with another appendage into her pussy. And yet another did the same with her mouth. She was effectively speared in all her orifices. Then the spiders began to twitch their appendages. She twitched with them, as if she had a choice. She looked over at me through the door. I suspected she couldn't see me but she looked. Tears rolled down her temples.

Her body tensed as if..as if in orgasm. No way. I couldn't get my mind around it. It was impossible. But there it was again. She looked at me again and her body pulsed. It struggled involuntarily against its bonds, the webs that tied it. She was coming. It did not look pleasurable but there was some level of surrender to it in her eyes. The spiders were furious. They climbed all over each other and I was sure she would be killed and eaten. But she wasn't. 

She pulsed and convulsed for several minutes with the spiders climbing all over her. Stuffing her with goo and twitching. PETTING HER. Then, the spiders pulled out and walked off. Calmly. As if she didn't exist. They found their way back through the low doors and they doors closed. But she lay there, pasted to the floor, her pussy oozing clear slime and pussy juice, her reamed anus oozing the same. Her lips and cheeks were covered as well and tears wet her cheeks. There were tear drops on the floor. 

Just then, another door opened and a machine zipped in. It looked like a big, metal, cylindrical robot on a flat spot on one side. It didn't appear to have wheels or anything. It just zipped. It zipped right up between her legs and a door opened and an armature came out with a nozzle on the end. The nozzle slurped up all the goo between her legs and then shot into her pussy. It was in there for several seconds but then slipped out and into her anus. 

I was stunned. I didn't know what to think. The nozzle slipped out of her anus and then did a thorough job of making sure everything was clean and then zipped back into the cylinder. Then doors on the sides opened up and armatures came out and sprayed her bonds with something. The bonds dissolved in seconds into white goop. The nozzle came back out and vacuumed up all the white goop and Kera was free and clean. As she sat up, the nozzle cleaned the raining vestiges off her hands and ankles and feet, did the floor and then packed up and zipped back where it came from. 

Kera was standing where she had been violated, looking at where I was behind the door. She looked calm and concerned. Ten minutes ago, none of that had happened but she appeared as calm as she was then. She walked the three steps to the doorway and it whisked open. 

I grabbed her and hugged her tight.

"I am so glad you are all right."

She hugged me back. 

"I thought you were dead for sure." I said into her neck. 

She pulled back from me. 

"I know. I was afraid of that. Fortunately I have done this one before."

"What?!!!"

"You are forgetting. It's performance art. I was a little surprised it was me but I was really glad it was not you. This one is a little heavy for the uninitiated. That's not to say it isn't done, but there it is. I was kind of hoping for something a little less rambunctious and something we could watch together. Maybe its better this way."

"You can't be serious!"

"Are you more outraged or flabbergasted at this moment than you were stepping out of the production pod the first time?"

I had to think about that. Her question was fair. I was flabbergasted. Then and now. How is it reasonable to compare the two? Giant spiders just violated her!!! But I thought back. Then, I was at least this shocked but it wasn't right. It was different somehow.

"Yes. Yes! I am."

"Why?"

"Well...because what if that had gone differently? What if those things decided to eat you? I was really scared!"

She grabbed me and hugged me. She was sweaty from her exertion. She smelled voilet-y and sweaty. Her breasts pressed up against me. Her skin was hot. She held me tight.

"Thank you."

What? What was that supposed to mean?

"Hey, this isn't over. I was really scared." 

I was starting to sound petulant and she was starting to smile. It was if I had given her something. She looked...touched.

"I know. Under the circumstances, how could you know what was going to happen? You couldn't. And that was probably planned. If my guess is right, the lights-"

The hall lights came up leading away from the door.

"If my guess is right, your next stop will be a production pod. They will want to collect you."

"What? You mean now!?" I stammered. 

She put her hand beneath mine, in her lovers grasp, and moved to guide me back around the corner and down the hall. 

"Yes. Now. The excitement. Your...fear. They will want to taste your fear."

I stopped. Gazed down the hall. My arm and hand that she was holding limp. It was just insane. They deliberately frightened me-SCARRED THE DAYLIGHTS OUT OF ME, so they could change the flavor of my semen? My piss or poo? They were lucky they weren't collecting the poo from the floor beside the door. Outraged as I was, angry as I was, I had to concede, so far it was still better than the line. Sort of. At least I had Kera.

I started to move, unbidden. My hand and arm and body came back to life and I began walking again. I pulled Kera with me. She sniffed and I could see tears running down her face. She was happy again. And it was hard not to be happy with her. So beautiful. 

We walked through the halls till we reached a function station where she handed me in again. She stood this time, perhaps in honor of my ceremonial sacrifice. I hoped my "products" were terrible after that experience. Maybe they would never put Kera in with those things again.



Recycled Reused Ch. 04



Kera and I went on our separate program regimens after my function station visit. She helped me out of the chamber and then held me closely. I hugged her, my erection at attention against her lower abdomen. She kissed me and I kissed her back. 

"What about you? Don't you need to be 'collected' or something?" I asked.

"No. They got that. The collection droid collects all the product captured by the goop the larvae-spiders emit." 

"Wait. Larvae-spiders?"

"From what I understand, the larvae-spiders and our hosts enjoy a symbiotic relationship. Apparently something they do in that chamber is something like what they do to the larvae of our hosts. They care for it by sticking it to something and then sticking stuff in them and twitching. I have never seen the rearing dens, but I cannot imagine. Bear in mind these words are my words. I am interpreting and intuiting quite a bit here from the little I, or others have been told. I have no idea what the larvae-spiders get out of the deal."

She had slipped her hand into mine in what was becoming a delightfully familiar way and began leading me toward a freshly lit hall. 

"Wait a minute. You came. I saw you orgasm. What was that all about? No way you were turned on by that."

"I'm afraid I did. I am trained. I always come now. It doesn't matter when or where or how anymore. You probably are too, though you don't know it yet. Stimulating me, my ass, even my nipples can make me. You'll see. Thousands of induced orgasms and I am tricked. My thoughts aren't deceived but my brain doesn't care. It feels the pleasure when it gets the chance. I feel pleasured, even through my fright or pain."

"Are you saying you come and you hate it but you still enjoy it?"

"Yes. As strange as that sounds. I look forward to it sometimes. It stays interesting and I find sometimes I like the surprises."

Our walk takes us down the hall. To another corner. 

"How do they do it? Lots of times in the chamber I have no desire to be there but I get a rock hard erection and come. They can't just do that from zapping my organ, can they?"

"Alpha waves. The chamber beams alpha waves into your brain and tells the pleasure centers what to do, what to feel."

"That's hardly fair."

She laughed at that. It was musical. She still smelled of violets or something. I still couldn't place it. The welt on her side where the spider crashed into her was nearly gone but a slightly greasy smear remained, faint, though there. 

"Fair. I have found that life is not fair here. But also that it in many ways, it is far more fair than where we have been before." 

We reached a cleansing station room and the lights on a chamber on her side of the room came on and the lights in the hallway behind us came on.

"That mean what I think it means?"

"Yes. We will catch up again soon I think. Remember to breathe."

"Can't we just visit for a little while? I'll go get pumped extra if they want."

She laughed. "It doesn't work like that. There are rewards and sticks. I don't know how high the rewards go but I wouldn't mind finding out. Especially with you. And I've seen some of the sticks. So have you. But I suspect we have only seen the very small ones."

She pecked my cheek and let go, running up to the cleansing chamber. I wasn't intending to stay and watch but my feet didn't move. It took me a second to realize that in order to leave I would have to actually move, instead of stare at her in the chamber. She was feeding her feet and hands into the clear straps and I knew if I didn't leave, I wouldn't be able to. I turned as quickly as I could and rushed off down the hall, erection riding high in front of me. 

I was going to have to get some information for once. Before the big surprises hit me. Being a surprise participant of any of this stuff was getting REALLY old. Here was a girl that KNEW stuff, and I needed to pick her brain. I made up my mind to do just that when I saw her next. Before anything happened. 

I jogged out of the hall into a sustenance chamber room and got plugged in. The balance of the cycle was normal but only two exercise periods, they seemed more strenuous than usual, and a rest period. My rest period was in a rest station above a women's line cleaning station. It was just like the men's back in the other system. No arm or leg loops. And no water. They came out filmy. And they were basically dead except for the ever moving line. 

The lights to my sleep station blinked on just as a velvety, alto voice from the doorway called,

"Good morning, handsome!"

That was not Kera! I opened my eyes and looked. A stunning black woman stood there holding the door frames. Her head had was nearly shaved. Her smiling face and white toothed smile aimed at me. She was totally naked. Her skin was very dark. Her nipples puffy. Her pussy lips protruding and puffy. She was athletic and she was seriously hot. Her big, light brown eyes smiled with the rest of her face, wider, when she knew I was checking her out. She glanced down on me and I realized my erection was perfectly available for her viewing pleasure.

"Can I treat you to some breakfast?" She asked.

She smoothly reached out her hand for mine at shoulder level, an arms distance from me. There was no indication in her face, demeanor, or movement that said I might not take it. I didn't really have any reason not to, but she knew I would anyway. I reached out and took her hand and she gently, deftly, pulled me to her for an embrace. Her black skin was warm and her ample breasts pressed against me. I could feel her nipples. It was just a friendly hug but it was somehow more. 

"Kera can't stop talking about you."

She said up to me coyly looking into my eyes. 

She continued. "I can see what she likes. There is something about you."

I wasn't pushing her away but I was a little uncomfortable, or maybe too comfortable, being in a naked hug with someone not Kera. She reached down before I realized it and grabbed my shaft. I tried to pull back but her grip firmed and she smiled wide again. 

"Mm-mm-mmmmmm. Very nice. Now you come along with me tiger. I'm buyin'"

She let go of the embrace but held onto my cock and pulled me along. I was flabbergasted and it was either walk or let her damage me. After I took two steps and was about to protest she let go and reached back and grabbed my hand, in the lovers grasp, and guided me out of the room. 

"Sweetie, you got a lot of tongues waggin'. I heard they wanted to pull you out of the regular system a long time ago but you weren't ready, or something."

She had a commanding presence. But I had to get some answers. I took a chance at wresting control of the situation from her. I stopped and pulled her to stand in front of me. She was a strong, and only semi-resistant. I outweighed her by quite a bit, so I did have the upper hand. She was obviously accustomed to being in some kind of control and not ceding it lightly, but she was giving me the benefit of the doubt. She looked up at me, somewhat challenging, measuring, like seeing if the stallion under her needed correcting. 

"I need to know. What is going to happen? What is the worst I can expect to see or happen to me if I remain compliant?"

The question was more than she expected. More direct than she expected from whoever she thought I was. She didn't answer or speak right away. Her eyes narrowed and she thought and decided something. 

"I can't tell you that because I don't know what is possible, especially for a guy. And I won't tell you what I can. Because that's not how you or I get ahead."

She let that roll around in my brain before she continued. 

"Hear me out on this because Kera is my friend. If you ask her, she may tell you. She likes you a lot. Maybe loves you. But she won't lie to you and might not hold anything back from you like I'm going to. And, she is willing to go through some pretty gnarly stuff for you. Some of the things she can say to you can get her bounced out of here to 'points south' if you get my meaning."

"Shhhh..." 

I was trailing off, realizing I was about to utter a rather foul word in front of a lady, something the old fashioned upbringing I had always had me hesitant to do. 

"-it. My sentiments exactly." She finished for me. "Did she tell you to breathe?"

"Uh. Yes."

"Good. Breathe. And eat!" 

She adopted a southern accent and put a sway in her step. "Come own, honay. Less git yawl sum vittles." And smiled. 

I laughed. I couldn't help it. It had been so long since I had heard anything like that kind of character. Kera was great, but she was more reserved than this woman. 

"What is yo-"

She cut me right off "-Jillianne, tiguh." Then she switched back to normal voice. "But just call me Anne." She looked back over her shoulder, over our clasped hands and her face broke into a smile and she laughed. 

"My name...Anyway it's nice to meet you."

She guffawed mightily. 

"You do learn fast. It's nice to meet you too, Sean. Very nice indeed." 

She glanced back and at me upon finishing the 'indeed'. Then, almost as an afterthought, she glanced down at my cock and then looked ahead. 

She took us to a sustenance station room where two out of the four chambers lit. 

"I would have settled for a Denny's, Anne, but this." I intoned, perfectly serious. 

She laughed. "A—hole. Get up there and get your breakfast!" 

She pushed me toward a chamber and then smacked my butt, very smartly. I danced up toward the chamber after giving a shout of surprise. She laughed and ran over to her chamber. We finished our sustenance and got out and she was ready to get going. She grabbed my hand and said,

"Come on, let's get this day started!"

She was nearly jogging, dragging me behind her down the newly lit hall to the right of where we came in. 

"I'm a little surprised." I said, loudly.

"Why's that?" She turned her head and asked back.

"I always do a function station first thing."

"You are performing today."

"I kind of figured that would be sooner than later but it's still weird. It feels wrong."

We turned two corners and were there. At a room. Not a room. An an anteroom. It was a small darkened room off a much larger room that was visible through a large transparent door on the other side. On the other side of the door were the creatures I had met through only a wall and a translating device the other day. There were thousands of them. 

Anne pulled me to face her. She looked like an acting coach sending her protege out on stage for the first time. She was serious and firm, but gentle. 

"It's go time. Remember, breathe. I don't know what this about but if I did, I still wouldn't tell you. You just go out there and do what you are supposed to do."

I tried to protest that I didn't know what they wanted me to do, and that it was really scary but she put her fingers over my lips before I could speak.

"Shhhh. You'll figure it out one way or another. Just hold it together."

At that moment, the doors opened and the lights came on over the door. I turned to walk toward it. There was a hiss, as if from a giant pit full of snakes coming through the doorway. And I was nearly bowled over by a smell. Almost like almonds or almond cleanser. 

"Okay. I got this. Whatever." I said, exercising my nostrils, blowing out through them. I glanced back at Anne.

She was staring down the hallway we came from. 

"What is it?" I asked. 

"No lights." She paused and turned back to me and smiled. "Want some company?"

It took me a second but then I got her meaning. We were intended to go out together. The hissing was getting louder. We turned and walked together, not touching. We entered the giant room. It was a domed room and the lights overhead sublimated at equidistant intervals were glowing almost red. The walls were reflecting everything in the reddish hue. It was dimmer in here and the insectile creatures were more difficult to make out. The floor angled downward away from the edge. It was like a small, round arena. 

The center was very brightly from above with a yellowish light, and in the center were covered hexagonal cells, each about 3 feet wide, just like a honeycomb. They were covered with a transparent membrane, and there were THINGS inside them. They looked like giant maggots. White, with a dark, ball-like head about 2 feet across, gyrating slowly. Searching. There were about three dozen of the spider creatures on the honeycomb. Walking. Resting. Waiting.

"I can't do this." I said.

"You can." Anne said, firmly. "Are you concentrating on breathing?"

I wasn't. We were walking toward the center and going to be arriving in seconds. 

"Breathing." I repeated.

Except it was difficult. I found concentrating on breathing did make things easier. Still, there were thousands of ant creatures here, hissing. 

The ant creatures watched us. Their eyes blinked. The hissing sound was coming from the dimple-maw in their face. It opened. It was a mouth. It was a 5 inch across dimple without a bottom to it. Just dark inside. The creatures stood, or rested on their lower segment. They were all looking at us. At me. 

We arrived at the center area and were greeted by the spider creatures. I was ready to wet myself. The "field" was about 30 feet wide. The cells looked like about 10 across but the comb wasn't exactly round. The spiders pressed us out onto the surface of the comb. The membrane covering the cells looked thick. The cell walls were about 4 or 5 inches thick. I stepped on a comb edge where the cell membranes were attached, but it was hard to do. 

The spiders were rushing us. I didn't want to step on one of the membranes because the things under them were scary. Disgusting, in their clear, slime pool. They KNEW we were here. UP here. Their heads all pointed at us, still gyrating, pressing up on the membranes. The membranes bulged out where the head things pressed against them. 

Before I could stop myself I was off balance and stepping on the soft, almost sticky membrane covering a cell. It felt about 2 inches thick and my foot pressed into it. The maggoty, THING, mashed its head against my foot, and I could see it's gaping maw trying to get me. It's mouth was full of long, squiggling tentacles which shot out, some of which were covered in sucker-like disks, sucking at, pulsating at the inside of the membrane. I shuddered, absolutely revolted. Anne shouted over the hiss,

"Breathe!"

It was hard. I concentrating and kept moving. Kept breathing. I was more conscious about stepping on the cell membranes now and very careful but I realized it couldn't be done without it. I stepped quickly, and on them, because I didn't want to fall and feel those disgusting maggots on any other part of me either.

We were halted near the center but about two cells off it. Here, the cell membranes seemed clearer. More transparent. The hiss in the giant chamber grew to a near deafening volume. The spiders clambered up and pulled us down. I tried to keep my balance but it was impossible. There were dozens of them, pulling at me, sweeping my legs out from under me, forcing my head and arms down. I landed on the transparent membrane. The spiders had full control. I could barely see through them. They pulled and pushed. After a few moments I was maneuvered to where I was laying face down, and much to my surprise, Anne was laying down under me, face down. 

It was pleasant to be back to where I could see her, even touch her. I noted my penis hung down between her, and my, spread-eagled legs. On either side of her, maggots stretched the membranes to get up at her, massaging her, their tentacles, squiggling around at her sides, suckers searching for purchase. 

"Well this is interesting." She said under my weight.

"Breathe, right?" I said, making irony of her difficulty. 

"Oh, now you have jokes?! Now?" She grunted. 

The spiders had wrapped and pasted our hands and arms to one of the tops of the cell walls to our sides above our heads. Anne's head hung laying on a cell and her face was turned to the side, but a maggot creature was massaging it through the membrane, tentacles slithering. Trying to get at her. From her neck to just above her vagina ran a cell wall. On either side, maggot creatures buffeted her from behind their cell membranes, tentacles squiggling with goo. Her vagina and hence my penis hung over yet another cell, the tip of my penis resting on the membrane being massaged by a maggot.

I laughed. It all was too much. I may have been losing my mind or gaining it. None of it mattered anymore. It was all good. Anne tried to look up at me. She was very concerned. 

"Please tell me Sean is still in your head."

"No-Yes. I mean yes. I am fine." Fine? "It's just that I could have never conjured this up in my mind. It's too much."

"Well, Mr. Too Much. You best get to why they put you there." 

The hissing was growing quiet. 

"I can't."

"For a guy who says he can't, there is a whole lot of CAN creepin' up my leg."

"It's Kera."

"Honey, Kera is gonna be pissed if you don't get busy because she might not see you again."

"Really?" 

"Do it. Try to enjoy it. Let's give these bugs a show!"

I couldn't believe it. I thought of Kera watching. Would she approve? What was she doing right now? My cock bounced with a contraction and made its way closer to Anne's pussy. I could feel her pussy lips. They were wet. I lifted myself up and found that I had been given more room to move than I anticipated. 

I felt her hot black skin under me and let go of my inhibitions. This was for Kera. They wanted a show. Fine. I wanted Anne. The moment I lifted myself to penetrate her, the hissing sound grew from everywhere. The audience was...pleased. I kissed Anne on the cheek and she smiled. Then I slid my cock in. She groaned in pleasure. Immediately I felt her pussy twitch. I slid in all the way. As far as her athletic ass let me. Had our position been different I could have got more in, but it wasn't to be. My bonds were stretchy, but not that stretchy. After I pulled back and slid in again to another orchestra of pussy twitching and Anne groaning, the spiders, which had all retreated, moved back in. 

The hissing grew quiet. What was happening? I pulled out and was pushing back in again and the spiders were there. Having an audience was one thing, but I wasn't to sure about spiders participating. The spider legs reached toward us. Under us.

Before I knew what was going on, the spiders pushed their arms into the edges of the membranes and began pulling them back! The din of hissing was like a wall hitting me. The maggots were going to get out! Looking down over Anne's back, I could already see slimy tentacles licking up, suckers testing her skin. Anne moaned.

"This is gonna get interesting." She groaned at me. 

"Obviously you have never been to the Bella Jardin family of fine Italian restaurants. Calamari is our specialty." I chimed back, thrusting again into her.

"I may just have to hurt Kera next time I see her." She paused and writhed a little as the suckered tentacles pulled at her. 

The spiders ripped the membranes all the way off and backed away. The big white, puffy, wrinkly maggots were free. There was a disgusting smacking sound from their movement in their sticky, goop filled cells. The maggot head under Anne's head still mashed into the membrane, more fiercely than before, but the ones on her sides opened their round maws and closed them over her breasts, some tentacles sticking out, some inside. They sucked her. Their sucker covered tentacles pulling her into their maws. Her pussy immediately began clenching my cock in orgasm, but I didn't have time to revel in it. 

An impossible sensation overtook my loins. Tentacles slid around my scrotum and gripped it gently, tugging at me. More tentacles slithered into Anne's pussy and probed at my cock. I felt her jerk under me and then tentacles, slithered into my anus and deep into my rectum. They pulled my butt cheeks apart. I could feel the suckers sliding into me. Then, as if it couldn't get any more disgusting, one of the gaping maws closed over my ass, and I assume Anne's pussy. 




Recycled Reused Ch. 04



I was so weirded out that my vision was starting to go dark. I felt on the brink of passing out and I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. The maggot-things tentacles pulled my anus in different directions, seeking. The tentacles around my nuts gently pulled at them, licking them. The tentacles inside Anne massaged her and I together. 

This went on for some time. Anne's orgasm never ended. She just kept contracting, her pussy twitching. Her head pressing down on the maggot maw through the membrane. Her back and my stomach were drenched in sweat, and tentacles slithered between us and licked, slurped it up leaving behind sticky residue. The room was growing quiet but the maggots seemed to be getting anxious. Even the spiders started to get twitchy. I continued to drill Anne, wondering where this was going. Anne called back to me, slightly alarmed.

"Cum, you fool!"

It hadn't dawned on me that my performance wasn't expected to be very long but this had been going on for probably the better part of five minutes or more. Thrusting as I could. I thought about blowing my load. I was really ready and I knew it would take nothing, but something tickled the back of my mind and I had an idea. I stopped my slow thrusts and got up as far as I could, as far as my bonds would let me and looked at the audience. I could barely see them. Just the light glinting off hundreds of eyes. I raised my voice and pleaded. 

"Release me!"

The room erupted in hisses. It sounded angry. The din was riotous. 

"You fool! Arrrrrh. What are you thinking???"

I struggled to get my arms free, knowing full well it wouldn't happen.

"Release me!!" I shouted at the ceiling. 

The din got even louder and then all the sudden it went quiet. Then, while the maggots continued their mauling, sliding around my cock and into my anus, tugging at Anne's empty breasts, the spiders moved forward. Tentatively. 

They moved in and began undoing my bonds. They undid all of them in seconds. It was if there was a catch to them. But Anne was still pasted down. The maggots on her breasts popped off and began searching, as if they sensed my movement. I pushed myself up off Anne's shoulders and rocked my penis out of her vagina. The maggot mouth on my ass released me but would not retract it's tentacles from in my anus or around my nut sack and cock. The din of hissing rose. Anne shouted at me,

"I hope you know what you are doing!"

"It's fine dining! Of course I do!"

I got my knees under where her thighs were on the cell walls and then put one foot up across one under her thigh with the knee above it raised in the air. The other knee I kept there and I leaned the foot against the maggot's side. It didn't even notice. The skin was soft but under it was relatively firm. It continued to work me. I was upright, balanced precariously. I gently grabbed my cock, displacing the tentacle still slithering on it and began stroking it over Anne's ass. The bugs erupted in hisses. Even the spiders were twitchy. The maggots that were sucking on Anne's breasts were aware of my manipulations and were straining to reach my outstretched penis.

"This is gonna be either brilliant or get us both killed!" I shouted at Anne.

"If it's not brilliant, we'll know soon enough. Thanks for the after-consult!"

I built myself up further. The gaping, tentacled maws strained to reach me, their longer, slimy tentacles reaching but not getting enough contact to stay with me. I stroked my cock in long strokes, speeding up smoothly. I stroked it out to the end and then paused, as if I was squeezing it. I did this repeatedly, almost theatrically. Then, I let myself go. I came hard. I stroked it out of my penis in giant strings all over Anne's back and ass. The room erupted with me. 

"You know if they are pissed, it's over right?"

"Relax. They love it!" I shouted back, laughing. 

The breast maggots discovered the semen instantly and slurped it up with abandon. The one on my right was trying to hump its way out of its cell and having some success. It's maw was plastered to Anne's back. The other was stretching toward my cock, slurping up all the come nearer her ass. The one under my ass went absolutely nuts. Tentacles inside my ass bent under my ass to lift me up so other tentacles could lick up the cum dripping down Anne's ass crack. It was crazy. My brain was puling back, retreating again. 

Tentacles came up and slid around my cock again, milking the last vestiges of semen from my urethra. This went on only briefly, until the semen was gone. The maws began searching again and things were getting a little rough. The spiders rolled in and put the maggots away. They tucked the maggots, poking them and prodding them back into the cells and released Anne from her bonds. I slid over and stood up on a maggot cell adjacent to the one that was under my ass and the spiders started rushing me off the 'field'. They started pulling and tugging at Anne to get her off too. I saw the spiders begin to pull the membranes back over the cells and start gooping them with slime and silk from their spinneret holes. 

At the side of the 'field' I grabbed Anne's hand in the lovers hold and started leading her up the toward the lighted anteroom and hallway. She was shaky. The ant creatures were all around us. They were calm but very interested. We walked calmly but quickly up to the doorway and walked through. The bug things made way, turning away as we neared leaving fresh bugs in front of us to turn away the same. When we got to the doorway it was clear, just as the rest of the way had been. The lights to the little room were on as were the hallway lights just a few feet further on. I guided Anne and myself into the hall. 

"I can't believe that." Anne said, dazed. 

"Well it worked, didn't it?" I asked.

"Tell me that again later. If you are able."

"It's fine. They loved it."

"I have never been in there before. I have never heard of anyone being in there before. Their babies are in there. They seem to regard their babies rather highly."

"If it's not fine, I'm sorry. I confess, I got carried away." I said, plainly. 

"Come on, let's get cleaned up."

"How do you know that's where we are going?" I asked.

She stopped and smiled. "Want to be a rock star but don't know any songs."

She pointed out slime all over her pussy and a bit of semen clinging to my cock.

"Yeah, so what?"

"Nothing is wasted. You know that liquid that gets sprayed on us in there?"

"Yes. It's not water. Not at first." I say.

"No, its 'media'."

"What do you mean by that?"

"It is a surfactant liquid that washes off all traces of our bodily fluids and it is filtered and the fluids and stuff are collected."

"Collected and..."

"Exactly." She said, matter of factly. 

"Yuk."

"Yeah? Eye of the beholder. Tell me you wouldn't go through a lot of trouble for a little taste of something sweet."

She looked at me, smiling and continued.

"Something smells like violets and tastes like-MMMMmmmmph"

"Wait, you and her?"

"That was a good day. Good day." She said, wistfully.

It hadn't really occurred to me that same-sex stuff would go on. I had no interest in men. Never had. But I had an interest in women, plural. And after today, it almost seemed realistic. 

We rounded a corner and there were the cleansing chambers in a station. This was going to feel good. 

We finished our cleansing and it was off to a rest chamber. At least for me. The lights split us up immediately. Anne grabbed me for a hug and pressed her lips to mine in a very friendly kiss. She released me with a smirk and turned to walk away and nearly collapsed in laughter.

"What?" I asked. Puzzled. 

"She said 'tell him remember to breathe'. Oh honey, he got the heavy breathing thing down!" 

She guffawed and waved me off and walked away chuckling. As she went, she gave her but a wiggle, as if she were correcting some loose parts inside and she gave a "Mmmm!" and cruised away. 

I couldn't help but chuckle too. I turned and went down my hall. I made two more turns and came to a room I had never seen before. It was a bare room except Kera was there! She had heard me coming and greeted me at the door with a huge hug and a passionate kiss. She pulled me into the room and I noticed the floor was springy and a little tacky. It was the transparent chamber material. She dragged me down to the floor and it molded itself to us. She lay on top of me and kissed me again, her breasts pressed against me. She broke the kiss and glared into my eyes.

"You fu$%#d her, didn't you!" She said, fiercely.

"Kera, it's not like that. We were..I-see, there was this room, and all the things were, well-" 

She glared as I fumbled and stammered, her glare growing fiercer as I spoke. And then her face broke with a huge smile. She chuckled. 

"Gotcha! You dirty man-whore! You'll just stick your cock into anything that moves, wont you!" She laughed at me. 

"Hey, I thought you were being serious. I would never betray you. She did say that you two though..." I stated, smoothly. 

"Uhh! We did, it was incredible. She is reaaaaally sexy. So how was your first performance?"

She sat me up and sat in my lap. She smelled delicious. I got hard instantly and she grabbed it. I told her what happened. She was stunned beyond speaking. Her mouth open and clutched by one of her hands. She didn't make a sound until I was done and then still stared in amazement. 

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked. 

"It was a birthing ceremony. I've only heard of it. They feed larvae and it induces them to metamorphose. That you were chosen is surprising. And that you are here is a...surprise. I understood that the ceremony sets precedent. The spiders place the participants where they decide. Where they choose. The larvae that devours the seed becomes a prince, princess, whatever. The other two that drink the milk are slain and fed to the other...along...along with the participants." She finished quietly.

"You can't be serious." I said. 

"Like I say, I have only heard of it. Perhaps I am wrong, but I don't think so"

"Well, I don't know. Anne kinda said I was playing with fire. I had no idea."

"It may be that you have made three in a royal line where they expected one." Kera postulated. 

"Is that a good thing?"

"I wouldn't know."

"Will you kiss me then?" I asked. 

Kera grabbed me in a fierce hug. "I'm just glad you are here." She said and kissed me, pushing me back down on the soft floor. We fooled around but didn't get to anything serious. I played with her hair. It was strange and new to me. She rubbed my chest, laying in the crook of my arm. It was impossibly pleasant. I didn't talk. I just didn't feel like it. I just wanted to rest and appreciate her company and she seemed pleased to do likewise. 

After a while, the lights came on in the hallway. We both groaned. It was time to go. 

"So did you get to enjoy Annie at all?" 

Kera asked, taking my hand and walking with me across the springy floor. 

"Well, not really. The tentacle things made it too distracting. I was a little worried how you'd feel too."

We turned the corner and continued walking.

"Don't give it a second thought. I lost track long ago the things I've done and the guys and girls I've done them with. You are probably going to get passed around like grandma's potato salad at the family reunion. Everybody is going to have a bite or two."

I laughed. Where did that come from?

"Where did that come from?" I had to know.

"Oh, from the midwest of course. Joliet, Illinois to be exact, but I'm a Buckeye."

"Seriously?"

"Yep. Biology. Probably pre-med. I don't know. That was years ago. I was only a sophomore."

"That explains a lot."

She laughed. I wondered if there was a way to go back. To get teleported home. Both of us. There was something about those function chambers. 

"Do you know where we are going?" I asked. 

"No. But here is a room."

We turned a corner and there was a briefing room. We walked in together and the lights dimmed. Three ant creatures were on the other side of the room all very focused on us. There was a pause, and then the indistinctly gendered voice came through the wall. 

"Your performance has caused a rift in the colony."

The voice paused. We waited. They did not speak and I was winding up the courage to ask what they meant when there appeared to be some communication going on between the ant creatures. Lidded eyes closed. Heads turned minutely and then back to us. That could not be good. 

"The colony prepares for war."

There was actual hissing going on in there and we could hear it. Heads turned and eyes blinked furiously at each other. This was really not looking good. 

"The implications of your role in this have not been decided." The voice echoed, monotone. 

"What do you mean, MY role? I haven't done anything. I couldn't do anything."

"On the contrary, you have broken a long tradition. We don't know when it was set forth. Your race has been a part of it for eons." 

"I don't know anything about any tradition or any of this." I complained. 

"We understand your ignorance. Your race has not matured technologically except for recently, and your records were probably lost. Ever has your race been individualistic-minded. Our colonies, and hives do not operate in the same manner."

There was more hissing and eye blinking. Kera and I looked at each other. She looked lost. I squeezed her hand but she didn't respond. Her skin was pale. She was very still. As if movement would get her noticed. 

"We act upon a prophecy. A legend, unclear in our collective, though present. It indicates a time coming of three queens."

The ant-thing in the other room on our left jumped and slammed into the one in the middle, bashing it into the transparent wall. There was violent hissing and the middle ant threw it's attacker against the wall near the other ant. The hissing continued and the ant-beings seemed furious with each other. Then it was over as if it had never happened. 

"Our queens are chosen by the keepers. They select them, and the seed of a human is fed to our new queen. The milk of a human in congress is fed to it's nearest rivals, to sweeten them for the new queen. We have searched for some time for the right humans for the infusion. The last five sets have failed to complete the ceremony."

"I didn't mean to-"

"Your intentions are immaterial. The keepers decision to release you was theirs and theirs alone. We do not mettle in their decisions and they do not mettle in ours. Our relationship with them is sacred. Our relationship with you also, is sacred."

"I don't understand." I said.

"Our queens consume your seed. With little exception. It makes them what they are. You see, we have no...males, as you know it. Your race was selected to augment ours. You, were selected to feed our new queen, and be fed to her. It is the highest honor for your race we know."

"I don't want to be fed to anyone, queen or otherwise." I said. 

I had given what Kera had said some thought and it came back to me. 

"I just want to go home, with Kera. And Anne."

"It is not possible. What you have done has created a problem of epic proportions. Our existing queen dies, slowly, even now. The keepers have decided that all three pupae are to be queens. It may be that she is replaced by three queens."

"I don't understand how that is possible or even why that is a problem. One queen, three queens. Perhaps a tribunal rule is an improvement!" I said. 

"The colony is rejoicing that you shared your seed between them, effectively making three queens. We have the resources, seed, urine, defecant, milk, media, for but one."

"...did it just say...media?" I asked Kera in a very low voice.

She nodded her head.

"So all that time...wow."

She nodded her head again. 

I was wound up for a question. "If I may. So now I know where the...seed goes. And I know what the...media is and how it is used. What exactly is done with the other..'products', if I may ask?"

The ant-creature on our left, the violent one came forward. 

"Your seed had broad support among us for selection for our new queening. It is believed that the proper nuance upon selection makes the queen what she will be. She saves that seed and fertilizes her eggs with it, mixing the chromosomes into our genetic code for her entire life span. The rest of the seed she consumes is food. Volume is required. Before that, milk. Human milk is perfect for larvae. The other products you speak of are consumed not by the queen or larvae. They belong to the colony."

"Why all the performance? Why not just leave everyone in the big systems?"

"The colony, we, have by your standards, extremely sharp senses for taste and smell. Your flavors change to suit different desires. Kera, for instance, has a following for her fear, but an even greater one for her passion."

"Since we are talking, do I want to know-wait, I don't want to know that. What will happen to us now?"

"It is difficult to say. The production of the "light system" is high, but cannot meet the demand. It's production cannot be tripled even if we did have the capacity to triple the number of occupants. The production of the "dark system" is steady, but not significant under the circumstances. The "garden level" produces no significant amount. It exists for ceremonial purposes. The garden level will likely be returned to the light system. Many in the dark system may be moved up also, but this is not a complete solution, especially as many in the dark system cannot handle the light, having come from there."

"It's the semen you need, right?" I asked. 

"The other products are important."

"Are you capable of teleporting us back to Earth?" I responded. 

Kera breathed in sharply. Her grip on my hand fierce. I glanced at her and her nipples were hard over puffy areolas. 

There was a long pause from the other room. 

"For what purpose?" Came the question. 

Time for a pitch. I took a deep breath. This could work. The idea not even fully fledged.

I laid out my plan, hinged on a pretty big contingency. They didn't absolutely need the men or women, they just needed the semen. The other things weren't impossible, though. 

Kera and I left the room hand in hand. I hadn't made any indications that I expected the rest of the day to be any different than normal, but it was safe to assume we would be free to do as we pleased until the colony came back with a decision. 

"You are f$##%^ brilliant. And probably insane." Kera said as we walked around the corner from the room. 

I stopped her and faced her as we stepped around the corner. 

"Will you go home with me? I don't care where. I just want to be with you wherever we are."

She hugged me tight. It was a hug as if she was home from a long trip. I felt the same way. I kissed her fiercely and felt her skin flush against mine. 

"Only if Anne goes too, but yes." She said. "I already love you. I have been in love with you from the moment I saw you." She said, looking into my eyes. Her big blue eyes unblinking. "I know I'm supposed to wait until you say it first because you are the man, but I don't care. The truth is the truth and I won't hide from it." 

She put her fingers over my already responding lips. 

"No. Let me savor being first whether I am merely first or only."

I gazed into her liquid eyes. She had earned that and more. I would tell her when the time was right. She had earned her thunder. 

"Shug!" I drawled. 

"Ass-scratcher." She replied.

We walked down the hall together and a minute later we stumbled around a corner into Anne. 

"Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in." She blurted in her alto voice and grabbed Kera for a hug. 





Recycled Reused Ch. 04



Black breasts starkly contrasting against the cream white ones mashed up against them. I was shocked at the stark contrast and there was something erotic about it. It assaulted my brain. My member was instantly aware and it was behind schedule for its release. Where I couldn't see them my mind painted the picture of their bare mounds touching, pussy lips kissing though I knew they weren't close enough for actual contact. I didn't have long to relish the fantasy. Anne disengaged from Kera and came to embrace me. 

"Come here, tiger." She said.

Her soft full body hug closed on my penis, which was swept to the side. Her arms around my neck, holding me firmly but very friendly. I glanced down at Kera and she was smiling wide and her skin was flushed again. Anne reached and grabbed my head and pulled me in for a kiss. It was friendly, but way more than just friendly. She lingered for several seconds and finished with a satisfied "Mmmmph". 

Both girls looked at my turgid penis as she pulled back. Anne piped up, putting a finger across the tip for a caress. She addressed my penis as if it were a person. 

"Somebody is HONGRAY."

Kera laughed. She slapped my butt and said,

"Sean has informed me that your tryst was incomplete and adulterated by tentacles."

Anne looked at Kera,

"Honey, do you know that he actually refused! He wouldn't put it in because he thought it was cheating on you!! Almost got us, well...I don't know what almost happened but he was a knight." Anne said. 

Kera got a funny look. She was measuring Anne. Measuring, and came away with truth. As if she couldn't believe her at first. She slowly looked up at me to see my face. To see what I was thinking, feeling. 

"You did?" She asked. 

"Look, Kera-" Is all I got out. 

She jumped and slammed into me. I fell back against the wall and bounced of it but her arms were around my neck and we crashed to the floor. Her lips mashed to mine. She stopped and hugged my head to her breast. She was crying. 

"Okay. Okay you two. Get a sleep station." Anne said. 

I looked up into Kera's face. 

"Kera, I did it. I put it in her." I said. 

"Yes, but you thought of me. Sean, I don't care if you put it in her. But thinking of me made me there. I was with you in your heart."

Kera dragged me up to standing again and the lights were on all the way down the hall. 

"Isn't he so wonderful?" Kera asked Anne as we began walking down the chrome hallway with its dark floor. Anne gave Kera a frustrated look.

"Well, we'll have to remedy that, won't we." Kera said. 

We stepped into a sustenance station with four chambers, all lit. 

"Go. I just came from here." Anne said. 

Kera and I went up to the chambers and got in. She spared me a smiling glance. I got in mine, starving. No sooner did the rear door of the chamber slip down over me and the chamber mold me into it than I felt a hand on my cock. That naughty bi%#@! Anne pumped my shaft up and down while caressing my ass, slipping fingers under my balls and tickling them. Then, before I was half done with the feeding, she disappeared. When it was over, the station chamber opened as usual. 

"That was different." I announced, erection pointing out in front of me. 

"Anne doesn't play fair." Kera shot back.

Kera wiggled her lower body. My mind wanted to conjure up everything that Anne could have done but I was paying attention to where we were going. We walked across the room to the already lit hallway. Down the hall and around a corner was a lit room. The hallway beyond the doorway was still lit too. We were being given our choice. The room was a rest station like the one Kera and I were in earlier. The entire floor was chamber material, molding to our feet if we stood still for any length of time. Anne walked in and lay down in the middle. 

"I hate to admit it, but this is better than a bed in a lot of ways." She mused.

She stretched her arms over her head and legs out below her. Her black skin shone in the soft light. Her nipples were very puffy, and I thought I could see tiny specks of something glistening on the nipple points thrust into the air. I felt my mouth water. My erection had not subsided. Kera looked at Anne and looked at me. She slid her hand out of mine, where it was an almost constant feature when we were together and slid it up the back of my thigh, as if she was stroking a prized stallion. 

She said. "Let me help you get started."

Kera straddled Anne. I stood there watching as Kera got down on her hands and knees over Anne, her pussy and anus glaring at me, an erotic painting of a pink and white flower, below it, a shadow of it promising depth that went on forever, dark and vivacious sweetness playing counter-melody to Kera's. I saw Kera's head drop to kiss Anne. Kera lowered herself onto Anne, their breasts pressing together, Kera's pussy hovering over Anne's. 

"Mmmm." They groaned. 

"Okay! Alright already!" I grated. 

I walked over the rubbery floor and got down on the floor and joined their kiss. Kera and Anne both grabbed my head and held me in, our tongues caressing lips and other tongues. Anne's hand slipped off my head and snaked down between us and grasped my cock and began milking it lightly. The kissing went on for several minutes. I was truly enjoying it and it was relaxing and yet inflaming. Anne was growing frustrated however. Her hand on my cock was beginning to grip me more fiercely. Suddenly, she threw Kera over me, and pulled herself up on top of me. My cock disappeared into her dark-clad pink pussy instantly. She was very wet. She slammed herself down and ground around the base of my cock, massaging her clit on me. 

"That's what I need." She said. 

Kera was snickering.

"Anne, since you seem to be using the bottom half, would you mind if I used the top?"

"Please do. I want you to look me in the eye whilst I f*@# your man."

Kera laughed. Anne laughed. I couldn't laugh. Kera's pussy was lowering onto my face. Her pink pussy lips glistened with pussy juice. I grabbed her hips and finished guiding her onto my waiting lips. When her pussy came down over my awaiting tongue, I almost came. Having two women at the same time is the embarrassment of riches featured in the fantasies of most guys. This was that fantasy, except the girls making it come true were angels my own imagination could not have conjured. 

Kera tasted amazing. There was that hint of violets about her still but I could almost taste them too. What Anne was doing to my cock was now slow and deliberate. She rode the full length, her pussy stroking my full length, enfolding my corona and then slipping down to my base where she rested her pussy around my thickest part, reaming herself out a little each time. The girls were doing something else up there too. With each other. I reached my hands down to feel them between me. I expected them kissing, but they were not. 

My hand encountered the light fuzz on Anne's head above my chest on the left. My hand on the other side encountered the fluffy blond hair on Kera's head. Their heads were moving gently and they were offset from each other. A little more feeling around and a picture came into my imagination of them suckling each others breasts! I didn't even know that was possible in this position! The image was so erotic I could not hold myself back and I came. But it was 'too early to come yet' my mind screamed at me. Too soon. My fantasy was going to end before I really got to enjoy it. 

"Mmmph." Anne said around Kera's nipple. They both assumed upright positions as my contractions began. And to my amazement, Anne came on my throbbing cock while I pumped semen into her. Her pussy gripping me with her orgasms while she slid up and down a just a little, grounding out her pussy and clit on me. 

"Uh!" Kera said, as she watched, and while my lips sucked at hers, she exploded. I felt it coming and I locked my mouth over her pussy hole and sucked. I sucked her orgasming pussy juices and clit, and everything I could, slurping up everything my tongue could touch. I broke into a sweat, as did Kera and Anne. Orgasms lasting. No door to whisk open, we rode our waves of pleasure as long as they would carry us. 

Depleted of desire to do...anything, I lay there lightly lapping at Kera's pussy. Cozy, and comfortable. But it was not to last.

"I think you have something that belongs to me." Kera stated, plainly to Anne.

"Oh no. Everything I have here is mine. You must be mistaken."

"Oh, it's mine. Give it to me!" Kera shot back. 

"You gonna have to take it, honey." Anne slipped into a slangy drawl. 

They sounded serious. Kera erupted into a burst forward toward Anne, crashing into her and pushing her off me and back onto the floor. They landed on my left leg but ended between them. Kera was holding Anne down on the floor, pressing her arms down and they were struggling. I was alarmed. I needed to do something. This was real!

"Ladies, come on! Kera, Anne. This is silly!"

Kera, struggling against an obviously strong Anne shouted up at me. "Shut up and help me!"

I was confused. Anne piped up. 

"I took it fair and square! It's mine!"

Took what? I thought this was all consensual. Wait. They aren't fighting over me or my cock, they are fighting over my semen! Just then Anne laughed and Kera with her. Their struggles were fierce! I knew what to do. 

"I see what the problem is here." I said and moved over above Anne's head. "You two haven't learned to share. Let me help you."

I grabbed Anne's hands and held them down in place of Kera's.

"Hey, this is wrong!" Anne protested at the same time Kera shouted an emphatic "Yes!" and jumped up and dove at Annes pussy. Kera 'forced' Anne's legs apart or Anne admitted defeat and betrayal and let her. Anne glared at me. 

"You and I will have a reckoning mister." She hissed up at me. 

I grinned, maneuvering my cock above her. 

"Why don't you tell me all about it." I said as I let go of her and guided my cock into her mouth. 

"Hey—mmmmphfff." She said as I plunged my cock into her, inches from Kera's now hovering pussy. Kera had began licking Anne with gusto, sucking up all of my come. Anne's eyes got distant as her pussy was massaged with Kera's tongue. My cock slid down her throat and she sucked it. 

After a few minutes, Anne started to moan on my cock. Kera was working her slit with gusto. My cock was stiff again and Kera's pussy was still right there! Anne murmered something,

"Oh, I'll share with you honey. You are right, it's only fair."

Then, Anne reached up and grabbed my cock and pulled it out from between her lips and guided it into Kera's pussy. I already had a hold of Kera's hips, and I thrust into her in a long, smooth stroke. I stopped when I reached my hilt and held her there and Anne's tongue came up and started licking my scrotum, long, slow strokes. I transferred that rhythm to Kera's pussy but used short and slow strokes. Somehow, Anne had snaked a hand up and was rubbing Kera's clit. It was extremely erotic. The time drew out. It seemed to last forever, but my body was programmed for two minutes. 

I don't know how long I held out, but Anne started coming and pulled Kera over the edge with her instantly, as if they were tied together. Anne stopped licking my scrotum and grabbed it in her teeth, thankfully missing my nuts. She tugged at it while she came, and combined with Kera's pulsating pussy, I was forced into orgasm. My cock shot out more semen like a fire hose. As if it had not just blown a huge load not 20 minutes before. It pumped into Kera and she ground her pussy onto me, trying to suck it all in. As my orgasm subsided, Anne's teeth released my nut sack and she leaned up and began licking at my cock. 

Anne got frustrated at the difficult angle and pushed me back. She grabbed my cock and stuffed it in her mouth, quickly licking off all the juices and then pushed me away. Kera had collapsed on top of her. Anne went to work on Kera's pussy. 

"Now you were saying something about what was yours?" Anne queried. 

"Anne, what's mine is yours." Kera breathed. "You know that."

I laughed. Anne snickered. 

"You b!&@#" Anne called and then continued slurping up Kera's pussy. Kera signed pleasantly, twitching and wiggling tiredly. 

We lay about, cuddling and petting for an hour or so and started talking about my plan. Kera and I related everything we could remember to Anne. When we finished, Anne sat up and looked at me, very serious. 

"That could work." She said, perfectly straight.

"It's worth a try." I said, looking up at her. 

She looked concerned and somehow hurt. 

"What's wrong, Annie." Kera said, suddenly alarmed. 

"If we end up back on Earth..." She trailed off.

"Anne, what is it? You can say it. We're all friends here." I added.

"It's just. I didn't have anybody back there. Not really. And I got you two here. I just...here you two have each other and I know you include me and whatnot and we all have something together, but there I don't know. And I like this. It's weird, but it's my home. It wasn't before, but with you two..."

Kera and I looked at each other. Anne had a point, but it wasn't a good one. It just didn't translate to the situation she was applying it to. 

"Anne, I'm in love with you." I said. 

Anne looked at me, frightened, but she immediately looked at Kera as if ready to run from her. Kera never took her eyes off me. She looked up at me with what only could be described as joy. She then looked over at Anne. Anne caught Kera's gaze and looked like she was ready to run. 

"Anne, I'm in love with you too." Kera said quietly. 

Anne looked conflicted. Seconds stretched out, passing impossibly slowly. The conflict behind Anne's eyes was palpable. Seconds turned into minutes. Anne looked away, down. And up several times. 

"How is this supposed to work?" She demanded.

There was a pause. 

"I don't know Anne," Kera replied. "I don't know what it looks like days from now or three months, or three years, but I want to find out. One thing is for certain though, we will always have this time. No one, and I MEAN no one, has ever had what we have. Anne, we wouldn't even be talking about it if you and Sean hadn't jizzed all over the insect hordes together!" 

I was laughing. Jizzed. Anne's face broke into a smile as she chuckled. 

"We will always have that, won't we?" Anne said laughing, winking at me. Then she spoke in a quiet, fake voice, "'and then, remember the time that we had sex on the giant bug maggots, setting us free from the strange alien world of Jizz-on 3?'" 

I laughed, and it felt really good. 

"'I can't believe it, the tabloids wont even return my calls!'" I joked in a similar voice.

Kera was rolling on the floor laughing uncontrollably, her breasts jiggling, her hands up on her bright red face. Anne was infected with it too. 

"I guess," Anne said laughing. "I guess at least if we are back on Earth, it is on our own terms. I just don't want to lose either of you. I never had much regard for this place until I met you Kera. But you made everything better. I just don't want to trade okay here for losing you there."

"What about me?" I asked, demanded, smiling. 

"Oh, we'll let you follow us around like a puppy!" Kera exclaimed.

"A puppy with a huge cock." Anne added, looking down at it appreciatively and nodding. 

Kera put her hand under my chin and began talking in a cutesy pet-owner voice,

"We'll make sure he gets wots of num-nums and groomed aaaaall the time. Won't we Mr. Assy Scratch'ums." Kera said, making a kissy face at me. 

I pulled away laughing and just then the lights in the room flickered. We all froze, glancing at each other. I stood, reaching for my two lovers hands. 

"I guess that's our cue. Let's see where this goes." I said. 

Before I could usher Anne and Kera toward the hallway, as our imprints in the floor were still disappearing, Anne stepped into me and held me close, looking up into my eyes. 

"I do love you. I haven't put together how or why or when. I haven't known you but a day, and hours at that. I don't know you, but I get the sneaking suspicion I know what counts somehow. You better treat me right!" She held a finger in my face. 

"If I don't, will punish me?" I asked, grinning.

"NO!" She replied. 

"Then I guess I better treat you right."

We all held hands and walked out of the room, Kera between Anne and I. I looked over Kera's shoulders at Anne, who returned my look, and then I glanced down at Kera's butt. Anne smiled. She knew what I was thinking about. 

"Uncharted territory." Anne mumbled, looking straight ahead. 

Kera looked at her. "It is. We are in uncharted territory, aren't we?" 

"Mmm-hmm" Anne mused and glanced at me and smiled. 

We walked for a few minutes through lighted hallways guiding us to the communication room. Station, I guess. Our 'hosts' were there and there the wall was already transparent. They were eager to speak with us. Anne, Kera, and I spread out a little bit from the cozy hallway and walked to the center of the room to address them. 

"The arrangements you spoke of have been made. You may depart immediately. We have located an appropriate facility and you must begin the process of legitimizing it upon your arrival. We will expect production to commence in 3 months. Your resources have been acquired and await you. Clothes have also been procured, they are awaiting you in the teleportation room."

"We're going home." Anne spoke. Softly. 

"We're going home." Kera repeated. 

"Let's go home." I confirmed. 

I turned and led the girls out of the room. I couldn't help myself walking fast. My mind was racing and I berated myself for the dumbest possible thoughts. Wondering if the clothes included dresses for Anne and Kera or just jeans, or what? The clothes didn't matter. We were going home. And whether we got there in style or not was immaterial. And why would I ever want to see either of them anything other than naked?!!

We followed the lighted hall into the teleportation room. It was exactly like the room I had arrived in, however long ago. On the floor in three piles, with three sets of clothes. They looked like they were stolen off movie stars on the red carpet of a movie premier or something. Two little slips which were supposed to be dresses and a tuxedo. Kera walked up to the pile that was a light violet color. Anne, the dress that was a satiny blush-rose red. They looked at each other and then instantly they were rushing to put them on. Under the dresses on the floor were shoes. I began donning the tuxedo. 

"I love it!" Kera exclaimed, twirling. 

It covered her in the appropriate places but was very flirty. 

"I would wear this." Anne said, admiring herself. 

The girls then checked each other out and began complimenting. They were girls again, doing what girls do. Then, their focus landed on me. 

"What's taking you so long?" Kera asked, tugging at my shirt tails. 

I had the pants, socks, and shoes on, and the shirt on and was working on the buttons. 

"He needs us to help him." Kera said, patronizingly. 

I groaned but let them. I was not accustomed to wearing anything at all, and had only ever worn a tuxedo once, to a friends wedding. They attached the suspenders to me and put in my cufflinks. Put my vest on me and then Anne slid the jacket on me. From there I got eyed up down by both of them. 

"Almost." Kera said and then stepped in and grabbed my cock through the pants and pulled it to the side a little. 

Anne laughed. I had taken Kera seriously and was grinning at my gullibility. 

"Are we ready." I asked, taking their hands. 

"Ready." They chimed together, but Anne's had a huge sigh. 

We stood there, holding hands, expecting something to happen but nothing did. 




Recycled Reused



He stepped out and didn't even glance around. He just walked off down the steps and rejoined the line that moved forward just as before, in anticipated unison. It was that moment that, before thinking, I found myself stepping up as if I was just going to take my turn. My mind recoiled as the door whisked down. I was next. 

The whooshing sound came and the interior of the chamber became opaque and was immediately cleared and the door whisked open. It was my turn. I was up. I was terrified, and through my terror, I felt my body moving to get in. 

On some level, I had decided to do this, and once I had committed action, I realized there was nothing for it but to go with it or cast my lot to the unknown. I was going to go through with it because I was more afraid not to. The thing was obviously cleaned in some manner. And guys were coming out of it appearing none the worse for wear. In fact, they looked really healthy. Healthier than me. 

I bent over and put my hands on the seat. It wasn't like plastic or glass! It had just a little bit of "give" to it. It almost felt alive, like super smooth skin. The surface under my hands felt almost moist. It was slippery and quite warm to the touch. I had never seen a material like this before. 

I began to ease my left leg over the seat from above as if mounting a motorcycle. I had to move carefully. I slid my left leg down the leg hole and hit bottom and my toes slid into toe sockets and heel into a molded area for my it. It felt strange, and somehow dirty. Like it was KNOWING me. I pulled my right leg in and did the same on that side. My feet were encased in slippery clear silicone-feeling chambers. I maneuvered my butt like I had seen the other men do and hesitated with my anus near the plug.  

I had some very limited experience with butt play. I figured I could take this plug well enough though it might be uncomfortable at first. I steeled myself for the impact into my rectum and gently lowered myself. 

The rounded tube-like end of the plug was warm and slippery but my anus REPELLED it. I could feel the hollow center over my butt hole, soft and not uncomfortable but where my mind was made up, it had NOT convinced my butt hole. 

Then, almost instantly, something remarkable happened. It was as if the plug told my anus to relax, and it did. My anus relaxed completely and I slid myself down over the plug with relief because I had not seen what happened to someone that didn't get into position in short order. I didn't want to find out.

With my anus firmly around the bottom of the plug in the narrow portion and the seat molded up the crack of my ass I reached my hand in front of me to maneuver my scrotum into the pocket for it and my strangely mostly-erect penis into the penis tube. It was at that moment, when my penis slid into the tube that I felt the plug expand into my rectum. My surprise was only contained by more surprise as the penis chamber gently closed the small gap around my cock, hugging it ever so lightly in warmth and tugging gently as it formed around my corona. I didn't have time to wonder at the sensation as I felt I was already taking too long, so I looked forward. 

There in front of me were two armholes and a cradle for my chest, neck, and head, and a...mouth phalus. That's all I could think of for it. A device to GO IN MY MOUTH. I slid my arms forward and my head into the rest. I opened my mouth over the thing. There was a slot for my tongue and a hole above it which seemed to be for breathing. There were no breathing holes for my nose, so the air had to come from somewhere. As I slid the rest of me home, the chamber somehow sensed it and whisked the door shut and time stretched out. 

As the door closed, the clear chamber molded itself to me in every detail. I could feel it creep into the crevices under my fingernails and toenails. It filled every crease in my skin from my toes, up my ankles and calves to the back of my knees. It slipped in, rapidly filling every gap between me and it. It pulled out my scrotum gently and touched me everywhere. My eyes were shut tight and my outer ears were filled and down the spine of my back and even into my navel. 

The mouth gag thing expanded and my mouth was not full, but there were no open spaces. I had anticipated something like this, but nothing to this extent. Though this in itself was unfathomable, everything that followed was even more so. 

As every part of my body was touched, held, cradled, caressed by this warm, slippery chamber, I felt my penis relax somehow, yet grow. It just did it. As if commanded by a higher power. Then something in my rectum relaxed. I didnt have time to even think about it. It still felt like I had a pretty good erection going and while the thought crossed my mind, I felt something for the first time that I will never forget. Something entered my penis. Something slipped UP my urethra. 

I tried to jerk away but my body couldn't obey. The encasement expanded and contracted, allowing me to breathe and make sound, but for anything else I could not move. The thing slipping up my urethra was unimpeded. It kept going, and to my shock, I suddenly had to pee. My bladder control was hijacked. Somehow the most basic thing I controlled on my body, when and where to pee, was no longer mine. I didn't direct the stream or intensity. My bladder opened, and I felt it empty, but I couldn't stop it. I concentrated, close the bladder. It would not. Something prevented it. 

As if the last however many minutes were not astounding, at that moment I was in a higher state of stunned. I was stuck in a warm case. I was as fully penetrated and violated as a man could be as far as I was concerned, but I was wrong. What brought me out of my shock was my penis.

It suddenly grew. Perhaps another 10 percent. And then the plug in my ass started to tingle and I felt some sort of contraction in my rectum. What was happening? It was the strangest feeling I had ever experienced and I was racking up some pretty strange ones to compare to it. It happened again and my penis seemed to join in. It was, altogether, not unpleasant and not unlike orgasmic contractions.

It happened again and then again and a rhythm emerged almost immediately that was somehow insistent and growing in urgency. I knew almost immediately that if this kept up, I was going to orgasm. I knew it was going to happen because it happened to the guys before me, but I realized that I hadn't quite believed it would happen to me. I was strangely aroused but certainly not to the level of orgasm. I was more scared than anything. Given the chamber thing felt quite pleasant but not that pleasant. Or was I wrong?

While I was wondered that there was a chance I could orgasm, something changed in my brain and it suddenly ran roughshod over what IT decided were idle thoughts, and I found myself having a ripping orgasm. 

The chamber somehow sensed my contractions and augmented them. It seemed to stretch out. Stretch me out. Normally my semen would just shoot out my penis, but this chamber, the tube in my penis seemed to PULL it from me. To pull it from places it normally would never rise from. At the same time, the plug in my butt seemed to push and squeeze the semen out with pressure and contraction help. My eyes were closed, but I could envision my appearance as I felt semen rushed out of me on a flow of something pumped into my bladder. Water, or something.

My mind was reeling from orgasm. The pleasure was off the chart. Sudden, and forceful. I was dizzy and disoriented and felt I could almost cry. I was recovering from an orgasm that seemed to last forever and yet I knew was remarkably fast. While my mind was still adrift I felt the chamber change what it was doing. 

It discontinued ejaculating me and the tube in my penis flushed me out. That is the best way I can describe it. I felt warm in my bladder and then it was gone. The tube, or whatever it was in my urethra flushed me and then somehow recovered all of the flushing liquid as it retreated, slowly, leaving my cock in the chambers warm hug. 

Then it was my asses turn. Encased to every inch and unable to move, the plug did something to me. I don't know what, but my rectum regarded it as a command to empty, and empty it did. It recoiled from the plug's intrusion and defended by emptying it's contents down the tube completely. It did it without my help and control. Then, in my encasement, I heard a whirring sound. 

I could never have dreamed of what the whirring sound meant. An enema I guessed. Not like this though. 

Something snaked up into my rectum. It felt like an eel had slithered up there about 10 feet. I was more full of it than I had ever been with poop, and suddenly I was irrigated with something, and as the irrigating commenced the eel retreated. When the "eel" in my rectum was gone, the whirring sound ended and I was gently released by the soft chamber walls. 

I felt a strange pang of loss that spoiled the revealing of freedom in the rise of the door. The air I knew to be warm was now cool. I opened my eyes and I pulled my mouth off the gag and arms out of the armholes and sat up. I retrieved my still firm cock from the tube and maneuvered the plug out of my ass by standing up. My nut sack came swinging pendulously out of the socket for them. The leg holes had released my legs, ankles, heels, and toes and I stepped out on my shaky right leg. It almost buckled. I swung my left out. I glanced at the guy in line behind me and he had no expression whatsoever. It felt like days since I had stepped into it.

As I put feet on the floor I realized my whole body was slightly slippery. I staggered down the steps as carefully as possible, bewildered but alive. In fact I felt VERY alive. Was it only about two minutes I was in there? I joined the line while looking back behind me. The next guy was already getting in after the door had whisked back up after the cleansing. 

How could this be? Where was I? What was going on? I regained some of my composure but it was tenuous, having just had an epic orgasm. I struggled with these questions while the line slowly bumped forward in unison, two minutes at a time. I made my way down the hall to a turn about 20 feet from the room. As I truly began to wonder what could possibly be next, the line bumped forward and I made the turn into the hallway. 

That was how it all began 233 cycles ago. That was my initiation into the system of which I now know I am just one of untold numbers. At any one time I can see as many as 20 other guys, all nearly a mirror image of myself yet somehow completely different, all plodding through the system. I know little more than I learned that first day but I will share it with you now. 

There are five stations. There is the "functions" station, as I call it in my mind. That is the one I have just described. It handles the necessary functions of urination and defecation. It also orgasms the entrants though I don't consider that a necessary function. There is a sleep station. There is a sustenance station. I'd call it food, but we never get to taste it and have no way of knowing what it is that goes into our stomach. And there is the exercise station and the cleansing station. 

After I left the function station, I bumped down the line, two minutes at a time, to a sleep station. It was the end of what I would come to think of as a "cycle". Halfway down the hall, right after an interval of wait, I moved forward and a door opened to my right. I walked in. 

Every cycle begins and ends with at the sleep station. When the lights on my sleep station wake me I stand up and walk to the doorway that is already open and join a never ending line outside the doorway, which invariably goes a function station. That is followed by a sustenance station, an exercise station, and then a function station again. 

There are three sub-cycles of function-sustenance-exercise during each full cycle. Once during every cycle is a cleaning station visit just before a function station visit, but there seem to be rules. The cleaning station visit is never first or last. The first station visited in a cycle after waking, and the last before a sleep station, are always a function station. 

The line for these stations never end but I never wait in line long either. By my reckoning there is never more than 15 guys ahead of me in line for anything. Each sleep station is in its own room. There is no opportunity to chat with the other guys outside the line. 

When I have just visited a function station for the 4th time in a day, I know the next hallway will have a door that opens just in front of me when I get to it. That is my sleep station. Once a sleep station room has an entrant, the door closes. Something or someone decides what sleep station door will open and for whom and when, but there is never any question. A few intervals down a hallway after my 4th function station visit in any cycle and a door opens. 

I have not talked about it with the other guys, but it is safe to assume it is the same or similar for them. 

I can't keep track of where anything is because it all runs together. It seems that there are innumerable stations of everything or maybe only one of each, and their locations change every time you turn a corner but there is no confusion about where to go next because of the line. You are never first or last in line. The line never ends and there are no branches off the line. The only time there is an interruption in the line is at a sleep station, or when a new guy enters the line, which is indicated a few moments to several minutes before entry by a bell tone. 

That has happened about 20 times in my memory. A door has opened on a guy that is on the brink of a total freak-out attack. One moment you are in a hallway just as normal and a door opens just like it does at a sleep station, but instead there is no station in a room but a guy standing in a hallway. Everyone does him a favor and ignores him, except for letting him in. I realize now that any indication that there is anything to fear could put one of these poor schmucks over the edge. It would have for me.  

The new guys generally get in line just like I did. Some of them ask questions, whispered in near frantic voices. 3 of them lost it immediately and ran. Presumably, doors opened for them to remove them from the system they couldn't hack. I've seen another three balk at the functions chamber before making it to the top step. Doors opened for them and they were overjoyed at the opportunity to not get in the chamber. Always the new guys are put in the line before the function station visit. 

When the guys balk at the function station, they all have about the same reaction. Arms go up and they step off the steps and back away saying:

"Oh hell no! No fucking way am I getting in that thing."

They accuse us of something being wrong with us. Call us crazy. But before they can get too many words out, a door always opens. And they see and hear it open and walk willingly into the hall it offers. When the door closes, it closes like it always does on everyone. Forever. Just as I have never seen this cycles guy in front of me before, and I know when his cycle ends for him or me, I will never see him again. 

One of the things of note that make location so confusing is the door locations. The door to the sleep station rooms might close on your left when you enter and open on the right when you wake. 

Everything is perfectly clean. There is never even so much as a fingerprint on anything. The rooms are square, and with the exception of the stations, everything is utterly featureless walls, floors, and ceiliing, chrome-like polished metal, a floor drain, and a light. 

The sleep stations are a raised pallet of the same material as the function chamber. They are lit from inside below, and from above by a rectangular fixture. They mold to your body when you lie down regardless of the position you lie in. They are warm but there are no blankets or anything. Just a smooth, somewhat slippery surface that changes from flat to contoured as soon as you lie down. 

I sleep on my back. It is just the most comfortable position, with the station cradling my head, arms, back, neck, legs, feet and even my anus and lifting the scrotum away from my perineum,, cupping my balls gently.

My first visit to the sustenance station was seriously unpleasant. I had a freak attack. From what I have seen, everybody does their first time. Just like the function station, there is a chamber, only this one is a standing station and only engulfs the upper body. The problem is really that there is no explanation. No sign on the wall telling what the stations do or how to use them. The guys in front of me who stepped in were motionless and nothing appeared to happen. They got sandwiched for 2 minutes and then stepped out and rejoined the line. 

I stepped up to the contoured negative of a face with a mouth gag just like the one in the functions chamber. The molded chamber went only to my waist, and my arms fit in negatives there for them. When I stepped into the negative half, another negative half swung down behind me locking me in. I was molded into it, with every crevice filled from just below my navel up. This time a tube snaked down my throat! 

I imagined the "eel" that slithered up into my rectum in the function station and my mind recoiled. I thought I could never again feel so violated as I felt in the functions chamber but the sustenance chamber did the same to me. 

I gagged at first but then somehow my throat was relaxed FOR me. I struggled and panicked but after a few seconds, somehow everything was fine. The tube sliding into the back of my throat was soft and my gag reaction was gone. My throat was full but I could breath through the gag, even though there was something slipping down into my stomach. I stopped my legs from pushing off the floor and gyrating below me and felt my stomach fill with something warm. After two minutes, the tube down my throat retreated slowly and smoothly and I was released. I walked away horrified and feeling used. Humiliated. 

I gave an angry look to the guy in line behind me as I stepped away to rejoin the line. He was completely indifferent and did not even meet my eyes. He stepped up as the contraption did a cleaning cycle. Would I be so indifferent in the future?

The exercise station is a treadmill. It is a belt that appears to be made out of the same or similar material as the other stations. It is even slightly slippery, though that seems seriously dangerous. It is about 3 feet wide and 8 feet long, with large rollers on either end sublimated into the floor. The belt glides over some strange surface underneath it on the floor. 

There are no handlebars. No heart rate monitors. No televisions playing cooking shows. No music blaring. No scantily clad women running around with their water bottle and a towel. Just a belt across the floor of a sizable metal box-of-a-room and always moving quietly along. 

When I enter the exercise station room it is always empty. There is no sweat on the floor or belt from a previous user. A door opens in the hallway in front of me and I enter. I step onto the already moving belt, and the program begins. 

Sometimes it is mostly walking, for what seems like hours but I have no way of knowing except that it is exhausting. Sometimes it is walking interspersed with sprints. Sometimes it is long jogs with sprints or walks. Sometimes it is a sprint that slows to a jog, that slows to a brisk walk, that slows to a plod. The program is always well within my ability but never quite the same. I cannot remember having the same program twice. Something is always varied. Also, the program seems to know what I don't feel like doing because that is what it tends to do. It doesn't seem malicious in it's choice. Just somewhat predictable that way. 




Recycled Reused



Lastly is the cleansing station. At first I thought it was the best of the stations. The least creepy or violating. Just a shower, right? A refreshing shower. I was wrong. It is no better or worse than the others. 

The cleansing station is only that. It is not refreshing. It is a round clear chamber in the middle of a rooms floor up a few steps just like the others and a door that slides down out of the ceiling to complete the chamber once an entrant steps inside. There are no holes for arms or anything, and aside from a mouth gag hanging down from above just offset from the middle, just a three foot wide chamber of the same soft, crystal-clear material but with lots of holes in it on the inside. Each of those holes sprays a clear, liquid substance. Not water.

I step in and bend over slightly and put my mouth over yet another gag, similar to the ones in the other chambers but perforated all over. While my body is relentlessly sprayed for a minute with cleanser, my mouth is sprayed with cleanser too. A tube in my mouth vacuums out the mouthwash as it is sprayed. I hold my breath, and there is no indication to do so, but it seems prudent and I still believe that it is. After the spray wash in my mouth and on my body stop, the chamber fills with a fierce warm wind. It blows every trace of cleanser off my body except for a light sheen that never really comes off. 

I say at first I thought it was best of the stations, and the least creepy. The cleansers have no smell. The cleanser that is sprayed into my mouth has no taste. It might as well be warm distilled water except it is not. It is somehow more slippery than water, though it is at least as light if not lighter. It leaves no residue in my mouth. 

I feel a psychological effect of being somehow more naked, having the protectant on my skin. The complete and total lack of hair, growing, cut, or otherwise (except for my eyelashes) is extremely depersonalizing and dehumanizing as well. I am just another of a long line of things. I am different than the other "things" but not enough to make any difference to the system. 

The sleep station was the most obvious of them all, I discovered. After my first experience in the function station, my mind wasn't ready for sleep but I was glad to lay down and rest. I lay down on what was obviously a sleeping pallet, had it cradle my naked body and before I knew it, I dozed off. I drifted off to sleep, eyes closing and I dreamed, of all things, the restaurant. I was back there. But somehow there was a function station next to the bar, and it was my turn, but only after my girlfriend got out. 

I woke to the light over my head going on and the light inside the pallet going on below me. I had the most raging hard on of all time. The lights didn't just snap on but came on to full power over the course of about two seconds. I have never felt so rested as I did at that moment. I also still felt pretty exposed. Confused and scared again, but rested. 

As I came around and sat up, the pallet released me, turning into once again a completely flat surface. Firmer. I noticed some sweat lines all over where it cradled my body. As I sat up, the door opened. The vestiges of my dream still in my head with visions of my girlfriend in a function chamber for hours on end still fresh in my mind, I spied the line outside the sleep station room, already moving. I was still here. 

I stood up in my doorway and got in line just as I had before and followed the line to a function station. The line took about 15 minutes and the function station was just like the previous night. My whole body convulsing with orgasm, my penis filled with a tube into my bladder and my anus plugged, reamed, and cleaned. I stumbled out this time, considerably less shocked than the previous night and rejoined the line finding myself thinking that there was nothing actually unpleasant about the experience, and the orgasm was truly incredible. 

The line proceeded to the sustenance station where I had my first experience, and then the exercise station, and so on. When I came once more to a sleep station, I was exhausted, and welcomed it. I crawled onto the pallet and let it claim me. I cannot remember my dreams that 2nd night but suspect they were more of the same. 

I often dream of my girlfriend, well, exgirlfriend now, who is probably someone else's girlfriend, plugged into the function chamber with various differences, usually involving nipple features that suck and steal milk from her pert breasts, which pulses out through tubes as she is orgasmed against her will. 

It is not a good-hearted dream and I of course want nothing of the kind for her. She deserves her life as I deserve mine back, but my subconscious will not be denied it's fantasy, much as I try to dream of anything else. 

I spent the first several cycles getting used to the dreams. I never heard so much as a whisper from any of the other guys and was afraid to try to communicate but in part I was too tired to feel confident enough to get up to "mischief". The third cycle I witnessed a guy "lose it". 

I was in line for the cleansing station and a guy who had just finished stepped back into line and when the guy behind him was being cleansed, he changed from the automaton that we all are to a lively man. He raised his arms trying to wipe the residue off and screamed.

"NO MORE!!" 

He stepped out of line and yelled back at us. 

"NO MORE!!"

His face contorted with rage and he continued to howl. I expected him to make a run for it but it dawned on me that there was nowhere to run. He would only see more line, more stations, more line, more stations, but all the sudden, in the side of the room we were standing in, a door opened. I had never seen the lines that made the door apparent before, but there they were and the door was open. I have looked long and hard at where I think that door was since then, and without walking over for closer inspection, I swear there is nothing there. 

He smiled, relieved, overjoyed and walked happily and grandly into the hallway where the door opened. He yelled,

"Farewell Brothers!" 

And laughed as he walked away. The hallway disappeared around a bend, of course, and when he entered it, the door closed behind him. Right on cue, the line moved again, completing another interval. Right then, some guy was probably blinking his eyes open, awake. Another guy was finishing getting his sustenance. Another guy was stepping onto a treadmill, and yet another was stepping out of a function chamber. But at that moment, one guy was walking down an empty hallway. 

I have never seen that guy since. He had a small mole on the back of his right thigh and I have been looking for it ever since on every guy I see. It all runs together but I know I have never seen him. In point of fact, from one cycle to the next I recognize nobody. There are Asian guys, black guys, Latin guys, white guys like me, and every combination thereof, but I don't think I have ever seen the same guy twice and probably wouldn't know if I had.

Since that day, I have seen 15 more guys "lose it". It never is quite the same on the part of the guy. 

3 of the guys screamed and ran forward out of sight and out of sound range. 4 of the guys screamed and ran backward down the line and hall. Some of them lost their desire to stay calm right where they were. In those cases, a door to a hallway opened nearby and the guys were only too happy to walk or run down it. In one case, a door opened at the a turn in the hallway in front of me and a guy that freaked out somewhere in line way behind me came running down the hall and ran into it. The doors shut and he was gone. 

One guy sat down on the side of a hallway. A doorway opened on a hallway just down from him, inviting. Inviting anyone and everyone who dared to walk down it. I walked past interval by interval, not really looking at the guy. He sat there considering the hallway. I was going to the exercise station next and when I went again to an exercise station the hallway I walked down was a different one, the turns at the ends being opposite, so I didn't get to see if he was still there. 

This is where I am, 233 cycles later. I calculate I have been to the function station 933 times including the night I arrived. It is no longer a going concern. None of it is. My hair has not grown back and even more concerning, my fingernails and toenails grew off. They just stopped producing, and when the nails were more off than on my fingers and toes, they started to fall off. My dental hygiene is great and my physique is fantastic. I could sprint for 15 minutes now I think. 

While I am in the shape of my life, I have no desire to continue. I never taste the food. I never taste anything. I long for the taste of anything. A steak. Broccoli. Mosquito repellant carelessly sprayed on my lips. My girlfriends pussy. 

I long for a different view. Something with colors. Something blue or green. Everything here is opaque light, crystal clear, bright and silver wall or floor, or the hides of other poor schmucks like me. I would give a finger to see the dumpster behind the restaurant. 

Orgasms mean nothing. I have 4 a day whether I want them or not and I would just as soon not have any. My body betrays me. Every time. Not only do I have every orgasm, I cannot deny the impossible pleasure I derive from them. It is not like a drug, it is a drug. One that I cannot avoid. I still fantasize about my girlfriend. I fantasize about all kinds of women from my past and having sex with them but always somewhere there is a function chamber nearby, and whether in waking fantasy or dream, someone ends up in it for a long, extended stay, getting reamed. 

I have decided to lose it. I actually decided it 20 cycles ago or so but it didn't dawn on me till a few cycles ago that I had come to that decision. It could be the end of my life, or a new beginning. For all I know it could be a life filled with torture, but I am willing to take that chance just for change. In any case, if I stay longer without "losing it", I will cease to care about anything. I will forget where I came from, because with the monotony of where I am, holding onto the memories is getting nearly impossible. 

Even now I find my memories have changed. My girlfriend looks different in my mind than how she looks in some of my memories, and I know my mind is superimposing it's construct over her actual image. For instance, I know her breasts are a B cup. But in all my memories, she has cleavage that no B cup has ever had. Where did it come from? I guess it doesn't matter because no matter what, it is NOT REAL. She didn't look that way. If I am to be sane, there must be some basis for reality. 

I have decided that tomorrow I will "lose it". After the first trip to the function station. 

CYCLE 234

So that's it then. The lights are coming on and it is cycle 234. That's poetic. 2-3-4. Why not? 

As I sit up and lower my feet to the floor, the door slides open. 

I am pretty sure this is cycle 234 for me. I have no way to count other than my mind, and my mind is probably trustworthy but it is difficult to tell sometimes. -But what am I doing? This is my last cycle. I won't recite my story today. 

I can tell the interval is about up. I don't know how I can tell but after so many cycles I just can. I step into the doorway and stretch and the interval changes and I step into line. I am determined to try to enjoy my last trip to the function station. Determined this cycle is the one. I have no plans to freak out, just to walk away from the function station toward where I am pretty sure the door will open. 

It takes 10 intervals to get to the function station chamber. I climb in just like that first time except with the sure hands and moves of a man that has climbed in and out almost a thousand times. My toes fit into the sockets and heels rock back into the molds. 

I position my anus over the plug and press down gently and my anus accepts it without question, locking around the base. My scrotum slips naturally into the scrotum pouch and my penis without looking or even touching it into the penis tube. 

Arms thrust forward into the armholes and I put my mouth over the mouth rest. The door whisks shut and I am sealed yet again into the function machine. 

The tube slides familiarly into my penis as it has hundreds of times before and hundreds of times per cycle on an untold number of guys, probably millions of times into the penises of other guys for all I knew. It doesn't matter. 

The tube pressed through to my bladder and did the emptying for me. I hadn't taken a leak by myself in the better part of a year. Then the orgasm started. My body was a total traitor when it came to this machine. It sometimes started twitching in my penis and rectum before I was even in the room with it. My body KNEW when cum-time was. I was always rock hard before ever stepping into the function station room. My penis had even grown. I estimated it had grown by about 30 percent and was never more than semi flaccid. 

The contractions began in my ass and cock and I started orgasming right away. I came and came and came until there was no more, as usual, and my orgasmic muscles were too fatigued to continue. The penis tube finished up and slipped out and the plug told my rectum to get busy. I think my rectum would have anyway, being trained like it was, but it responded and blew out everything that could have possibly been in there. 

Then the familiar eel came slithering up my rectum and cleared out anything that could possibly have been left over and I was done. 

I stepped out of the chamber feeling tired of it yet invigorated. I stepped out and knew that I was going to go through with it for good or ill. I stepped, paused, and walked toward the wall where the door was going to open. 

Only it didn't. I looked at the wall and glanced back at the line and the guys looked back at me. Even the guy that was supposed to get into the chamber was dawdling to watch. He was climbing in, but watching me. I didn't know what to do. The chamber closed on the guy and the process started on him but I was standing there feeling stupid. I chuckled a little and so did the guys in line!

I croaked, "Freak out, freak out, freak out!" half-heartedly, with an unused voice.

The guys in line snickered but cut off as the door opened pretty much where I originally thought it would. Beyond it was a hallway, like all the other hallways, except it wasn't.