Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Five Random Sentences

   This week's challenge is "Five Random Sentences,"  where we get to choose from a list of randomly generated sentences to add to our stories.  Being the deviant that I am, and inspired by Delilah S. Dawson's entry a while back, I chose the one I thought was the weirdest: "The rough sex arrives by adhesive smoke."

Close Encounters of the Kinky Kind

   Jessie woke up with a throbbing headache.  The bright lights pounded at her head like 14-wheeler slamming into a brick wall.  She shielded her eyes and grimaced in pain.
   Where the fuck am I, and how the fuck did I get here?!?
   This wasn't the first time she woke up somewhere strange, but it was the first time she woke up naked on a cold, metal table.  She tried to get up, but even the smallest move made her head swim.  She surrendered again to sleep.
   An unknown number of hours later, strange, almost-metallic voices filled the room.  Jessie startled and opened her purple glitter-covered eyes.  False eyelashes dangled from her eyelids like tassels from time-worn curtains.
   Strings of drool sparkled in the harsh light as they trickled down to form a puddle on the table.  They stretched and broke as she awkwardly sat up.
   She looked around the room -- stark white walls were made painfully bright by stark white lights.  
   A strange man in a white coat entered the room with another man, and asked him something about a time stamp that proved the consent form was signed before the subject was sedated.  The other man nodded.
   The closer they came, she realized they weren't men after all.  Their faces were an inhuman shade of green, like aliens.  Or maybe it was just her mind playing tricks on her.  She wasn't sure.    
   Before she could climb off the table, the creatures stopped her, muttering something about safety, then strapped her down and gave her something that knocked her out again.
  When she woke up later, the lights were almost completely out.  She saw no one in the room, but she sensed that something was there.
   It was a matter of seconds when she realized what she was sensing.  She could barely make out the strange smoke as it entered the room, and crept over her like a thick blanket.
   Jessie tried to scream, but the smoke filled her mouth before sound could come out.  The smoke had a sedative effect, relaxing her like a warm bath as it began to flow over her body.
   Suddenly, Jessie realized the smoke was not just over her, it was inside her, and it was growing hard inside her like a 14-inch cock.  And it felt Really. Fucking. Good.  Her hands gripped each side of the table as she felt her body being taken, deliciously consumed by this barely visible force.
   It felt like no man -- or vibrator -- ever had.  And Jessie had had quite a few -- of both.
   Waves of overwhelmingly intense pleasure crashed over her body like fierce waves from a tropical monsoon, building in intensity.  Her back arched higher than it ever had as the driving force inside her went deeper and deeper.  Just when she thought she had reached the highest point her body could handle, it pushed her higher.  Harder and harder, faster and faster, the unknown force pounded her.
   Oh, fuck!  Fuck!  FUCK, she thought.  Her body thrashed on the table like a flailing marionette, controlled by an orgasm whose power she never knew existed.  Again, she opened her mouth to scream.  But this time, the smoke released its hold on her in time for her to release an other-worldly, ear-piercing shriek that could wake even the deadest of the dead.
   Her body collapsed on the table like a leaf suddenly released by swirling winds.  Completely spent, Jessie surrendered again to sleep, more satisfied than she had ever been in her entire fucking existence.
   Behind a two-way mirror, a team of scientists applauded and cheered.
   "Ladies and gentlemen, congratulations!  Our first live experiment was a success," exclaimed the man in the coat -- who was, in fact, a man after all.
   A man in a suit raised a hand.  "Exactly how does this work?"
   "The rough sex arrives by adhesive smoke," answered the man in the lab coat.  "The subject can, of course, select the precise intensity and speed of their experience -- this particular subject has an under-sensitive G-spot, so she requires more intensity than the average person.  Regardless of one's preference, this is guaranteed to be be unlike any other sexual encounter a client has ever had.
   "Not only can the smoke penetrate smoothly, it penetrates quickly and efficiently.  And because it is, in fact, not solid, it can go deeper and fuller inside the subject than any solid object.  It can become dense and hard, and still reach places that any human or phallic object will fail to reach.
   "Here at Incubus Enterprises, we strive to bring the most pleasurable experiences known to men and women alike.  This is the first of many products we will launch within the next five years.  Our products will save marriages, fulfill fantasies, and make the world a better place to live.  Studies have shown that people who are sexually satisfied are less stressed, make better decisions, and are generally nicer people to be around.  Ultimately, by ensuring sexual satisfaction to the masses, we can one day bring about world peace!"
   Beyond the control room, a large conference table full of well-dressed onlookers was sold.  One by one, they swiped their credit cards in the machines provided, donating billions of dollars to fund the project.
   The following day, Jessie woke up on her couch, completely rested and feeling better than she had in years.
   That was a weird-ass dream I had last night, she thought. She'd had erotic dreams before, but never any that were that fucking bizarre.
   She ran a hand through her messed-up hair, and as she sat up she noticed something on the coffee table.
   It was an unmarked business envelope.  She opened it hastily, tearing through the top flap.
   Inside was a copy of her consent form and a thank-you letter, along with a $10,000 check addressed to her.  She shuddered with sobering awareness as she read the business card:

Incubus Enterprises
It's our pleasure to give YOU pleasure

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