Abduction
It had been pretty much a normal week for me. I went to bed in a motel room in Colfax. Not The Hyatt but not Motel 6 either.
I'm usually in motels four to five nights a week. That's just part of the job.
If you look on Wikipedia under Road Warrior, there's a picture of me lugging a suitcase and a laptop bag.
This morning I woke up staring at milky glass ceiling.
Hmm that's odd. Looks kind of like glowing glass.
Usually, motel ceilings are textured sheetrock, painted white.
I look at my watch. No watch just latex. Black latex. My whole hand and arm. Behind my hand there are other people. OTHER PEOPLE?!! I sit up fast.
There are others here. On the floor like me. All naked. I look down. I'm naked.
Wearing the world's best black latex catsuit, but naked. As I can see from my rock-hard erection, the catsuit is anatomically correct, and vacuumed on to me.
It's like I've been shaved and then spraypainted gloss black. Actually, I'm not sure if that's not really the case, as it's obvious that I don't have any hair on my arms or genitals.
As I look around, I see that everyone is in the same situation.
There seem to be more than fifty people here. Both sexes, all in black latex with a hood that covers everything except the eyes and mouth. And no seams or zippers anywhere.
The girls all have ponytails. The guys bald. I reach to my own head. Nope, no hair there either. What the fuck is going on?
A beautiful girl walks up and introduces herself.
"I'm Bonny, you're the new guy. Welcome. There's no point trying to hide that. We're all going to see everything sooner or later"
I had been trying to hide my boner, apparently unsuccessfully.
She was gorgeous, and I could see every detail. If I was anatomically correct, so was she. Outer lips only. Actually, it looked like she was sealed shut.
What the hell was going on?
I stood up and looked around. Everyone was watching me.
And no, it wasn't because of the catsuit, or my penis. Everyone had the first, and half had the second. It was because I was the 'new guy'.
I would soon learn what that meant.
It was quite the briefing.
We were somewhere.
We couldn't leave.
We never saw anyone.
There was one large room with permanent furniture. Like shapes extruded from the floor with softer surfaces on top.
There were 8 alcoves around the room. Like smaller versions of the big room. There were no doors, just a kind of privacy field that went on when a couple walked in.
We all had to have sex. Not all the time, but according to some system.
There were 64 people. Half women and half men.
Some had been here for years.
There were eight couples currently having sex.
Yes, during my briefing.
Apparently once they start, they cannot undock.
The situation was explained. Your genitals are covered until it's your turn. When the latex rolls down on your penis it forms a ring. The same with females. You have to meet-up with your new partner. It's easy enough, you just raise your hand and say, "It's my turn". Then you look for your partner with their hand raised.
There are consequences if you don't meet up. The latex sticks your arms to your sides, then your legs stick together, then the latex starts to grow over your mouth, then your eyes, no one's gone further than that.
When you meet your partner, you have sex.
Once you penetrate, you are locked together. The rings form a bearing of sorts. You can rotate however you want; you just can't separate.
The men are always erect, and the women are always wet. I was wondering about the first one. I'm not shy, but facing a room full of strangers, I would not normally remain hard this long. Especially with 32 guys. I'm not homophobic, but I'm definitely straight.
Couples are locked together until the male has 32 orgasms. They think women's may be counted as well, but the women always seem to reach 32 first. Then you are released, and you have two to three weeks of down time, till your next partner.
You never repeat partners.
After you have locked to all 32 women you disappear the same way you came. Everyone assumes we get returned to where we came from. Nobody wants to talk about the alternative.
The next day there's a 'new guy' or 'new girl'. Someone of the opposite sex introduces themselves to the new person, and begins the briefing.
Most people take 10 to 14 days to finish a cycle. The record is 8 days
There are no facilities, the suit takes care of everything.
There's a drinking fountain and food bricks from a dispenser. They aren't bad, and seem to be different every time, but there's only water.
There's a clock on the wall. No one realized it was a clock. Partly because it's not in numbers, and partly because it's in base eight. But it's definitely counting up.
And it wasn't hard to figure out which digit was days. So then eight days in a week, eight weeks in a month, eight months in a year.
The days seem to be quite a bit shorter. I tried paying attention before I could get acclimated. I was guessing 18-20 hours in a day. With the days being 20-25% shorter that would make their years not much longer than ours.
And with no watches I think we can just go with that.
I think I'm the first scientific minded person abducted. No one even realized it was a clock, let alone did the math.
Then I showed them that we were in space.
Yes space.
As in aliens.
No windows, but the water coming out of the water fountain had a strange twist to it. Coriolis force not gravity.
I didn't just spot that, I was looking for it. Gravity seemed a bit light.
So, a rotating habitat. Probably in EML2 or Earth Moon Lagrange point 2. It's always behind the moon as seen from earth. An obvious place to hide.
Then I really blew their minds. We weren't all speaking the same language.
Probably translator gadgets in our ears, under the hoods. Our outer ears were perfectly formed, but closed off at the inner ear.
I was talking to a tall blond girl named Mischka one day and suddenly had a flashback to watching Kungfu movies. Like when they are badly dubbed.
I stopped her for a second. I hated to do it, as how often in my life had I been talking, one on one, to a tall blond in nothing more than a millimeter of latex. Latex that was vacuumed on to her. But I stopped her and asked where she was from.
"Sebastopol" she replied.
Say 'goodbye' I told her, and watched her lips make four syllables.
Dasvidaniya.
"Do you speak English?" I asked her.
"No, just Russian and a little Ukrainian."
"Well. I'm speaking American English"
"No, you are speaking Russian, with a good Moscow accent. Why would you say you are speaking English?"
After that everyone spent days talking to everyone else.
Amazed that everyone had taken for granted, that everyone else was from their neck of the woods, and suddenly finding out we were multinational.
We couldn't even learn the others languages because they all sounded the same to us.
But it was a good diversion. After that everyone called me Professor.
Four days after arriving, I was walking over to see what kind of brick I would get for lunch and I felt air on my dick.
I looked down, as it felt like my pants had fallen off.
There was my naked manhood with a small ring around the base.
"Oh" I said.
I looked up and there was a girl right in front of me. Obviously, my new partner, as she had a matching ring around her vagina.
"Uh, Hi?" Not my best pickup line.
But I guess it worked as she took my hand and started leading me to one of the alcoves.
"My name's Beth" she said.
I had seen her around but hadn't talked to her yet. I'm not shy, but I'm also not used to talking to naked female strangers.
She was what most would call thick. I would call her cuddly. Big butt. Big boobs. A little short. Very much my cup of tea.
Back home I would have been ogling her. Trying to figure out a way to get to talk to her. Boy did she look good in latex. And here she was leading me by the hand to a make-out booth.
And she didn't even know my name.
"Uh Ben... my names Ben" I stammered. Boy talk about smooth.
"Well Ben, looks like we're going to be married for the next two weeks. Ready for the honeymoon?"
