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The White Room: Part 1

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The White Room: Part 1
Two strangers awake, naked & trapped in a strange room.

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I woke to a whiteness so blinding it took several moments

before I could do anything but squint. My eyes eventually adjusted to the pain
enough to open fully, but the brightness never dimmed.

I found myself on my back, looking up at what should have

been a ceiling, or the sky, or, well, something. Anything. Instead, all I could
see was an unbroken field of white.

Was I awake? Maybe I was dead. I felt disembodied, and there

were several failed attempts by my brain to send signals to my limbs before I
could finally recognize the existence of them.

"Okay," I thought, "so I'm not dead. I'm

still in my body. And I don't think I'm dreaming. But that doesn't mean
anything. You always think a dream is real until you wake up."

I tried to sit up but couldn't. Pins and needles wracked my

body as numbed nerve endings slowly came back to life, once again providing
sensations.

With an effort, I managed to move my head. The whiteness

where the ceiling or sky should have been continued on forever. There were no
curves, no edges, no corners that I could see. Not a single crack or flaw to
provide any sense of depth or scale. It was unnerving. I felt nauseous, my head
spinning out of control.

Without warning, the blinding white went black as I slipped

into unconsciousness.

I had no idea how long I was out. When I regained

consciousness, I felt more solid and whole in my body, no longer floating in
nothingness. But when I opened my eyes, the endless white space remained.

Feeling less lightheaded, I tried to sit up, in the process

discovering I'd been laying on some kind of flat platform, similar to a bunk or
shelf. It was the same white as the ceiling, but, as my eyes focused, I made
out its edges.

Cautiously, I lifted myself into a seated position, easing

my legs over the edge of the platform, unsure there would be anything to rest
my feet on until they made contact. The floor was as white as everything else.
I couldn't see where it met a wall, or a wall made way to a ceiling. It was
utterly disorienting, and I once more felt my head spin.

My head between my knees, I took several deep breaths to

keep from hyperventilating. When the spell had passed, I sat up and again tried
to comprehend my surroundings.

It was a physical space, that much I could decipher. I could

feel the floor under my feet, and the platform I was sitting on. Putting out a
tentative hand, I made contact with the wall my platform connected to. The seam
where they met was the only thing that gave me any sense of solidity. My hand
slowly traced the edges to where it ended in a rounded corner.

Looking down, I saw my feet; felt the solid surface beneath

them. But my brain still couldn't grasp that there was a floor, nor could I see
where the floor ended and the wall behind me began.

I tried to stand up and felt yet another wave of nausea. As

solid as the floor felt, my mind still refused to acknowledge its existence. I
sat back down on the only surface I trusted to exist, the platform.

It was only then that I realized I was completely naked.

"Where, the hell, am I?" My voice was a shaky

rasp.

That's when the screaming started.

Startled, I instinctively covered my ears and closed my

eyes. It took several moments to realize the screams were not my own.

Opening my eyes, I was shocked to find a young woman lying

supine directly across from me. She at first appeared to be floating on air
until I made out the shape of the platform beneath her, exactly like the one
I'd woken up on.

Had she been there earlier? Had she just appeared? I had no

answer. But she was there now, solid and whole, a physical thing my mind could
focus on and help ground me to reality.

She was as naked as I was.

"Hey! Hey!" I tried to speak, to get her

attention, to calm her cries despite my own sense of panic.

Her shrieks suddenly ended. She, as I had done upon waking

to this madness, had blacked out.

The room was now deafening in its silence. I listened for a

sound, any sound; a creak, a rustle, the hum of electricity, anything. Yet
there was only the whisper of my breathing, and that of the young woman's.

Focusing on her gave me a better grasp of the room. She

appeared to be only several feet away. It would have been impossible to judge
the scale of the all-white space without her as a focal point.

I tried my feet again. Keeping one hand against the wall

that supported my platform, I slowly started to traverse the space. There were
no corners, only the gentle slope of the surface, guiding me in an eventual
half circle, where I paused near the unconscious woman's side.

She appeared to be in her late teens, perhaps early

twenties. Her long hair fell in random strands around her expressionless face.
It was only the gentle rise and fall of her chest that told me she was still
alive, her breath slow but steady. I felt a twinge of embarrassment when I
again noticed her nudity, instinctively averting my eyes.

Not yet having the courage to move without a constant grip

on the wall, I continued my journey, moving past her along the surface of the
space, eventually coming back around towards the other side. I'd pause every
few steps, feeling for a door, a seam, or anything that might hint at a way
out. I found nothing.

Arriving back at my original starting point, I collapsed on

the platform, exhausted. I estimated what I now understood to be a circular,
enclosed room at about ten, maybe fifteen feet in diameter. Not very big at
all. Still, I felt like I'd just run a marathon.

Now having some sense of scale, I found it easier to look

more closely around the room. There were no lighting fixtures. Whatever was
illuminating it appeared to be coming directly from the solid surfaces of the
room itself. There were no power outlets, no switches, no air vents.

Every surface I touched felt the same; solid, yet soft.

Pushing against the wall, it gave slightly. I hit it, gently at first, then
several more times with increasing effort. It withstood the pounding with no
damage. In a sudden rage I punched the wall with all my strength. If it had
been any other surface, I'd likely have broken my hand, but there was barely a
sound, and I felt no pain.

Testing the floor the same way, I stomped my feet with all

my might. Both the energy and sound were absorbed by the strange surface. I sat
back down, trying desperately to shake off the fear now gripping me.

"Hello?" Her voice was timid, meek, barely above a

whisper.

The young woman was sitting up, her face a mask of confusion

and horror. Her arms wrapped tightly across her chest, hugging herself, not, it
appeared, from any sense of modesty, but from fright.

She was looking directly at me. "Hello? Who, who are

you? Where am I? What's going on?" Her voice trembled, the pitch rising
higher with each question.

Taking a deep breath, I steadied my own nerves before

responding. "My name's Nick. I'm sorry, but I have no idea where we are or
what's happening either."

Her body trembled uncontrollably. "Did, did you bring

me here? Why are you naked?" Looking down at herself, she finally realized
her own nudity. With a wail, she curled up into the fetal position on the
platform, futilely attempting to cover herself as she cried.

I tried to reassure her. "Listen, I didn't bring you

here. And I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just as confused and afraid as you
are, okay? But I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. Just try to relax."

She gave no indication she'd heard me, only lay there,

holding herself, weeping uncontrollably.

I had no idea what to do. Going over to try and comfort her

would only make things worse, especially given my nakedness. She'd probably
think I was attacking her. She was simply going to have to come to grips with
this as I had.

I lay back on my platform, eventually dozing off to the

sound of her continued sobs.

When I woke, I found the young woman again sitting up,

looking at me.

She still looked frightened, but she made no move to cover

her body, even as I sat up to face her.

"Where, are we?" she asked.

I shrugged. "I have no idea. This is the most

impossible room I've ever seen. If you can even call it a room."

"It, hurts my brain," she grimaced. "I can

barely look at it. If you weren't here to focus on, I think I'd go mad trying
to comprehend it."

Silence hung heavy for several moments before she spoke

again. "I'm Chloe."

"Hello, Chloe, I'm Nick. I'd say it's nice to meet you,

but,” I gestured at our surroundings.

That brought a small smile to her face. "How did we get

here?"

"I have no idea. The last thing I remember is,” I

paused, struggling to actually recall my last memory before waking up here.

It came back to me slowly, in fragments. "I was, home.

Cooking dinner. A steak, I think. I remember hearing a humming noise coming
from my yard, and seeing a bright light through my kitchen window. I thought
maybe a power line had gone down or something. I remember stepping out on my
patio to investigate, and then, and then I woke up here."

Chloe nodded slowly. "I was just getting home from

shopping. I was struggling to open my front door with an arm full of groceries
when I heard the noise. A loud humming. I remember seeing a light coming from
behind me, which was strange because it was very sunny. I thought something odd
may be happening to the neighbor's house across the street. I turned around to
look, and, and then I woke up screaming."

I've always been a rational, logical thinker. Our stories

were both very similar, and I put my mind to work, trying to figure it out.
"So neither of us recall being attacked or abducted. We were both alone,
saw and heard the same thing. Where are you from?"

"Sacramento, California. You?"

"Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Opposite end of the

country. It's not like we were close enough to be taken by the same person.
This may seem odd to ask, but do you remember what day it was? The date and
time?"

Her face twisted in thought. "It was, Friday. September

10th. I don't remember the exact time, maybe 4pm, 4:15? Why?"

My brain did some quick math. "That sounds about right.

Same day for me, somewhere around 7pm. It's a three hour time zone
difference."

Her eyes went wide with comprehension. "We were taken

at the same time."

"Yeah, but that's impossible. Unless,”

I stood, shouting upwards at the white nothingness.

"Hello? Is there anybody out there? Can you hear me? Where are we?
hello?" There was no echo, and silence filled the room as my voice trailed
off.

"We Are Here."

The pure shock of the voice sent me reeling, my head hitting

the platform as I collapsed in a heap to the floor. I felt no pain; both the
platform and floor had cushioned my fall, and I sustained no injury at all.

At least not to my body. My mind, however, was a different

story. The voice seemed to come from everywhere, yet nowhere. My brain felt
like it was swelling.

Chloe was screaming again.

A buzzing sound rang in my ears as a wave of warm energy

enveloped my body. I immediately felt a sense of peaceful calm flow through me,
erasing all fear and panic. Chloe's screams had ceased, and the room was again
quiet except for the hum.

My body started to move, lifting itself up off the floor,

although not under my control. I felt like a puppet, someone pulling my
strings.

Suspended midair, my eyes opened to find Chloe, also

floating, enveloped in a beam of soft blue light, projected from the ceiling or
the floor, I could not tell. I was bathed in a similar luminescence.

Energy surged through every cell of my body; calming,

relaxing, peaceful, yet also giving me a sense of vigor I'd never known before.
It felt like being reborn. I sensed my blood flowing through my body, could
feel every molecule of oxygen pass through my lungs and into my bloodstream. It
was intoxicating.

Every nerve ending in my skin, from head to toe, tingled

with a mix of sensations; the warmth of the sun, the coolness of a gentle
breeze, and the comforting pleasure of a gentle caress all at once.

Across from me, Chloe's eyes were closed, her face no longer

terrified, but relaxed and peaceful in pure bliss.

The Voice came again from nowhere and everywhere. "We

are here. Do not fear. You will not be harmed. We will care for you. We are
here."

The Voice was softer this time. It wasn't exactly human, nor

did it sound robotic or computerized. There was no gender to it, speaking in
static tones that weren't quite emotionless.

Whoever was behind The Voice must have been able to read my

mind, because it answered my unspoken question.

"We are from elsewhere. We are to observe. We are to

help you. You are to help us."

I managed to find my voice. "Why, us?"

"You are compatible."

"Compatible? What, what does that mean?"

"You are compatible," The Voice

repeated.

Before I could question it further, the wave of light energy

shifted from blue to red. The pleasure level in my body increased tenfold. It
felt like multiple soft hands caressing my skin. I would have been shaking
uncontrollably if my body could actually move.

Waves of sexual stimulation built within me, beginning in my

loins. My penis quickly swelled to full erection, twitching as it grew. Somehow
it was my only body part free to move, expanding to a hardness I'd not known
since my youth.

Imagine receiving a blowjob, a handjob, and being deep

inside the warmest, wettest, tightest vagina you've ever felt, all at once.
Meanwhile, the rest of you is being massaged erotically by a dozen pairs of
sensual hands. It still won't come close to the sensations I was experiencing.

Chloe's light had also changed, and she appeared to be taken

control of by the same pleasure waves.

I could not help but now focus on her nudity. Her breasts

heaved in time with her hitching breaths, her hips gyrating rhythmically.

Her legs were parted enough to expose her vulva. It looked

swollen and flushed under her patch of soft pubic hair, with a sheen of
moisture glistening over her sex.

Her low gasps grew to moans of lust, and her eyes now fixed

on me intently. But not on my face. She was focused on my cock. And she was
drooling.

I sensed my orgasm building, slowly but steadily. My cock

stopped twitching, going fully rigid as my climax hit, my semen shooting out in
what felt like an endless stream of long, thick strands. It was the most
intense orgasm I'd ever felt.

Chloe's moans matched mine in intensity, enthralled in her

own orgasm. The scent of her sex was strong in my nose, and I saw the trickle
of moisture from her pussy become a stream, dripping small puddles on the
floor. She squealed as another wave took her, then went silent, her head
drooping towards her chest. I couldn't tell if she was still conscious or not.

My own orgasmic waves now subsiding, my still erect penis

forced the final drops from the tip to join the mess I'd already left beneath
me.

The lights went blue again. My breathing slowed, my body

relaxed. Chloe and I were guided by invisible hands back to our platforms,
laying us down gently. The lights blinked out, and the humming ceased.

Again able to move, I turned my head to find Chloe lying on

her platform, relaxed and peaceful. In that moment, I found her indescribably
beautiful.

I watched while her hand caressed her inner thigh, smearing

the wetness that lingered there. Gathering some on her fingers, she brought
them to her nose and inhaled, sighing contentedly.

Chloe turned to face me and smiled. Her eyes closed as she

drifted off to sleep.

I smiled back at her sleeping form, then fell into slumber

myself.

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I woke, energized and alert, to find Chloe already up and

about, exploring the walls in much the same way I had earlier.

Noticing I was now awake, she smiled. "Good, morning?

Evening? I have no idea what time it is," she laughed. "How are you
feeling?"

Sitting up, I detected none of my earlier nausea.

"Fine. Great, in fact. I've never woken up feeling this refreshed or
energized before."

"I know, it's crazy, right? I should be terrified

after, that, but all I feel is,” Chloe paused in her thoughts, then shrugged.
"Great. I feel great."

Chloe sat beside me on the platform. She seemed completely

comfortable and uninhibited by our mutual nudity. Although I suppose after our
experience under the lights, it would be ridiculous to feel embarrassed about
it at this point.

Still, as she sat beside me, our hips touching, I felt my

pulse quicken, causing a stir down below that I struggled not to focus on, lest
things get out of control.

It took a moment to realize she was speaking. "So I'm

assuming you heard the voice too, and felt, what we felt, right? It's not just
a case of me dreaming, or going mad?"

"No, you're not mad. That, or we both are. But yeah,

that, happened." Looking at the floor, I saw that the mess of ejaculate
I'd released was gone. How, I had no idea. But I could smell Chloe's scent
still strong on her, the sticky remnants of her juices now drying on her thighs
still visible.

Noticing my gaze, Chloe blushed, but made no move to cover

herself. "This is crazy. I should feel embarrassed, ashamed, humiliated. I
should feel violated, raped. But I don't. All I know is that was the most
incredible pleasure I've ever felt, and,

I want, I want to feel that again."

"Me, me too," I stammered. "Jesus, what did

they do to us?"

Chloe's hand found mine, and we sat in silent wonder.

Time was impossible to gage in the White Room, but we passed

some by sharing each other's story.

I learned Chloe was 21, a sophomore in college, and hoping

to someday become a pediatrician because she loved children. She was single,
sharing a rented house with her best friend Lily. She enjoyed yoga, cheesy
romance novels, and preferred beer over wine.

She learned I was 42, divorced and living alone. I told her

about my career as a commercial voice actor; mostly radio commercials for
various businesses in the Philadelphia market, but occasionally branching out
with a few nationally run spots for big name clients. It didn't pay as much as
people thought it did, but I lived comfortably enough, and it sometimes allowed
me to travel around the country, although I'd never been to Sacramento. I made
a promise to come visit if we ever got out of this.

That led our conversation towards our predicament. "So,

you think we will get out of here?" Chloe asked.

"Well, sure," I said, "I mean, we have to

believe that, right?" She nodded without conviction.

"It's, it's gotta be aliens, right?" She looked

almost embarrassed to say it. "I mean, what else could it be?"

"Well, perhaps hypnosis, or mind altering drugs, or,”

My voice trailed off, not really believing my words. ", but yeah, probably
aliens. Or some interdimensional beings. Or one of us is dreaming. But none of
this feels like a dream."

"Plus, normally," I paused, shaking my head with a

laugh. "No, never mind."

"What? Come on, finish your thought," Chloe

insisted.

"Ok, but it's kinda embarrassing. Normally, when I have

a, you know, a sex dream, I wake up before, before the good part," I
finished sheepishly.

Chloe burst into peals of laughter. "So that's how you

know this is real?" Her laugh wasn't cruel or mocking, merely finding
humor in the absurdity of our situation. I grinned at her and shrugged.

"Sorry," she said, wiping a tear from her eye as

she caught her breath, "I wasn't laughing at you, just,"

"It's okay, I get it. I'm happy you can laugh. Better

to laugh than,”

"Scream," she finished for me.

We sat quietly for a while. When I instinctively put my arm

around her, she didn't shrug it off. Instead, she rested her head on my
shoulder. In a less bizarre situation I may have felt inclined to make a move,
but I wasn't about to make a sexual advance on a young woman who had woken up
to find herself nude and trapped in some mind bending alien cell with a
strange, naked man twice her age. No matter how attractive she was, or how much
she currently smelled like sex.

"What do you think they meant by 'compatible?'"

Chloe asked.

"No idea," I replied. "Maybe something to do

with D N A? Or they just wanted a male and female of our species? I don't
know."

"I suppose we could ask them, but I don't think they're

here right now."

"Me either. They feel, absent, somehow."

Chloe sniffed curiously, then sighed. "God, I need a

shower. I smell like,” Her voice trailed off, as if too embarrassed to finish.

Dammit. She had to go and point it out. I'd always had a

sensitive nose, and especially loved the scent of a woman's arousal. I'd
convinced many a past lover to share their panties with me, and of course I
truly enjoyed giving them oral, basking in their unique smells and tastes.

I'd been trying not to focus on the exhilarating aroma currently

wafting up from Chloe's thighs, but now it was all I could think about.

Chloe sat up with a startled jerk. "I, I guess you

smell it too," she said in a bemused tone.

She was looking at my lap with a crooked grin. Because of

course, I'd gotten an erection.

I removed my arm from around her and tried to cover myself

up, which only made things worse, as the simplest contact to my throbbing penis
sent shockwaves of pleasure through it and my body, making me shudder.

"Shit! Chloe, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for,"

Her soft voice stopped me. "It's okay, it's not your

fault. Or mine. None of this is our fault. We didn't ask to be here."

She gestured around the room. "This whole thing is

crazy! I don't know what they did to us with those lights. But they changed
something. I should be curled up on the floor, sucking my thumb and drooling.
But it's like they altered my brain. All my fear, my confusion, my,
inhibitions. Gone. And that's nothing compared to what they did to my
body."

Chloe took a long, deep breath, held it, then released.

"I'm just as, aroused, as you are. Have been since that thing with the
lights. Just been trying not to focus on it. But seeing your," her eyes
glanced shyly at my cock, “seeing it like that, it's like somebody threw a switch
or something." Her voice trembled, and I noticed her legs rocking, thighs
gently squeezing and releasing unconsciously.

Several awkward moments passed. I closed my eyes, trying to

focus on anything else but my pulsing erection, when the fresh, musky scent of
female arousal filled my nose so suddenly that I gasped with surprise and
pleasure.

Chloe let out a gasp to echo my own and, opening my eyes, I

saw her, leaning back against the wall, legs fully parted, masturbating
furiously.

Her face flushed when she caught my stare. "I can't

help it. I, I just need, release." Biting her lip, her eyes again went to
my cock. "You, you can, too. If you want. I won't mind."

I needed no further encouragement. The hand that had been

making a vain attempt to cover my erection now gripped it firmly and began the
familiar motions.

I'd been masturbating since the day I'd found a Playboy

magazine in my dad's nightstand, but this was like nothing I'd ever experienced
before. Somehow, every nerve ending in my penis felt heightened tenfold. I
could feel the blood pulsing inside the sponge-like flesh of it, stretching and
expanding my erection beyond its limits. It couldn't possibly be growing in my
hand, yet it certainly felt that way.

My eyes found Chloe. Her left hand was caressing her breasts,

alternating between them, twisting and pulling swollen nipples. Her right hand
was furiously fingering her sex, creating wet squelching sounds as they slid in
and out of her pretty pink hole.

Her face glowed radiantly, full of lust, pleasure and pure

joy. Her bright eyes wandered over my body, never straying their attention too
far from my cock as I jerked at a strong, steady pace.

Sensing my need, Chloe twisted her body, bracing her weight

on one arm as she lifted her right leg up onto the platform. Her foot came to
rest on my hip, giving me a much more personal view as her fingers continued
their explorations of her intimate flesh.

Chloe parted her delicate labia, exposing the slick opening

to her vagina. Inserting two fingers, she closed them around her swollen
clitoral hood, teasing her hole while stimulating her clit. Her pubic hair was
wet and matted, large dollops of thick cream oozing from between her fingers,
running down her ass crack. Her scent was overpowering.

I turned myself towards her as well, our legs entwined, our

genitals now mere inches apart as we pleasured ourselves.

Chloe's moans ceased as her mouth formed a silent O. Every

muscle in her body tensed, then released in spasms as her climax took her. She
found her voice again, releasing squeals of pleasure, her hips rocking
uncontrollably. I watched, fascinated, as her natural lubrication gushed in
clear little streams to pool on the platform beneath her.

Without thinking, I scooped up her ejaculate, bringing my

fingers to my nose and lips. Her taste was sweet, and I savored it on my
tongue. Gathering up more, I slathered her warm juices on my impossibly hard
cock and began stroking again in earnest.

Chloe continued to masturbate, grinning wickedly at me, now

solely focused on her clit, rubbing it in circles at an ever increasing pace.
Thick strands of her cum dripped from her like honey from a hive.

"I've, never been, this wet," she gasped,

"I'm, gonna cum again."

Her teeth clenched and her face twisted, again racked in

wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. Her pussy gushed, the pool beneath her
becoming a lake, and I immediately gathered up more to lubricate my own
throbbing organ.

I felt my orgasm approaching, but instead of speeding up, I

slowed my pace to long, steady strokes, drawing out the pleasure, increasing
the buildup, until my cock felt like it would explode and I could hold back no
longer.

I let out an animalistic growl as my first blast burst from

me, splattering across Chloe's lower abdomen, coating the hand working her
still needy cunt. Without missing a beat, Chloe rubbed my gooey spunk into her,
mixing it with her own lubrication.

My second blast added to it, as hot and strong as the first.

Chloe gathered my continuing eruption into her hand, adding it to the growing
mess between her legs. Her head rocked and her eyes rolled back as another
orgasm took her. Our groans of passion rang in each other's ears and the smell
of sweat and cum filled the air, making us drunk with lust.

Finally, we collapsed into each other, exhausted and gasping

for breath as our orgasms subsided.

Chloe exhaled a warm breath on my neck, her soft breast

pressed up against my arm. Her hand landed on my thigh; it was sticky with our
mixed fluids.

We sat in silence. There were no words to say. How does one

even begin to talk about such an intense and erotic experience?

Suddenly, a strange tingling sensation began. It felt random

at first, until I realized it was coming from the parts of me still coated with
cum.

Chloe must have felt it too, because she sat up quickly, and

her hands instinctively went to cover her sex. She let out a soft gasp, of
surprise or pleasure I could not be sure.

We both watched, awestruck, as the sticky mess that covered

us slowly dissolved, transforming into little points of glowing gold light that
drifted up towards the ceiling. (If there was, in fact, a ceiling. We'd never
determined how high up the room went.)

Gradually, they disappeared.

"What, the, hell?" I whispered. Chloe remained

silent, her eyes wide, mouth agape.

I stood, looking upwards. "Hey!" I shouted towards

the unknown. "Hey! You there? What was that? What are you doing to us?
Answer me, damn it!"

There was not even the echo of my own voice in reply.

I sat back down, confused and frustrated. Chloe wrapped her

arms around me and we lay together on the platform, our bodies still warm,
flushed and sweaty from our exertions. It took only minutes for an exhausted
sleep to fall over us.

I woke to find myself alone. I had a moment of panic until I

saw Chloe, still sleeping peacefully, on her own platform.

I sat up, feeling as fresh and energetic as before, but

there was now another sensation: hunger. How long had we been here? When did I
last eat? I couldn't recall.

Chloe woke, and I could not help but admire her lithe,

feminine form as she rose with a stretch. She looked slightly confused.
"Did, did you move, or did I?"

"Dunno," I shrugged. "Maybe they moved us

while we slept."

"We seem to sleep a lot since we've been here,"

she mused, "but the upside is I feel amazingly refreshed and energized
afterwards. I also feel, starving." Her stomach grumbled as if to
emphasize her point.

"Yeah, me too," I chuckled. "Wonder what they

got to eat around this joint? Think 'Uber Eats' delivers here?"

Her grin at my joke became a frown when her stomach growled

again. "Well I hope they remember us carbon based lifeforms need
sustenance once in a while."

As if on cue, the humming noise began, and we were once

again enveloped in the pale blue lights. We were lifted to the air as the
calming, peaceful sensations of the beams flowed through us.

The color then changed to green, and I felt something new: a

sense of being nourished, replenished. My hunger pangs immediately subsided.

But it was more than just some strange, alien version of

intravenous feeding. Because I was also tasting things. I could sense the
flavors of various foods flooding my taste buds. Most I recognized, several I
did not, but all of them were delicious. My body felt the way it would after a
satisfying meal of several courses, but without the discomforts or sense of
lethargy one often has after eating too much.

With the slightest shift in the frequency of the hum came

another new sensation; the feeling of hydration. I tasted the coolest, cleanest
water I'd ever had flowing through my mouth and down my throat, the illusion so
real I swallowed regularly, despite the fact there was no real liquid.

Another frequency shift, another sensation. A tingling

similar to the one I'd felt earlier started deep within my bowels, spreading
slowly throughout my body. It was odd, but not unpleasant, almost like a
burning sensation that didn't cause pain.

As the tingling wave reached every part of me, tiny

particles began emanating from my pores, transforming into the same glowing
gold points of light we'd seen before, drifting slowly up and away, fading from
view.

I can't even begin to describe how alive I felt in that

moment.

Looking over, Chloe was enveloped in her own luminous gold

cloud. Her body glowed like an angel.

The lights changed from green to blue as the last of the

golden lights flickered away. We were again guided back down on our platforms
and released.

I sat up immediately, as did Chloe. "Holy shit,"

she gasped. "That was amazing!"

I stood and addressed the ceiling. "Hey! Whoever you

are! Can we talk? What was that?"

I didn't truly expect an answer. But I got one. "Nourishment.

Purification." The Voice responded.

"Purification?" I was beginning to grasp what

happened, but wanted clarification.

"Purification." The Voice

repeated. "Impurities must be removed for optimal life form
function. Optimal life form function must be reached in order to achieve
objective."

"Objective?" I asked, "What exactly is the

objective here?"

"Optimal compatibility."

"I don’t understand!" I yelled at our invisible

captor.

"Impurities must be removed for optimal life form

function," The Voice repeated. "Removal of
impurities will be completed in several stages to compensate for life form
fragility. Once optimal life form function has been reached, optimal
compatibility will be achievable."

"What happens when optimal compatibility is

achieved?" I asked, calmer this time.

"Conjoining," answered The Voice.

"What the hell does that mean?" I asked, although

I had my suspicions.

I received no answer.

Chloe was crying. I moved to comfort her. "Hey, it's

okay, don't be afraid, we'll be alright."

She looked up at me, wiping away her tears. "No, you

don't understand," she said, her voice still hitching with sobs, "I
think, no, I know. They, they cured me."

I was, of course, confused. Once she'd calmed herself, she

explained. "I was diagnosed with Crohn's disease at age fifteen. The
symptoms have varied in severity over the years, and I've actually been in
remission for a while now. I haven't experienced any symptoms since I've been
here, but somehow, during that, 'purification', I felt it. I can't explain how
I know, but I know. They cured me. Just purged it from my body somehow. Oh my
God," Her voice trailed off in wonder, her tears beginning anew.

I simply sat there, stunned, and held her.

Optimal Health

While I waited for Chloe to deal with her emotions, my

musings turned towards my own body, and how I was feeling since the
"Nourishment and Purification" process.

My initial thought had been that "purification"

simply meant the removal of bodily wastes. It would explain why I'd felt no
urges to relieve myself since I'd been here.

But if Chloe's revelation was true, and I had no reason to

doubt her, then it was much more than simply cleaning out our waste systems.

Looking myself over, I discovered that several small moles

I'd had on my chest and shoulders were gone. A scar I'd had on the back of my
hand from a bike accident as a kid was no longer there. I looked at my hand in
wonder, searching for any trace of it, but saw only smooth, fresh skin.

My stomach looked flatter, like I'd lost a few pounds.

Although that could be explained by the fact I'd not actually eaten any solid
food for, well, however long we'd been there.

I was in decent shape for 42, but had developed certain

things all middle aged men experience as time and age slowly takes its toll. A
bit of a paunch from unhealthy eating; aches and pains in various areas that
one learns to simply live with.

I felt none of those pains now. My legs, always so tight,

now felt loose and flexible. My back had no stiffness; there was no crick in my
neck.

I wondered about my eyesight. I had been using reading

glasses for the past several years, and now I was curious if I'd still need
them. I couldn't be sure without something to focus on, like a book or computer
screen, but I felt like I could see better in general.

I felt less bloated than usual, like I'd been given an enema

or something, my colon completely cleansed of any built up waste.

Overall, I felt healthier than I had in at least a decade.

Once Chloe had composed herself, we discussed the similar

changes we both felt in our bodies. Being younger than I, Chloe was already in
better shape generally, but her Crohns did leave her with general discomforts
and pains she had just gotten used to dealing with over the years, things she
said were now completely gone.

"What else can you see or feel that's different?"

I asked her. "Think about it. Do you have any scars or birthmarks missing?
Something like that?"

Chloe looked at her abdomen. "My appendectomy scar is

gone. And I don't have any birthmarks or moles, except," she paused,
blushing a little, "I have this, mole. On my ass. It's low down, I can
only see it in a mirror. I've always felt a little self-conscious about it. I
guess, I guess I have to know. Could you, take a look for me?"

Without waiting for an answer, Chloe stood and turned,

giving me a full view of her beautifully curved bottom.

I couldn't help blushing myself as I leaned in to inspect

it, searching for the mole in question. I saw nothing but her creamy, smooth
skin, and said so.

"Are you sure? It's kinda low and between, just on the

underside of my left butt cheek." Chloe bent forward and reached around
with her hand, spreading herself open.

I still could see no mole, but I certainly could now see her

plump vulva and delicate pink labia, along with her tight little anus, winking
at me as she pulled her ass cheeks open wider. Once again my nose breathed in
the special scent wafting from between her legs. It was all I could do to keep
myself from leaning in closer to inhale her.

Instead, I stammered, "Um, no, no mole. I guess it's

gone."

Chloe sat back down. "So strange," she mused,

"I wonder why they're fixing us like this? And I wonder what they meant
by," Her voice trailed off with a giggle. "Sorry. Guess I should have
expected that with the view I just gave you."

I didn't understand what she meant at first, until I noticed

her looking at the erection I'd gotten without even realizing it.

"Sorry, I really was trying to keep my inspection,

professional," I apologized with an embarrassed grin.

Chloe's smile was warm and kind. "I know. But you're a

man, you can't help looking. And I'm okay with the idea of you being aroused by
it. It's, flattering. With all we've been through so far, it's only natural
that you'd want sex after having my bare ass in your face."

"Look, Chloe, I'd never presume to,"

Chloe cut me off. "I know. You've been nothing but a

gentleman since we woke up here. Even with the sexual stimulation from the
lights, even when we masturbated together, you've never tried to touch me
inappropriately, or force yourself on me. And I truly appreciate that. Because
I know it can't be easy for you."

"Actually, it's very easy for me," I stated

firmly, "because I'd never touch a woman who didn't want to be touched.
Period."

Chloe nodded appreciatively. "Thank you."

She gave me a shy, nervous, smile. "Being honest, I'm

actually not that horny myself at the moment; still kind of reeling from the
idea of having been miraculously healed. But I'd be more than happy to, well,
give you a hand. If you want it."

My eyes lit up. "I'd love that, but only if you're

sure," I answered, desperately hoping that she was indeed sure.

Chloe responded by taking my hard cock in her hand. It

jumped at her touch. She began pleasuring me with long, slow, gentle strokes.

My arm slipped naturally around her as she nuzzled into me,

resting her head on my shoulder while she watched her ministrations. I could
feel her warm left breast pressing against my chest. My hand hung dangerously
close to her right breast, fingers just barely grazing the side.

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