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The White Room: Part 3
Nick & Chloe's daughter discovers the purpose of her birth.
By Djmac1031. Listen to the Podcast
at Steamy Stories.
(The following is a continuance to the story The White Room.)
Adora’s 4th Birthday
"Daddy?"
"Yes, sweetheart? What's wrong?"
"I had a dream."
"You had a bad dream, sweetie?"
"Not a bad dream, Mommy. Just, a dream."
"Here, sit down. Tell us about it."
"I dreamed I was in a weird place. Everything was all
white."
"All white, you said?"
"Yes. And I was naked. And there was a voice, talking
to me, but nobody was there."
"What did the voice say to you, baby? Try to remember
everything."
"It told me not to be a-scared. That they weren't going
to hurt me. That they were just giving me an, imhaminasayshin?"
"Imham, you mean examination?"
"Yes! An eshaminayshin."
"What else, sweetie? What else do you remember?"
"They shined a light on me. A blue light. It made me
feel happy. And sleepy."
"And then?"
"And then they said I was doing good, but I wasn't
ready yet."
"Wasn't, ready,”
"Yes. Then they told me to go to sleep, so I did. And
then I woke up in my bed again."
"Think, hunny. Think really hard. Did they say anything
else? Anything at all?"
"They said, they asked if you and mommy were taking
good care of me. I said yes. Then they said to tell you 'hello.' And,”
"And, what?"
"And that they would see us again soon."
Adora’s 21st Birthday.
"Happy birthday, Adora!"
As she blew out the candles on her cake, Adora took a moment
to reflect back on her life, and how grateful she was for it.
She didn't make a wish. At twenty-one, she felt a little old
for that kind of thing. And besides, what would she wish for? She already had
everything she wanted right here.
Adora hadn't seen her parents since Christmas, having spent
Spring Break traveling abroad with friends.
Now she was back in her childhood home to spend the summer
with them. Unlike many of her friends, who hated having to go home for the
summer, Adora cherished it. She loved her parents, and had missed them deeply.
"So, how's your classes going?" her father asked.
"Find the cure for cancer yet?
"No," Adora laughed. "But I'm working on
it."
Adora was what many would consider a prodigy. At age three,
she was already reading; by age four, she was writing her own stories.
She was always a curious child, constantly asking questions,
wanting to know how everything worked. Her parents would often find her in her
room, taking apart her toys and, later, things like her computer, to study how
they functioned. She never failed to put them back together properly after.
By the time she'd graduated, Adora had her choice of
colleges to attend. She chose John Hopkins for its biomedical engineering
courses. Because by then, her biggest curiosity had become how the human body
worked. More specifically, why it aged, broke down, got sick.
Not that Adora had ever dealt with that. She couldn't recall
one day where she'd ever had so much as the sniffles. Even during flu season
the previous winter, when all three of her roommates were bogged down with it,
she had felt perfectly fine.
Adora had never thought much about it during her youth.
She'd always just assumed she'd inherited her strong immune system from her
parents, who never seemed to get sick, either.
They also never seemed to age. At sixty-four, her father
didn't look a day over thirty. No gray tinged his hair, nor any bald spots. No
middle aged paunch around his waist, no arthritis, no back or vision issues.
Her mother, now forty-three, still had the fresh faced
beauty of a woman in her twenties. And the body to match.
They'd always been physically active, of course, and had
introduced Adora to regular exercise as soon she was old enough to walk.
Adora was no slouch physically herself, having inherited her
mother's slender yet curvy frame, along with her father's blonde locks and
hazel eyes.
She'd chalked up her natural beauty and great build to the
healthy lifestyle her parents had taught her, along with good genetics.
Sitting across from them now as they sipped their coffee to
wash down the exquisite cream cheese frosted red velvet cake they'd gotten her,
she wondered, not for the first time, how they had managed to stay so young
looking while everyone else's parents she knew had aged considerably over time.
"We got you a present," her mother smiled, pulling
a large box from beneath the table." Opening it, she found the complete
set of medical textbooks she needed for next semester, and a summer season pass
to the art museum.
"Thanks, Mom, Dad," she said, hugging each of them
in turn.
They spent the rest of the evening together catching up,
before finally deciding to retire for the night.
They made plans to spend the next day at the beach. Adora
was glad for it. While she'd visited some lovely beaches overseas, she missed
the California sunshine.
She'd also missed her bedroom. It felt smaller than she
remembered, but there were many comforting memories here.
Stripping off her clothes, Adora climbed into bed.
Just as she began to doze, a strange humming noise
reverberated throughout the room.
Adora sat up just in time to catch a bright flash of light
right outside her window.
Then the world went black.
Conjoinment
Nick sat up from the platform with a start, every nerve
alive, his senses on full alert.
It only took a second for his eyes to adjust to the
brightness. And only a moment longer for him to register where he was.
"Holy shit. I'm back."
He quickly spotted his wife, Chloe, on a platform across
from him. She was already sitting up, her eyes wide with surprise.
Turning as one, they found their daughter, on her own
platform, still sleeping. She was, as they were, completely naked.
"Nick?" Chloe's voice trembled with tension. But
she showed no panic, only questioning and concern.
They stood as one and made their way over to their daughter,
now just beginning to stir.
"Mom? Dad?" Adora asked in a still sleepy haze,
"Am, am I dreaming again?"
"No dear," Chloe answered softly, taking her hand,
"this is no dream."
"Where, where are we? And, why are we naked?"
Adora wasn't upset or embarrassed at the sight of her parents' nudity, or in
finding herself nude as well. They had raised her to be comfortable in her own
skin, and not to see nudity as shameful or sinful.
But she certainly hadn't expected to wake up to find them
naked here with her in a place she'd only seen before in her dreams.
"I suppose we have a lot to talk about," sighed
Nick.
Adora sat in rapt attention as her parents told the story of
the alien abduction that had brought them together, and the experiments that
had led to her conception right here in this very place. It sounded like some
fantasy, like the sci-fi stories she used to read as a kid. But as they
concluded their tale, she instinctively knew every word of it was true.
"Well," said Adora after a long, thoughtful pause,
"that certainly explains a lot."
"What do you mean?" Chloe asked.
"Well, for starters, it would explain why you two never
seem to age, or get sick. Why I don't get sick either. And," she finished
with a wry grin, "why you like to visit nudist resorts so much."
"You seem to be handling this pretty well," Nick
noted. "Much better than your mother and I when we were first brought
here."
"I, I know this place," said Adora. "I've
dreamed of it. Several times. When I was little."
"We remember," Nick nodded, "and we don't
think those were dreams. We think they were just, checking up on you."
"And you didn't tell me?"
"We didn't want to worry you," said Chloe.
"You were a child. You thought they were dreams. We didn't see any reason
to convince you otherwise."
"Plus, it hasn't happened in years, at least that you've
told us about," said Nick. "We thought maybe they'd just, I dunno,
gone away, forgot about us."
Adora stood, tentatively taking her first steps in this
strange yet familiar environment. "So why are we here? Now? Why did they
bring us back?"
Before either of her parents could postulate an answer, all
three were enveloped in soft, blue lights.
"Relax," Chloe instructed her daughter as the
beams slowly separated them across the White Room. "Don't fight it. They
won't hurt us."
"I know, Mom. I've done this before, remember?"
The beams scanned them for several minutes, flickering
through various colors. Their ears hummed and tickled with each vibration
shift.
From nowhere, a voice all three were familiar with
spoke. "Scan complete. Lifeforms still operating within acceptable
parameters, but suffer from minor environmental contamination. Decontamination
process commencing."
Nick felt the familiar tingling sensation begin deep inside
his body. "Hold on, Adora," he called out, "this may feel,
strange."
The three of them floated on invisible strings as the
cleansing process ran through them, small clouds of dark particles emanating
from their pores to transform into glowing gold specks as they floated upwards
into nothingness.
Then the lights went red.
"No!" Nick cried, "Stop! Now!"
"Why?" The Voice asked. "Previous
research has found this experience causes pleasure in lifeforms. Do you no
longer find such stimulation enjoyable?"
"This is not the time," snapped Nick, fighting his
already rising erection. "Release us! Please!"
"As you wish."
The lights went back to blue only long enough to safely
lower them back to their platforms before they blinked off.
"Dad?" What was that?" Adora asked, the
crimson flush on her face and chest slowly fading.
Nick leaned forward, trying to surreptitiously hide his
arousal while deciding how to answer. Chloe noticed it with both amusement and
concern.
"Nothing," Nick finally answered. "At least
nothing you need to worry about at the moment."
"Hey," he continued, looking upward, addressing
their abductors, "Not that it's not nice to see you guys again and all,
but you wanna tell us what the hell is going on? Why are we here?"
Nick didn't actually expect an answer. But he got one.
"We have returned you to follow up on the results of
our experiment. And to offer a proposition."
"A proposition?" Chloe asked. "What do you
want from us, and our daughter?"
"She is ready. We wish to conjoin," the
Voice answered.
"Conjoin?" Nick echoed softly. "No. No way.
You don't mean,"
"You are confused," the Voice
responded. "It is understandable. It will be easier to show
you."
Without warning, a beam of brilliant white light enveloped
Adora. Again her body was lifted from the platform.
Jumping up, Chloe rushed towards her. "No! Don't you,”
She froze in place mid-sentence, a blue light trapping her, distancing her from
her daughter.
Nick moved to intercept but was caught in his own light, now
incapable of anything but watching. "Don't you hurt her," he
threatened through clenched teeth.
"Do not despair," said the Voice, its
normally static tone now almost soothing. "This lifeform is
precious to us. It will not be harmed."
Chloe and Nick watched helplessly as Adora was moved to the
center of the room. "It's okay," came her awestruck voice,
"they're not hurting me. In fact, I feel,”
The rest was cut off as the beam intensified, both in
brightness and frequency.
Descending from above, thousands of tiny white specks rained
down over Adora, swirling around her like glowing snowflakes.
After several moments, one of the flakes separated itself
from the pack, landing on her forehead.
Adora's eyes closed. Her head fell back as the tiny speck
slowly absorbed into her and disappeared.
The rest of the swirling cloud ascended, fading from view as
the beam lowered Adora back to her platform and blinked off.
Now freed as well, her parents again rushed to her side.
"Adora? Are you okay? Wake up hunny," Chloe pleaded, desperately
holding back her tears.
Adora stirred. Wrapping her in his arms, Nick carefully
guided her up. Her body trembled in his grasp. "Easy, sweetheart," he
coaxed, "Just go slow. Take a deep breath. You're gonna be just
fine." He hoped he sounded more confident than he felt.
Hesitantly, Adora opened her eyes. Her normally soft hazel
irises now sparkled with tiny white diamonds floating behind them.
They were wide with wonder as she looked first at her
father, then her mother.
When she finally spoke, her voice rang with a familiar echo.
"So this is what it feels like."
Gagging, Adora lurched forward and vomited.
Post-Conjoinment
"Feeling better?" Chloe brushed back her
daughter's hair from her face as she sat comforting her.
"Yes," said Adora. "After
suffering regurgitation due to initial reaction to conjoining, lifeform has
resumed normal biological functions."
"Good," snapped Nick, whirling from where'd he'd
been pacing the floor, "So now you can tell me: What the hell have you
done to our daughter?"
Adora looked up at him, her face expressionless. "We
have conjoined."
Chloe gasped, finally understanding.
"Get the hell out of her. Now!" Nick barked.
"We are not hurting lifeform," the
being now inside Adora spoke. "Conjoining is temporary. Lifeform
is very precious to us. We will bring no harm to it, we assure you."
"She is not an it," Nick seethed. "She's a
human being, a unique individual, and her name is Adora. Please use it!"
"Yes, of course. Our apologies. Adora. From your
Latin. Loosely translated 'Beloved Gift.' Quite fitting."
"Yes, we know that," Chloe snipped, "Now give
us back our daughter!"
"Mom? Dad? Don't worry, I'm here. I'm okay." The
echo was gone from Adora's voice. "I can still see, still hear everything.
It's, it's, I can't describe it. It's incredible!"
Chloe burst into tears of relief.
"I'm glad you're okay, sweetheart," said Nick
softly. "But they can't stay inside you. They have no right."
"We have every right!" the Being
cried. "We are just as responsible for the creation of lifeform,
of Adora, as you are!"
"That doesn't give you the right to just waltz in and
steal her body!" Nick yelled. "Now get out, or so help me, I'll,”
Nick hadn't realized he'd raised his fist until he felt
Chloe's hand on his arm. "What are you going to do, Nick?" she asked
calmly, "Beat it out of her?"
Nick dropped his head in shame. "No, of course not. I'm
sorry. I just feel so,”
"Helpless?" Chloe finished. "I know, my love.
Me, too. But losing our heads won't solve this. There's got to be a better
way."
"Dad?" Adora was in control again. "Don't be
angry, please. I'm okay, I promise. But, they, they need me."
Nick knelt before her, taking her hand. "Need
you?" He was calmer now, steadier for hearing her true voice.
"Why?"
"I, I think they're sick, Dad. I think they're, dying.
And I want to help them."
"Dying?" Chloe said, her face sympathetic.
"How, how can you help?"
"If you allow us, we can explain," answered
the Being.
Chloe and Nick sat to each side of their daughter, holding
her close as the alien intelligence inside her began its tale.
"Eons ago, we were much like you. Carbon based lifeforms,
living on a planet very similar to yours.
"Over time, we evolved. We shed our physical forms
to become beings of pure energy.
"This solved many problems. There were no more wars.
No more things to fight and hurt each other over. No more famine. No more
illness or suffering or death.
"But as the millennia wore on, we forgot ourselves.
Our individuality. Our uniqueness. We became a collective mind, a hive.
"While we had knowledge, we had no purpose, no
reason for being. We succumbed to ennui. We atrophied. We began to die off from
the lack of will to exist.
"Those who remained decided we must find a new way.
Our knowledge had become too vast, too valuable to the universe, to simply go
extinct.
"And so it was decided we should create new
lifeforms, new bodies which we could then inhabit, and use them to rediscover
ourselves and our purpose for being.
"We first attempted to create our own lifeforms. We
were, unsuccessful.
"We then decided to find existing lifeforms that
might suit our purposes. Something we could use as a model, a template to work
from.
"We scoured the universe, looking for compatible
lifeforms. After a long search, we found them."
"Earth," Chloe gasped. "You found Earth.
Us."
"Yes," said the Being, "We
discovered your world, your species."
"But it was not an easy task. Your species was
primitive, underdeveloped. Time was needed for you to grow, evolve. Time, and,
on rare occasions, a little guidance in the proper direction."
"So you were responsible for the evolution of the human
race?" Nick asked with astonishment.
"No. And yes. But only nominally. A tweak in
development here. A minor correction of flaw there. But we could not solve
every problem. We are many things, but we are not what you would call 'Gods.'
"And so we waited, bided our endless time, and
allowed nature to run its course. Until we thought you were ready.
"Our first attempts at conjoining were unsuccessful.
Both minds and bodies were too fragile. Further development was needed.
"And so new experiments were conducted. Samples
taken, studied, endlessly analyzed. We began collecting lifeforms, altering
their genetic structure in much the same way we did yours.
"The most complex problem was getting those with the
proper genetic structures to breed. We would release a genetically enhanced
being back into their environment, only for them to breed with a genetically
deficient partner. Or worse, not procreate at all.
"It was then that we decided to start matching two
genetically compatible lifeforms together ourselves, in hopes we could convince
them to procreate, to bring about a genetically superior offspring."
"And that's when you chose us," Chloe said in
wonder.
"Oh, no," the Being laughed, the
surprise of such a foreign reaction registering momentarily on Adora's
face. "You were not the first. Nor the last. Only the most
successful. So far, at least. There are others that look, promising."
"Many test subjects would not willingly engage in
the coitus needed to procreate. Others were, too willing, forcing themselves on
the unwilling subject they were paired with. The results of those experiments
were, discouraging. We regret them, and no longer allow that to occur."
"Did, did you force us to fall in love? So that we
would willingly create a child?" Nick asked, horrified.
"Certainly not! We altered some brain patterns,
allowing you both to proceed through the experiment without the shame your
species has rather absurdly created around the concepts of sex and nudity. We
also made adjustments so that you would experience less fear during the
proceedings. We opened your minds so that you could see your true nature more
clearly. And of course we stimulated both mind and body to increase sexual
desire.
"But force you to experience the emotion you call
'love?' No. That we cannot do. Love, we have found, must be freely given,
received, and returned. It can never be truly forced."
Noting that Nick still looked doubtful, the Being
continued, "You both have remained happily bonded in the time
since we last brought you here, yes? Most of our test subjects have not. Even
the ones that formed amicable relationships by the end eventually realized they
were drawn together more by the sexual stimuli than by any true feelings for
one another. So do not fear that you were somehow, What's the term you use? Ah,
yes. Brainwashed. We did not brainwash you. The emotional bond you have formed
has strictly been of your own making."
"So, why did you choose to pair us?" Chloe asked.
"You were compatible."
"You told us that before," said Nick, "when
we first arrived. But that doesn't explain anything."
"You humans, always wanting an answer for
everything," the Being sighed, sounding aggravated for the first
time. "We could spend the next century of your time explaining
everything to you, and even with your mental capacity expanded as it now is,
you would still be unable to grasp it all. Genetics, upbringing, environment,
mental states, personalities; there are billions of different calculations that
go into choosing who to pair. And even with all of that, we still got so many
wrong. Can you not simply be happy with the fact that, in your case, we made
the proper pairing, and leave it at that?"
"We are happy you brought us together," said Nick,
"and thankful for it. But you took a gamble with our lives, our mental
well-being, for your little science project. And it wasn't exactly all sunshine
and roses when we got back, either."
"Sunshine and,? Ah, yes. An idiom. We understand.
And we apologize for any, inconveniences we may have caused."
"Tell that to my parents," Chloe grumbled. "I
had one hell of a time trying to explain why their twenty-one year old daughter
was suddenly putting her education and career goals on hold to marry a man
twice her age she'd only just met and have his baby."
"We struggled those first few years," Nick chimed
in. "As close as we'd become during our time here, there were still
adjustments we needed to make, things we needed to learn about each other.
Sacrifices we needed to make for the sake of our child. And then there were
those lingering doubts about just how much free will we'd had in the whole
encounter. And that affected our relationship. We, we almost didn't make
it."
"But you did make it. And I have already explained
that we did not influence or force your feelings of love towards one
another."
Nick was startled. "Did you just say 'I?'"
"I do not understand the question."
"There!" Nick exclaimed, "You just did it
again! You said 'I,' not 'we.'"
The Being using Adora's face looked at first confused, then
contemplative. "So I did. Fascinating. Being separated from the
collective is apparently beginning to affect my thought processes. An
interesting development."
"You're becoming an individual," said Chloe.
"Starting to think, and feel, like us. I've noticed it several times
before. You've expressed emotions when you spoke, something you never did
before taking over Adora."
"I have not 'taken over' your child. We share this
mind and body willingly. If she had fought it, I would have been
rejected."
"It's true, Mom," Adora herself spoke. "I'm
not being held captive. I can come forward, take back control, anytime I
wish."
"Good," said Nick, "then boot that thing out.
I'm done with you being their little science project. I want to go home."
"No," Adora said firmly.
Nick flushed with anger. "Adora, sweetheart, listen.
You may think you're in control, that you have free will. But how can you be
sure? How can we? They could still be manipulating you without your
knowledge."
"You'll just have to trust me, Dad," Adora said
calmly. "And trust, them? It? What exactly should we call you now?"
The last part was directed, not at her father, but the Being inside her.
"Interesting question."
Nick could not help but be reminded of the conversations
between Sméagol and Gollum in The Lord Of The Rings as the Being
continued, "As a collective, we have never established individual
identities. And while I am still part of that collective, I am now also an
independent being. An interesting contradiction."
"Well, we need to be able to call you something,"
said Adora. "If your goal is to learn how to become individual, physical
lifeforms again, perhaps you should start by choosing a name."
"A name? Ah, yes. A word or a combination of words
by which a person, place or thing, a body or class, or any object of thought is
designated, called, or known."
"Yes," said Adora, "and names often have
meanings, helping to identify characteristics of the object or person. Most of
us don't get to choose our own names; they are given to us. But as your first
act as an individual being, I think you should choose any name you like."
The White Room was quiet for the moment as the Being
contemplated this.
"Very well, then. You may call me, Vanda."
"Vanda? That's a lovely name," said Chloe.
"Vanda, do you have a preferred gender pronoun you would like us to
use?"
Again the Being now called Vanda thought before
answering. "Adora identifies as female, 'she' and 'her.' Since I
am sharing her mind and body, I will also share that identification."
"Then it's settled," said Nick.
"Congratulations, Vanda. You have taken your first step in becoming more,
human. So. What's next?"
"I wish to return to your world with you. To
experience what it is like living in a physical reality. To share in your
experiences, to better understand them. I can then pass my findings on to the
Collective."
"For how long?" Chloe asked.
"Unknown," replied Vanda. "I
sense your concern. I assure you this arrangement will be temporary, unless
agreed on by my host. Should Adora choose, she can send me away at any time.
There is much we can learn from each other, given the chance. But neither I nor
the Collective will force this upon your family. That would only taint our
results and hinder our progress. The choice is yours. If you refuse, I will
return to the Collective and we will move on, begin again. Although we would
suffer a major setback in our efforts."
"I want to help them," Adora spoke, coming
forward, "I know you're both worried. I know you're scared. I am, too. But
I also know I need to do this. I've wanted to help better our world for as long
as I can remember. Now I have a chance to help, not just Vanda and her people,
but ours as well. Think of what we could learn from them!"
"You're an adult now, Adora," said Chloe.
"You're free to make your own choices. If this is what you wish, your
father and I will support you. Won't we, Nick?"
Nick let out a long sigh. "Of course. Not that I see
any alternative."
"Thank you." Vanda actually sounded
grateful. "I assure you, all I wish is to better understand what
it is to be human."
Nick gave a rough laugh. "Well, you know the old
saying, or maybe you don't: Be careful what you wish for. You just might get
it."
Cumming is coming
Nick woke in the dark of his bedroom to the sound of
screams. Despite the coolness from the air conditioning, his body was soaked
with sweat.
He was alone. Chloe's side of the bed was empty. "Was I
dreaming?"
The scream echoed again, coming from Adora's room.
Nick scrambled out of bed, naked as he'd always slept. He
briefly considered grabbing a robe before dismissing it as the screams
intensified, instead dashing down the hall to his daughter's room.
Chloe was already there, still naked as well, her arms
around Adora, attempting to comfort her.
It was only then that Nick realized it wasn't Adora who was
screaming. It was Vanda.
"What's wrong?" Chloe was pleading. "Try and
breathe. Just breathe. Tell us what's wrong."
"Too much! It's too much!" Vanda
repeated, trying to control her sobs, "I was not prepared! Too
much input at once! Sights, smells, sounds! It's too,”
Her face suddenly went placid, her eyes closed.
When they opened again, it was Adora who spoke. "Sorry.
I'm sorry if we scared you."
"What happened?" Chloe asked.
"I was unconscious for a few moments after we returned,
and Vanda was alone in my body for the first time.
"She wasn't ready. This environment, this world, is
entirely new to her. At least actually being a physical part of it. She's
experiencing things she's never experienced before. It frightened her. And that
in itself was new and terrifying."
"Is she okay?" Chloe asked. "Where is she
now?"
"She's, resting. Pulled back. I took over as soon as I
woke up and realized she was overwhelmed. I think she's going to need a
minute."
"Yeah, well, now she knows how it feels to wake up in
an entirely different reality," Nick snipped.
"Oh, hush," Chloe chided him. "Don't be an
asshole."
Nick flushed but said no more.
"Mom? Dad? I appreciate your concern, but I think I
need to be alone with her for a while. Can you give us some privacy,
please?"
"Of course, dear." Chloe kissed her forehead.
"We'll be right down the hall if you need us."
As Nick and Chloe made their way to the door, Adora let out
a soft laugh.
"What's so funny?" Nick asked, turning to her.
Adora gave him a crooked grin. "I guess we all still
sleep naked, huh?"
Nick noticed his daughter's bare breasts in the moonlight
for the first time. "Yeah, I guess we do."
Now alone, Adora turned her thoughts inwards, towards Vanda.
"Are you okay? How are you feeling?"
"Better, thank you."
Adora smiled. "Good, I'm glad. Would you like to come
forward again?"
"Yes. But stay with me, please?"
"Of course. I'll be right here."
Tentatively, Vanda came forward. Again she was assaulted by
a variety of sensations. She immediately pulled back. "I cannot do
this."
"Yes you can," coaxed Adora. "Tell you what;
before you can deal with all the external stimulus, let's try focusing on the
internal. Get you used to having a body."
"What do you suggest?"
"Hmm. Perhaps we should try mediation. Are you familiar
with it?"
"There are multiple definitions of the term
meditation."
"I know that, silly. Search my memory banks, you'll
find what I'm referring to."
"Ah, yes. I understand now. Meditation for
reflection, relaxation, inner peace. I will try this."
"Good. That's it. Close our eyes. Block out the visual
input and just focus on the other senses. Concentrate on breathing. Take long,
deep, slow breaths. Listen to our heartbeat. Feel it beating in our chest. Feel
the rise and fall of our chest as we breathe. Hear the intake and exhale of
air. Be in the moment. Don't think, just feel."
Vanda followed Adora's coaching. Now upright on the bed, she
sat cross-legged, arms folded across her lap, mimicking the pose she had seen
in Adora's memory.
"You do this often?"
"Yes. Whenever I'm stressed or overwhelmed. Now, hush.
Concentrate."
Vanda fell silent, as did Adora, although she could sense
her host nearby, ready to come forward again if needed.
After several minutes, Adora spoke softly. "How are you
feeling?"
Vanda hesitated before answering. "Feeling" was
still such a new concept to her, and she had to search for the proper
words. "I feel, fine. Relaxed. Peaceful. And, itchy?"
Adora laughed. Vanda found the sound of it pleasant.
"Go ahead and scratch if you need to."
Vanda scratched at their nose absently. "Hey, not so
rough!" Adora objected. "Watch the fingernails!"
"My apologies. I am still getting used to moving
this body. Did I harm you?"
"No, it's fine. Ready to try something else?"
"Yes."
"Then open our eyes."
Slowly, Vanda opened their eyes. The room was dark,
illuminated only by the moonlight streaming through the window.
Vanda cautiously looked around, making out various shapes,
putting names to them from Adora's memory; chair, dresser, lamp, mirror.
Her eyes darted back to the mirror when she saw movement,
and after a quick memory search, understood it to be their reflection.
"That is, you? Us?"
"Yes."
"I, I wish to see us more clearly."
"Of course."
Vanda awkwardly scooted her borrowed body across the bed.
Finding her feet, she wobbled slightly, Adora helping to steady her as she
stood.
Shuffling slowly across the room, she stopped in front of
the full length mirror beside the dresser.
Although the moonlight was faint, Vanda could see herself
clearly.
"Your body is quite pleasing to look at," said
Vanda softly.
"Thank you. But it's your body now, too."
"May I touch it?"
"Of course. Just, again, be mindful of the
fingernails."
Vanda raised her hands to her face, exploring the high, well
defined cheekbones, the bridge of her dainty nose, the curve of her jaw and
chin.
Continuing their journey, her hands moved along her neck and
well-rounded shoulders.
Moving lower, she ran her hands over her breasts. The
sensation brought on by the touch made her shiver. "This is,
pleasure?"
"A form of it, yes. It can feel good to touch
ourselves."
"Yes, we have observed this behavior in your species
before. Manual stimulation of specific nerve endings causing an increase of
endorphins and,”
"Stop analyzing everything and just focus on the
feelings."
Vanda continued to explore her breasts, marveling at the contrast
between the softness of her skin and the firmness of the flesh beneath it. Her
nipples swelled as her fingers gently tugged at them, sparking a warm flush
that flowed down through her abdomen into her loins.
"We are, leaking fluids?"
"Yes. You're getting wet. Very normal."
"There is a throbbing sensation in our,
clitoris."
"Yes. My nipples are very sensitive. Your touching them
is causing us to become sexually aroused."
"A fascinating sensation. May I continue?"
"Please do."
"I am, unsure how to proceed."
"Access my memories. Use them as a guide. You'll figure
it out."
Although Adora was still cognizant of everything Vanda was
doing, she had pulled back enough to allow Vanda to be in complete control, the
main recipient of the sensations now coursing through their body.
Still, she could sense as Vanda moved her hands along her
flat, toned belly, pausing at her pubic mound to explore the soft tuft of hair
covering it.
"Our heart rate has increased. Our breathing,
shallow and irregular."
"All very normal. Just relax, don't be afraid. Trust
me, you're going to enjoy this."
Vanda moved her hand lower, finding the folds of her sex
organs. Mindful of the warning Adora had given about the sharp appendage at the
tip, she carefully dipped a finger into the slick cleft.
Her body convulsed from the shockwave that ran through
her. "Oh! This is, !"
Vanda could not find the words. None of them seemed to fit.
During their experiments, she had observed humans engaging in this strange ritual
of self-pleasure multiple times, finding it interesting yet confusing, as it
served no ultimate purpose in human procreation methods.
Now, she understood. The sensations she now identified as
sexual arousal coursed through her, interfering with her ability to think
clearly.
Instead, her mind raced with various images, flickering with
no discernable pattern; human males and females in various states of undress,
engaging in a variety of sexual acts.
Intermixed with these were even more confusing imaginings;
the warmth of sunshine, the sounds of surf crashing along a beach, the feel of
a gentle breeze. The taste of something called "ice cream."
Her fingers moved freely along her feminine parts, savoring
each new sensation brought forth from exploring the soft, delicate folds of her
inner and outer labia. Instinctively (or, perhaps with Adora's subliminal
coaching) she drew up the creamy moisture seeping from her vaginal opening to
lubricate the increasingly stimulated flesh.
Her knees buckled, only saved from falling over by Adora,
coming forward quickly to steady her.
"What, what just happened?"
"You were close to cumming."
"Coming?"
"Orgasm. You almost had an orgasm."
"Ah, yes. An orgasm. A climax of sexual excitement,
characterized by feelings of pleasure centered in the genitals and,”
"You're over analyzing again."
"I am sorry. It is in my nature. Shall I
proceed?"
"Yes. But maybe this will be easier, and safer, on the
bed."
"Agreed. The soft material of your mattress should
eliminate further risk of potential, You are laughing. What are you finding
humorous?"
"Nothing. Never mind. Let's go lay down."
Back on the bed, head resting comfortably on the pillow, her
hand again slipped between her legs. Her hot, almost pulsing sex organs eagerly
responded to her touch.
"There are, so many ways, to bring pleasure, so
many, various types of, touch. It is, difficult to decide, how to,”
"Don't overthink it. Focus on what feels best and just
go with it."
"Can you not at least guide me?"
"Look into my memories, if you must. But this will be a
much better learning experience for you if you figure it out on your own."
Vanda sighed, frustrated. Taking a few long, deep breaths to
calm herself, she began again.
Her fingers slid easily along the length of her cleft,
sticky and slippery, the soft petals of her labia parting to make way for them.
The tip of her forefinger found the entrance to her vaginal
canal, sending another sharp jolt of almost electric energy through her.
Vanda knew from her research that female humans found
penetration highly stimulating; whether digitally, the male sex organ, or one
of the endless variety of phallic objects they used for such purposes. But of
course she had no personal experience in such things.
She shivered in anticipation as her finger continued its
journey inside her, marveling at both the warmth and wetness. An involuntary
moan escaped her lips as she stopped, knuckle deep, then wiggled her digit
slowly inside the tight space.
Drawing both from Adora's memory and her own observations,
Vanda slowly pumped her finger in and out, creating a wet, sucking sound she
found both amusing and arousing.
Her entire body felt flushed with a beautiful, enveloping
warmth, flowing like waves of energy within her.
The waves increased in speed and intensity, and Vanda had a
moment to think of the light beams the Collective had developed to sexually
stimulate their human test cases before her body suddenly shook with
uncontrollable tremors. The moans she'd been unable to control grew louder,
increasing in volume and tempo until her voice burst from within her in pure
bliss. Every muscle tensed, and her legs clenched around her hand like a vise.
As the waves slowly receded, her breathing steadied and her
pulse slowed.
"Was that?"
"Yes. Congrats. Not bad for a first timer."
"I want another."
Again, Vanda heard Adora laugh inside their head. "I
thought you might. I usually do, too. While an internal orgasm is nice, I
usually cum best by, Oh, here, let me help you."
Vanda felt Adora come forward, not taking full control, only
just enough to guide her movements.
Her anticipation rose as her fingers landed over her
clitoris. It throbbed under her touch as she rubbed it in a steady, circular
motion.
Gentle pushes from Adora helped her set the pace, apply the
right pressure, and occasionally remember to re-lubricate her fingers with the
liquids still dripping steadily from her.
Vanda caught a brief mental image in Adora's mind and
without thinking, mimicked the suggestion. Bringing her fingers to her lips,
she popped them in her mouth.
The flavor of her wetness danced on her tongue. As it was
her first experience with taste, she had nothing to compare it to. All she knew
was that it certainly was not unpleasant, and served to take her sense
stimulation to new heights.
Her fingers returned to her aching sex; rubbing, flicking,
even smacking at it lightly, all under Adora's subtle guidance.
The sound of her moans echoed through the room as if from a
distance. Again she felt the waves of pure, sensual energy pulse through her,
building in intensity as her pace quickened.
For the first time in her long existence, Vanda's mind went
completely blank, filled now only with vague imagery and an overwhelming
compulsion for more, more, more of this wonderful, intoxicating, almost
overwhelming feeling.
Colors swam before her eyes as the hot waves of pure
pleasure burst forth from her like a star gone supernova. Her body bucked
uncontrollably, the bed rocking as her moans became cries, punctuated by one
last high pitched squeal before collapsing to the bed in a limp heap.
Eyes closed, Vanda basked in the calm aftermath. The room
was silent save for her breathing, slowly returning to normal, along with her
racing heartbeat.
A light sheen of sweat coated her skin, sending a shiver
through her as it registered the cool air circulating through the room blowing
lightly over it.
Vanda felt moisture leaking from her eyes and, her mind now
coming back to her, recognized she was experiencing yet another emotion.
Happiness.
"Thank you, Adora," she said, finding
her voice. "Thank you for sharing that with me. As first
experiences living in a physical body go, I do not think I could have possibly
conceived of a better one."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," said Adora. "I
did, too."
"Is this experience, these orgasms, are they just as
pleasurable with a sexual partner?"
"Depends on who you're with, but generally, yes. Even
better, sometimes."
"I would like to try that."
"I bet you would," Adora laughed. "Let's put
a pin in that for now, though. It's late, and it's been a pretty exhausting
night."
"Yes. I am sensing we require what you call
sleep." Vanda experienced her first yawn, punctuating her words.
She felt Adora slowly slipping down into the depths of unconsciousness.
Suddenly, she was afraid.
"Adora?"
"Yes?"
"Will I dream?"
"Probably."
"Will we dream together?"
"I don't know. Let's find out."
"Do not, don't go too far. I am, comforted, by your
presence."
"Don't worry. I'll be right here."
To be continued in part 4, By Djmac1031 for Literotica
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(The following is a continuance to the story The White Room.)
Adora’s 4th Birthday
"Daddy?"
"Yes, sweetheart? What's wrong?"
"I had a dream."
"You had a bad dream, sweetie?"
"Not a bad dream, Mommy. Just, a dream."
"Here, sit down. Tell us about it."
"I dreamed I was in a weird place. Everything was all
white."
"All white, you said?"
"Yes. And I was naked. And there was a voice, talking
to me, but nobody was there."
"What did the voice say to you, baby? Try to remember
everything."
"It told me not to be a-scared. That they weren't going
to hurt me. That they were just giving me an, imhaminasayshin?"
"Imham, you mean examination?"
"Yes! An eshaminayshin."
"What else, sweetie? What else do you remember?"
"They shined a light on me. A blue light. It made me
feel happy. And sleepy."
"And then?"
"And then they said I was doing good, but I wasn't
ready yet."
"Wasn't, ready,”
"Yes. Then they told me to go to sleep, so I did. And
then I woke up in my bed again."
"Think, hunny. Think really hard. Did they say anything
else? Anything at all?"
"They said, they asked if you and mommy were taking
good care of me. I said yes. Then they said to tell you 'hello.' And,”
"And, what?"
"And that they would see us again soon."
Adora’s 21st Birthday.
"Happy birthday, Adora!"
As she blew out the candles on her cake, Adora took a moment
to reflect back on her life, and how grateful she was for it.
She didn't make a wish. At twenty-one, she felt a little old
for that kind of thing. And besides, what would she wish for? She already had
everything she wanted right here.
Adora hadn't seen her parents since Christmas, having spent
Spring Break traveling abroad with friends.
Now she was back in her childhood home to spend the summer
with them. Unlike many of her friends, who hated having to go home for the
summer, Adora cherished it. She loved her parents, and had missed them deeply.
"So, how's your classes going?" her father asked.
"Find the cure for cancer yet?
"No," Adora laughed. "But I'm working on
it."
Adora was what many would consider a prodigy. At age three,
she was already reading; by age four, she was writing her own stories.
She was always a curious child, constantly asking questions,
wanting to know how everything worked. Her parents would often find her in her
room, taking apart her toys and, later, things like her computer, to study how
they functioned. She never failed to put them back together properly after.
By the time she'd graduated, Adora had her choice of
colleges to attend. She chose John Hopkins for its biomedical engineering
courses. Because by then, her biggest curiosity had become how the human body
worked. More specifically, why it aged, broke down, got sick.
Not that Adora had ever dealt with that. She couldn't recall
one day where she'd ever had so much as the sniffles. Even during flu season
the previous winter, when all three of her roommates were bogged down with it,
she had felt perfectly fine.
Adora had never thought much about it during her youth.
She'd always just assumed she'd inherited her strong immune system from her
parents, who never seemed to get sick, either.
They also never seemed to age. At sixty-four, her father
didn't look a day over thirty. No gray tinged his hair, nor any bald spots. No
middle aged paunch around his waist, no arthritis, no back or vision issues.
Her mother, now forty-three, still had the fresh faced
beauty of a woman in her twenties. And the body to match.
They'd always been physically active, of course, and had
introduced Adora to regular exercise as soon she was old enough to walk.
Adora was no slouch physically herself, having inherited her
mother's slender yet curvy frame, along with her father's blonde locks and
hazel eyes.
She'd chalked up her natural beauty and great build to the
healthy lifestyle her parents had taught her, along with good genetics.
Sitting across from them now as they sipped their coffee to
wash down the exquisite cream cheese frosted red velvet cake they'd gotten her,
she wondered, not for the first time, how they had managed to stay so young
looking while everyone else's parents she knew had aged considerably over time.
"We got you a present," her mother smiled, pulling
a large box from beneath the table." Opening it, she found the complete
set of medical textbooks she needed for next semester, and a summer season pass
to the art museum.
"Thanks, Mom, Dad," she said, hugging each of them
in turn.
They spent the rest of the evening together catching up,
before finally deciding to retire for the night.
They made plans to spend the next day at the beach. Adora
was glad for it. While she'd visited some lovely beaches overseas, she missed
the California sunshine.
She'd also missed her bedroom. It felt smaller than she
remembered, but there were many comforting memories here.
Stripping off her clothes, Adora climbed into bed.
Just as she began to doze, a strange humming noise
reverberated throughout the room.
Adora sat up just in time to catch a bright flash of light
right outside her window.
Then the world went black.
Conjoinment
Nick sat up from the platform with a start, every nerve
alive, his senses on full alert.
It only took a second for his eyes to adjust to the
brightness. And only a moment longer for him to register where he was.
"Holy shit. I'm back."
He quickly spotted his wife, Chloe, on a platform across
from him. She was already sitting up, her eyes wide with surprise.
Turning as one, they found their daughter, on her own
platform, still sleeping. She was, as they were, completely naked.
"Nick?" Chloe's voice trembled with tension. But
she showed no panic, only questioning and concern.
They stood as one and made their way over to their daughter,
now just beginning to stir.
"Mom? Dad?" Adora asked in a still sleepy haze,
"Am, am I dreaming again?"
"No dear," Chloe answered softly, taking her hand,
"this is no dream."
"Where, where are we? And, why are we naked?"
Adora wasn't upset or embarrassed at the sight of her parents' nudity, or in
finding herself nude as well. They had raised her to be comfortable in her own
skin, and not to see nudity as shameful or sinful.
But she certainly hadn't expected to wake up to find them
naked here with her in a place she'd only seen before in her dreams.
"I suppose we have a lot to talk about," sighed
Nick.
Adora sat in rapt attention as her parents told the story of
the alien abduction that had brought them together, and the experiments that
had led to her conception right here in this very place. It sounded like some
fantasy, like the sci-fi stories she used to read as a kid. But as they
concluded their tale, she instinctively knew every word of it was true.
"Well," said Adora after a long, thoughtful pause,
"that certainly explains a lot."
"What do you mean?" Chloe asked.
"Well, for starters, it would explain why you two never
seem to age, or get sick. Why I don't get sick either. And," she finished
with a wry grin, "why you like to visit nudist resorts so much."
"You seem to be handling this pretty well," Nick
noted. "Much better than your mother and I when we were first brought
here."
"I, I know this place," said Adora. "I've
dreamed of it. Several times. When I was little."
"We remember," Nick nodded, "and we don't
think those were dreams. We think they were just, checking up on you."
"And you didn't tell me?"
"We didn't want to worry you," said Chloe.
"You were a child. You thought they were dreams. We didn't see any reason
to convince you otherwise."
"Plus, it hasn't happened in years, at least that you've
told us about," said Nick. "We thought maybe they'd just, I dunno,
gone away, forgot about us."
Adora stood, tentatively taking her first steps in this
strange yet familiar environment. "So why are we here? Now? Why did they
bring us back?"
Before either of her parents could postulate an answer, all
three were enveloped in soft, blue lights.
"Relax," Chloe instructed her daughter as the
beams slowly separated them across the White Room. "Don't fight it. They
won't hurt us."
"I know, Mom. I've done this before, remember?"
The beams scanned them for several minutes, flickering
through various colors. Their ears hummed and tickled with each vibration
shift.
From nowhere, a voice all three were familiar with
spoke. "Scan complete. Lifeforms still operating within acceptable
parameters, but suffer from minor environmental contamination. Decontamination
process commencing."
Nick felt the familiar tingling sensation begin deep inside
his body. "Hold on, Adora," he called out, "this may feel,
strange."
The three of them floated on invisible strings as the
cleansing process ran through them, small clouds of dark particles emanating
from their pores to transform into glowing gold specks as they floated upwards
into nothingness.
Then the lights went red.
"No!" Nick cried, "Stop! Now!"
"Why?" The Voice asked. "Previous
research has found this experience causes pleasure in lifeforms. Do you no
longer find such stimulation enjoyable?"
"This is not the time," snapped Nick, fighting his
already rising erection. "Release us! Please!"
"As you wish."
The lights went back to blue only long enough to safely
lower them back to their platforms before they blinked off.
"Dad?" What was that?" Adora asked, the
crimson flush on her face and chest slowly fading.
Nick leaned forward, trying to surreptitiously hide his
arousal while deciding how to answer. Chloe noticed it with both amusement and
concern.
"Nothing," Nick finally answered. "At least
nothing you need to worry about at the moment."
"Hey," he continued, looking upward, addressing
their abductors, "Not that it's not nice to see you guys again and all,
but you wanna tell us what the hell is going on? Why are we here?"
Nick didn't actually expect an answer. But he got one.
"We have returned you to follow up on the results of
our experiment. And to offer a proposition."
"A proposition?" Chloe asked. "What do you
want from us, and our daughter?"
"She is ready. We wish to conjoin," the
Voice answered.
"Conjoin?" Nick echoed softly. "No. No way.
You don't mean,"
"You are confused," the Voice
responded. "It is understandable. It will be easier to show
you."
Without warning, a beam of brilliant white light enveloped
Adora. Again her body was lifted from the platform.
Jumping up, Chloe rushed towards her. "No! Don't you,”
She froze in place mid-sentence, a blue light trapping her, distancing her from
her daughter.
Nick moved to intercept but was caught in his own light, now
incapable of anything but watching. "Don't you hurt her," he
threatened through clenched teeth.
"Do not despair," said the Voice, its
normally static tone now almost soothing. "This lifeform is
precious to us. It will not be harmed."
Chloe and Nick watched helplessly as Adora was moved to the
center of the room. "It's okay," came her awestruck voice,
"they're not hurting me. In fact, I feel,”
The rest was cut off as the beam intensified, both in
brightness and frequency.
Descending from above, thousands of tiny white specks rained
down over Adora, swirling around her like glowing snowflakes.
After several moments, one of the flakes separated itself
from the pack, landing on her forehead.
Adora's eyes closed. Her head fell back as the tiny speck
slowly absorbed into her and disappeared.
The rest of the swirling cloud ascended, fading from view as
the beam lowered Adora back to her platform and blinked off.
Now freed as well, her parents again rushed to her side.
"Adora? Are you okay? Wake up hunny," Chloe pleaded, desperately
holding back her tears.
Adora stirred. Wrapping her in his arms, Nick carefully
guided her up. Her body trembled in his grasp. "Easy, sweetheart," he
coaxed, "Just go slow. Take a deep breath. You're gonna be just
fine." He hoped he sounded more confident than he felt.
Hesitantly, Adora opened her eyes. Her normally soft hazel
irises now sparkled with tiny white diamonds floating behind them.
They were wide with wonder as she looked first at her
father, then her mother.
When she finally spoke, her voice rang with a familiar echo.
"So this is what it feels like."
Gagging, Adora lurched forward and vomited.
Post-Conjoinment
"Feeling better?" Chloe brushed back her
daughter's hair from her face as she sat comforting her.
"Yes," said Adora. "After
suffering regurgitation due to initial reaction to conjoining, lifeform has
resumed normal biological functions."
"Good," snapped Nick, whirling from where'd he'd
been pacing the floor, "So now you can tell me: What the hell have you
done to our daughter?"
Adora looked up at him, her face expressionless. "We
have conjoined."
Chloe gasped, finally understanding.
"Get the hell out of her. Now!" Nick barked.
"We are not hurting lifeform," the
being now inside Adora spoke. "Conjoining is temporary. Lifeform
is very precious to us. We will bring no harm to it, we assure you."
"She is not an it," Nick seethed. "She's a
human being, a unique individual, and her name is Adora. Please use it!"
"Yes, of course. Our apologies. Adora. From your
Latin. Loosely translated 'Beloved Gift.' Quite fitting."
"Yes, we know that," Chloe snipped, "Now give
us back our daughter!"
"Mom? Dad? Don't worry, I'm here. I'm okay." The
echo was gone from Adora's voice. "I can still see, still hear everything.
It's, it's, I can't describe it. It's incredible!"
Chloe burst into tears of relief.
"I'm glad you're okay, sweetheart," said Nick
softly. "But they can't stay inside you. They have no right."
"We have every right!" the Being
cried. "We are just as responsible for the creation of lifeform,
of Adora, as you are!"
"That doesn't give you the right to just waltz in and
steal her body!" Nick yelled. "Now get out, or so help me, I'll,”
Nick hadn't realized he'd raised his fist until he felt
Chloe's hand on his arm. "What are you going to do, Nick?" she asked
calmly, "Beat it out of her?"
Nick dropped his head in shame. "No, of course not. I'm
sorry. I just feel so,”
"Helpless?" Chloe finished. "I know, my love.
Me, too. But losing our heads won't solve this. There's got to be a better
way."
"Dad?" Adora was in control again. "Don't be
angry, please. I'm okay, I promise. But, they, they need me."
Nick knelt before her, taking her hand. "Need
you?" He was calmer now, steadier for hearing her true voice.
"Why?"
"I, I think they're sick, Dad. I think they're, dying.
And I want to help them."
"Dying?" Chloe said, her face sympathetic.
"How, how can you help?"
"If you allow us, we can explain," answered
the Being.
Chloe and Nick sat to each side of their daughter, holding
her close as the alien intelligence inside her began its tale.
"Eons ago, we were much like you. Carbon based lifeforms,
living on a planet very similar to yours.
"Over time, we evolved. We shed our physical forms
to become beings of pure energy.
"This solved many problems. There were no more wars.
No more things to fight and hurt each other over. No more famine. No more
illness or suffering or death.
"But as the millennia wore on, we forgot ourselves.
Our individuality. Our uniqueness. We became a collective mind, a hive.
"While we had knowledge, we had no purpose, no
reason for being. We succumbed to ennui. We atrophied. We began to die off from
the lack of will to exist.
"Those who remained decided we must find a new way.
Our knowledge had become too vast, too valuable to the universe, to simply go
extinct.
"And so it was decided we should create new
lifeforms, new bodies which we could then inhabit, and use them to rediscover
ourselves and our purpose for being.
"We first attempted to create our own lifeforms. We
were, unsuccessful.
"We then decided to find existing lifeforms that
might suit our purposes. Something we could use as a model, a template to work
from.
"We scoured the universe, looking for compatible
lifeforms. After a long search, we found them."
"Earth," Chloe gasped. "You found Earth.
Us."
"Yes," said the Being, "We
discovered your world, your species."
"But it was not an easy task. Your species was
primitive, underdeveloped. Time was needed for you to grow, evolve. Time, and,
on rare occasions, a little guidance in the proper direction."
"So you were responsible for the evolution of the human
race?" Nick asked with astonishment.
"No. And yes. But only nominally. A tweak in
development here. A minor correction of flaw there. But we could not solve
every problem. We are many things, but we are not what you would call 'Gods.'
"And so we waited, bided our endless time, and
allowed nature to run its course. Until we thought you were ready.
"Our first attempts at conjoining were unsuccessful.
Both minds and bodies were too fragile. Further development was needed.
"And so new experiments were conducted. Samples
taken, studied, endlessly analyzed. We began collecting lifeforms, altering
their genetic structure in much the same way we did yours.
"The most complex problem was getting those with the
proper genetic structures to breed. We would release a genetically enhanced
being back into their environment, only for them to breed with a genetically
deficient partner. Or worse, not procreate at all.
"It was then that we decided to start matching two
genetically compatible lifeforms together ourselves, in hopes we could convince
them to procreate, to bring about a genetically superior offspring."
"And that's when you chose us," Chloe said in
wonder.
"Oh, no," the Being laughed, the
surprise of such a foreign reaction registering momentarily on Adora's
face. "You were not the first. Nor the last. Only the most
successful. So far, at least. There are others that look, promising."
"Many test subjects would not willingly engage in
the coitus needed to procreate. Others were, too willing, forcing themselves on
the unwilling subject they were paired with. The results of those experiments
were, discouraging. We regret them, and no longer allow that to occur."
"Did, did you force us to fall in love? So that we
would willingly create a child?" Nick asked, horrified.
"Certainly not! We altered some brain patterns,
allowing you both to proceed through the experiment without the shame your
species has rather absurdly created around the concepts of sex and nudity. We
also made adjustments so that you would experience less fear during the
proceedings. We opened your minds so that you could see your true nature more
clearly. And of course we stimulated both mind and body to increase sexual
desire.
"But force you to experience the emotion you call
'love?' No. That we cannot do. Love, we have found, must be freely given,
received, and returned. It can never be truly forced."
Noting that Nick still looked doubtful, the Being
continued, "You both have remained happily bonded in the time
since we last brought you here, yes? Most of our test subjects have not. Even
the ones that formed amicable relationships by the end eventually realized they
were drawn together more by the sexual stimuli than by any true feelings for
one another. So do not fear that you were somehow, What's the term you use? Ah,
yes. Brainwashed. We did not brainwash you. The emotional bond you have formed
has strictly been of your own making."
"So, why did you choose to pair us?" Chloe asked.
"You were compatible."
"You told us that before," said Nick, "when
we first arrived. But that doesn't explain anything."
"You humans, always wanting an answer for
everything," the Being sighed, sounding aggravated for the first
time. "We could spend the next century of your time explaining
everything to you, and even with your mental capacity expanded as it now is,
you would still be unable to grasp it all. Genetics, upbringing, environment,
mental states, personalities; there are billions of different calculations that
go into choosing who to pair. And even with all of that, we still got so many
wrong. Can you not simply be happy with the fact that, in your case, we made
the proper pairing, and leave it at that?"
"We are happy you brought us together," said Nick,
"and thankful for it. But you took a gamble with our lives, our mental
well-being, for your little science project. And it wasn't exactly all sunshine
and roses when we got back, either."
"Sunshine and,? Ah, yes. An idiom. We understand.
And we apologize for any, inconveniences we may have caused."
"Tell that to my parents," Chloe grumbled. "I
had one hell of a time trying to explain why their twenty-one year old daughter
was suddenly putting her education and career goals on hold to marry a man
twice her age she'd only just met and have his baby."
"We struggled those first few years," Nick chimed
in. "As close as we'd become during our time here, there were still
adjustments we needed to make, things we needed to learn about each other.
Sacrifices we needed to make for the sake of our child. And then there were
those lingering doubts about just how much free will we'd had in the whole
encounter. And that affected our relationship. We, we almost didn't make
it."
"But you did make it. And I have already explained
that we did not influence or force your feelings of love towards one
another."
Nick was startled. "Did you just say 'I?'"
"I do not understand the question."
"There!" Nick exclaimed, "You just did it
again! You said 'I,' not 'we.'"
The Being using Adora's face looked at first confused, then
contemplative. "So I did. Fascinating. Being separated from the
collective is apparently beginning to affect my thought processes. An
interesting development."
"You're becoming an individual," said Chloe.
"Starting to think, and feel, like us. I've noticed it several times
before. You've expressed emotions when you spoke, something you never did
before taking over Adora."
"I have not 'taken over' your child. We share this
mind and body willingly. If she had fought it, I would have been
rejected."
"It's true, Mom," Adora herself spoke. "I'm
not being held captive. I can come forward, take back control, anytime I
wish."
"Good," said Nick, "then boot that thing out.
I'm done with you being their little science project. I want to go home."
"No," Adora said firmly.
Nick flushed with anger. "Adora, sweetheart, listen.
You may think you're in control, that you have free will. But how can you be
sure? How can we? They could still be manipulating you without your
knowledge."
"You'll just have to trust me, Dad," Adora said
calmly. "And trust, them? It? What exactly should we call you now?"
The last part was directed, not at her father, but the Being inside her.
"Interesting question."
Nick could not help but be reminded of the conversations
between Sméagol and Gollum in The Lord Of The Rings as the Being
continued, "As a collective, we have never established individual
identities. And while I am still part of that collective, I am now also an
independent being. An interesting contradiction."
"Well, we need to be able to call you something,"
said Adora. "If your goal is to learn how to become individual, physical
lifeforms again, perhaps you should start by choosing a name."
"A name? Ah, yes. A word or a combination of words
by which a person, place or thing, a body or class, or any object of thought is
designated, called, or known."
"Yes," said Adora, "and names often have
meanings, helping to identify characteristics of the object or person. Most of
us don't get to choose our own names; they are given to us. But as your first
act as an individual being, I think you should choose any name you like."
The White Room was quiet for the moment as the Being
contemplated this.
"Very well, then. You may call me, Vanda."
"Vanda? That's a lovely name," said Chloe.
"Vanda, do you have a preferred gender pronoun you would like us to
use?"
Again the Being now called Vanda thought before
answering. "Adora identifies as female, 'she' and 'her.' Since I
am sharing her mind and body, I will also share that identification."
"Then it's settled," said Nick.
"Congratulations, Vanda. You have taken your first step in becoming more,
human. So. What's next?"
"I wish to return to your world with you. To
experience what it is like living in a physical reality. To share in your
experiences, to better understand them. I can then pass my findings on to the
Collective."
"For how long?" Chloe asked.
"Unknown," replied Vanda. "I
sense your concern. I assure you this arrangement will be temporary, unless
agreed on by my host. Should Adora choose, she can send me away at any time.
There is much we can learn from each other, given the chance. But neither I nor
the Collective will force this upon your family. That would only taint our
results and hinder our progress. The choice is yours. If you refuse, I will
return to the Collective and we will move on, begin again. Although we would
suffer a major setback in our efforts."
"I want to help them," Adora spoke, coming
forward, "I know you're both worried. I know you're scared. I am, too. But
I also know I need to do this. I've wanted to help better our world for as long
as I can remember. Now I have a chance to help, not just Vanda and her people,
but ours as well. Think of what we could learn from them!"
"You're an adult now, Adora," said Chloe.
"You're free to make your own choices. If this is what you wish, your
father and I will support you. Won't we, Nick?"
Nick let out a long sigh. "Of course. Not that I see
any alternative."
"Thank you." Vanda actually sounded
grateful. "I assure you, all I wish is to better understand what
it is to be human."
Nick gave a rough laugh. "Well, you know the old
saying, or maybe you don't: Be careful what you wish for. You just might get
it."
Cumming is coming
Nick woke in the dark of his bedroom to the sound of
screams. Despite the coolness from the air conditioning, his body was soaked
with sweat.
He was alone. Chloe's side of the bed was empty. "Was I
dreaming?"
The scream echoed again, coming from Adora's room.
Nick scrambled out of bed, naked as he'd always slept. He
briefly considered grabbing a robe before dismissing it as the screams
intensified, instead dashing down the hall to his daughter's room.
Chloe was already there, still naked as well, her arms
around Adora, attempting to comfort her.
It was only then that Nick realized it wasn't Adora who was
screaming. It was Vanda.
"What's wrong?" Chloe was pleading. "Try and
breathe. Just breathe. Tell us what's wrong."
"Too much! It's too much!" Vanda
repeated, trying to control her sobs, "I was not prepared! Too
much input at once! Sights, smells, sounds! It's too,”
Her face suddenly went placid, her eyes closed.
When they opened again, it was Adora who spoke. "Sorry.
I'm sorry if we scared you."
"What happened?" Chloe asked.
"I was unconscious for a few moments after we returned,
and Vanda was alone in my body for the first time.
"She wasn't ready. This environment, this world, is
entirely new to her. At least actually being a physical part of it. She's
experiencing things she's never experienced before. It frightened her. And that
in itself was new and terrifying."
"Is she okay?" Chloe asked. "Where is she
now?"
"She's, resting. Pulled back. I took over as soon as I
woke up and realized she was overwhelmed. I think she's going to need a
minute."
"Yeah, well, now she knows how it feels to wake up in
an entirely different reality," Nick snipped.
"Oh, hush," Chloe chided him. "Don't be an
asshole."
Nick flushed but said no more.
"Mom? Dad? I appreciate your concern, but I think I
need to be alone with her for a while. Can you give us some privacy,
please?"
"Of course, dear." Chloe kissed her forehead.
"We'll be right down the hall if you need us."
As Nick and Chloe made their way to the door, Adora let out
a soft laugh.
"What's so funny?" Nick asked, turning to her.
Adora gave him a crooked grin. "I guess we all still
sleep naked, huh?"
Nick noticed his daughter's bare breasts in the moonlight
for the first time. "Yeah, I guess we do."
Now alone, Adora turned her thoughts inwards, towards Vanda.
"Are you okay? How are you feeling?"
"Better, thank you."
Adora smiled. "Good, I'm glad. Would you like to come
forward again?"
"Yes. But stay with me, please?"
"Of course. I'll be right here."
Tentatively, Vanda came forward. Again she was assaulted by
a variety of sensations. She immediately pulled back. "I cannot do
this."
"Yes you can," coaxed Adora. "Tell you what;
before you can deal with all the external stimulus, let's try focusing on the
internal. Get you used to having a body."
"What do you suggest?"
"Hmm. Perhaps we should try mediation. Are you familiar
with it?"
"There are multiple definitions of the term
meditation."
"I know that, silly. Search my memory banks, you'll
find what I'm referring to."
"Ah, yes. I understand now. Meditation for
reflection, relaxation, inner peace. I will try this."
"Good. That's it. Close our eyes. Block out the visual
input and just focus on the other senses. Concentrate on breathing. Take long,
deep, slow breaths. Listen to our heartbeat. Feel it beating in our chest. Feel
the rise and fall of our chest as we breathe. Hear the intake and exhale of
air. Be in the moment. Don't think, just feel."
Vanda followed Adora's coaching. Now upright on the bed, she
sat cross-legged, arms folded across her lap, mimicking the pose she had seen
in Adora's memory.
"You do this often?"
"Yes. Whenever I'm stressed or overwhelmed. Now, hush.
Concentrate."
Vanda fell silent, as did Adora, although she could sense
her host nearby, ready to come forward again if needed.
After several minutes, Adora spoke softly. "How are you
feeling?"
Vanda hesitated before answering. "Feeling" was
still such a new concept to her, and she had to search for the proper
words. "I feel, fine. Relaxed. Peaceful. And, itchy?"
Adora laughed. Vanda found the sound of it pleasant.
"Go ahead and scratch if you need to."
Vanda scratched at their nose absently. "Hey, not so
rough!" Adora objected. "Watch the fingernails!"
"My apologies. I am still getting used to moving
this body. Did I harm you?"
"No, it's fine. Ready to try something else?"
"Yes."
"Then open our eyes."
Slowly, Vanda opened their eyes. The room was dark,
illuminated only by the moonlight streaming through the window.
Vanda cautiously looked around, making out various shapes,
putting names to them from Adora's memory; chair, dresser, lamp, mirror.
Her eyes darted back to the mirror when she saw movement,
and after a quick memory search, understood it to be their reflection.
"That is, you? Us?"
"Yes."
"I, I wish to see us more clearly."
"Of course."
Vanda awkwardly scooted her borrowed body across the bed.
Finding her feet, she wobbled slightly, Adora helping to steady her as she
stood.
Shuffling slowly across the room, she stopped in front of
the full length mirror beside the dresser.
Although the moonlight was faint, Vanda could see herself
clearly.
"Your body is quite pleasing to look at," said
Vanda softly.
"Thank you. But it's your body now, too."
"May I touch it?"
"Of course. Just, again, be mindful of the
fingernails."
Vanda raised her hands to her face, exploring the high, well
defined cheekbones, the bridge of her dainty nose, the curve of her jaw and
chin.
Continuing their journey, her hands moved along her neck and
well-rounded shoulders.
Moving lower, she ran her hands over her breasts. The
sensation brought on by the touch made her shiver. "This is,
pleasure?"
"A form of it, yes. It can feel good to touch
ourselves."
"Yes, we have observed this behavior in your species
before. Manual stimulation of specific nerve endings causing an increase of
endorphins and,”
"Stop analyzing everything and just focus on the
feelings."
Vanda continued to explore her breasts, marveling at the contrast
between the softness of her skin and the firmness of the flesh beneath it. Her
nipples swelled as her fingers gently tugged at them, sparking a warm flush
that flowed down through her abdomen into her loins.
"We are, leaking fluids?"
"Yes. You're getting wet. Very normal."
"There is a throbbing sensation in our,
clitoris."
"Yes. My nipples are very sensitive. Your touching them
is causing us to become sexually aroused."
"A fascinating sensation. May I continue?"
"Please do."
"I am, unsure how to proceed."
"Access my memories. Use them as a guide. You'll figure
it out."
Although Adora was still cognizant of everything Vanda was
doing, she had pulled back enough to allow Vanda to be in complete control, the
main recipient of the sensations now coursing through their body.
Still, she could sense as Vanda moved her hands along her
flat, toned belly, pausing at her pubic mound to explore the soft tuft of hair
covering it.
"Our heart rate has increased. Our breathing,
shallow and irregular."
"All very normal. Just relax, don't be afraid. Trust
me, you're going to enjoy this."
Vanda moved her hand lower, finding the folds of her sex
organs. Mindful of the warning Adora had given about the sharp appendage at the
tip, she carefully dipped a finger into the slick cleft.
Her body convulsed from the shockwave that ran through
her. "Oh! This is, !"
Vanda could not find the words. None of them seemed to fit.
During their experiments, she had observed humans engaging in this strange ritual
of self-pleasure multiple times, finding it interesting yet confusing, as it
served no ultimate purpose in human procreation methods.
Now, she understood. The sensations she now identified as
sexual arousal coursed through her, interfering with her ability to think
clearly.
Instead, her mind raced with various images, flickering with
no discernable pattern; human males and females in various states of undress,
engaging in a variety of sexual acts.
Intermixed with these were even more confusing imaginings;
the warmth of sunshine, the sounds of surf crashing along a beach, the feel of
a gentle breeze. The taste of something called "ice cream."
Her fingers moved freely along her feminine parts, savoring
each new sensation brought forth from exploring the soft, delicate folds of her
inner and outer labia. Instinctively (or, perhaps with Adora's subliminal
coaching) she drew up the creamy moisture seeping from her vaginal opening to
lubricate the increasingly stimulated flesh.
Her knees buckled, only saved from falling over by Adora,
coming forward quickly to steady her.
"What, what just happened?"
"You were close to cumming."
"Coming?"
"Orgasm. You almost had an orgasm."
"Ah, yes. An orgasm. A climax of sexual excitement,
characterized by feelings of pleasure centered in the genitals and,”
"You're over analyzing again."
"I am sorry. It is in my nature. Shall I
proceed?"
"Yes. But maybe this will be easier, and safer, on the
bed."
"Agreed. The soft material of your mattress should
eliminate further risk of potential, You are laughing. What are you finding
humorous?"
"Nothing. Never mind. Let's go lay down."
Back on the bed, head resting comfortably on the pillow, her
hand again slipped between her legs. Her hot, almost pulsing sex organs eagerly
responded to her touch.
"There are, so many ways, to bring pleasure, so
many, various types of, touch. It is, difficult to decide, how to,”
"Don't overthink it. Focus on what feels best and just
go with it."
"Can you not at least guide me?"
"Look into my memories, if you must. But this will be a
much better learning experience for you if you figure it out on your own."
Vanda sighed, frustrated. Taking a few long, deep breaths to
calm herself, she began again.
Her fingers slid easily along the length of her cleft,
sticky and slippery, the soft petals of her labia parting to make way for them.
The tip of her forefinger found the entrance to her vaginal
canal, sending another sharp jolt of almost electric energy through her.
Vanda knew from her research that female humans found
penetration highly stimulating; whether digitally, the male sex organ, or one
of the endless variety of phallic objects they used for such purposes. But of
course she had no personal experience in such things.
She shivered in anticipation as her finger continued its
journey inside her, marveling at both the warmth and wetness. An involuntary
moan escaped her lips as she stopped, knuckle deep, then wiggled her digit
slowly inside the tight space.
Drawing both from Adora's memory and her own observations,
Vanda slowly pumped her finger in and out, creating a wet, sucking sound she
found both amusing and arousing.
Her entire body felt flushed with a beautiful, enveloping
warmth, flowing like waves of energy within her.
The waves increased in speed and intensity, and Vanda had a
moment to think of the light beams the Collective had developed to sexually
stimulate their human test cases before her body suddenly shook with
uncontrollable tremors. The moans she'd been unable to control grew louder,
increasing in volume and tempo until her voice burst from within her in pure
bliss. Every muscle tensed, and her legs clenched around her hand like a vise.
As the waves slowly receded, her breathing steadied and her
pulse slowed.
"Was that?"
"Yes. Congrats. Not bad for a first timer."
"I want another."
Again, Vanda heard Adora laugh inside their head. "I
thought you might. I usually do, too. While an internal orgasm is nice, I
usually cum best by, Oh, here, let me help you."
Vanda felt Adora come forward, not taking full control, only
just enough to guide her movements.
Her anticipation rose as her fingers landed over her
clitoris. It throbbed under her touch as she rubbed it in a steady, circular
motion.
Gentle pushes from Adora helped her set the pace, apply the
right pressure, and occasionally remember to re-lubricate her fingers with the
liquids still dripping steadily from her.
Vanda caught a brief mental image in Adora's mind and
without thinking, mimicked the suggestion. Bringing her fingers to her lips,
she popped them in her mouth.
The flavor of her wetness danced on her tongue. As it was
her first experience with taste, she had nothing to compare it to. All she knew
was that it certainly was not unpleasant, and served to take her sense
stimulation to new heights.
Her fingers returned to her aching sex; rubbing, flicking,
even smacking at it lightly, all under Adora's subtle guidance.
The sound of her moans echoed through the room as if from a
distance. Again she felt the waves of pure, sensual energy pulse through her,
building in intensity as her pace quickened.
For the first time in her long existence, Vanda's mind went
completely blank, filled now only with vague imagery and an overwhelming
compulsion for more, more, more of this wonderful, intoxicating, almost
overwhelming feeling.
Colors swam before her eyes as the hot waves of pure
pleasure burst forth from her like a star gone supernova. Her body bucked
uncontrollably, the bed rocking as her moans became cries, punctuated by one
last high pitched squeal before collapsing to the bed in a limp heap.
Eyes closed, Vanda basked in the calm aftermath. The room
was silent save for her breathing, slowly returning to normal, along with her
racing heartbeat.
A light sheen of sweat coated her skin, sending a shiver
through her as it registered the cool air circulating through the room blowing
lightly over it.
Vanda felt moisture leaking from her eyes and, her mind now
coming back to her, recognized she was experiencing yet another emotion.
Happiness.
"Thank you, Adora," she said, finding
her voice. "Thank you for sharing that with me. As first
experiences living in a physical body go, I do not think I could have possibly
conceived of a better one."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," said Adora. "I
did, too."
"Is this experience, these orgasms, are they just as
pleasurable with a sexual partner?"
"Depends on who you're with, but generally, yes. Even
better, sometimes."
"I would like to try that."
"I bet you would," Adora laughed. "Let's put
a pin in that for now, though. It's late, and it's been a pretty exhausting
night."
"Yes. I am sensing we require what you call
sleep." Vanda experienced her first yawn, punctuating her words.
She felt Adora slowly slipping down into the depths of unconsciousness.
Suddenly, she was afraid.
"Adora?"
"Yes?"
"Will I dream?"
"Probably."
"Will we dream together?"
"I don't know. Let's find out."
"Do not, don't go too far. I am, comforted, by your
presence."
"Don't worry. I'll be right here."
To be continued in part 4, By Djmac1031 for Literotica