Chapter 18
It was night, and the road twisted through a silent, mysterious landscape. The car, its headlights slicing through the darkness, glided smoothly over the asphalt, lighting just enough to keep going. Inside, I drove focused, hands steady on the wheel. The dashboard’s dim glow flickered, hinting it was time to hunt for a gas station to refuel. The steady hum of the engine mixed with the rustle of trees in the night breeze, creating this almost hypnotic soundtrack that made it hard to keep my eyes open. Still, stars dotted the sky above, bearing witness to my solitude and bringing a comforting vibe as I drove on, drowsy but calm, lost in deep thoughts.
Suddenly, a stretch of pitch black swallowed the road. The silence seemed to amp up, and everything around plunged into an even thicker darkness. Then, like magic, the sky exploded in a light show. A sea of stars gleamed with an intensity I’d never seen, as if the cosmos had put on a private performance just for me. It was so stunning it made my heart race.
Even knowing the dangers of pulling over, I got hit by this irresistible urge. I eased onto the shoulder, killed the engine, and stepped out of the car. The silence was now profound, broken only by the echo of my own movements. Under that sky, with stars shining like jewels against the black velvet of the universe, I stood still, soaking it all in. It was this unique connection between earth and infinity, something I knew I’d never forget.
Suddenly, the show kicked into overdrive. Shooting stars started streaking across the sky, one after another, leaving glowing trails everywhere. But one caught my eye. Its glow was different, a vibrant emerald green, and it seemed alive. It grew and pulsed, like it wanted to zip through the sky faster than the rest. When I realized it was heading my way, a chill ran down my spine.
I froze, stunned, watching what seemed impossible. The glowing object closed in with this intense, frantic motion, until reason kicked in and I bolted back to the car. I slammed the door and peered out the window as that mysterious, almost magical light passed right over me, leaving a trail of awe and desperation.
Had it all been a dream? Now I was lying naked on what felt like a hospital bed. I was hooked up to machines, surrounded by monotonous sounds like the beeping of monitors. Had I been hit by a truck coming the wrong way? Or maybe smashed by a meteor crashing from the sky?
My body felt numb, like it was soaked in an anesthetic bath. The sensation was weird, almost relaxing, like a warm wave of pleasure washing over me. They must’ve given me some heavy-duty meds, I thought, trying to stay sharp. But then I noticed something creepy: there was a probe inside me, lodged in my pussy. It was big, made of something like rubber. Every time I clenched, I felt the tube shift, giving under the pressure. Why the hell would they put that in me?
My breasts were covered in something soft, wrapped in warm shells that felt like suede. The touch was nice, but definitely off. Some new medical tech? I wondered.
My eyes barely worked. Everything was blurry, tall shadows moving around me, indistinct figures rushing by without responding to my calls for help. They must be busy doctors, I tried to tell myself. But something was wrong. These people seemed… too tall, and their movements weren’t quite human.
I tried to rationalize it. Must be the burn unit. Maybe they’re wearing masks or special suits for safety. I had to be super doped up, confused from the drugs. Yeah, that was it. Had to be.
But the more I clung to that thought, the more weird details popped up. The room was lit by this bluish glow that didn’t seem to come from regular lights. The air had a metallic tang, almost like ozone, and the sounds around me were low but strange — like whispers in a language I couldn’t make out.
I took a deep breath, fighting the wave of panic threatening to overwhelm me. Can’t lose it now. It’s just a hospital. Has to be. The alternative was unthinkable.
In the midst of the panic starting to grip me, something unexpected happened. The tubes connected to me came alive, jerking and pulling, forcing me out of that space and dragging me up high.
A scream tore from my throat, but there was no echo in response. I was upside down, hoisted somewhere I couldn’t comprehend. This wasn’t normal. Then something started that I’d never forget for the rest of my life. The tubes holding me spread my body out like a star in the air. I felt like warm tentacles wrapped around my legs to support me, their almost peristaltic movements massaging my thighs, sending this super strange energy flooding through my body. It was like static buzzing over my nerves, leaving me relaxed.
A tear slid from my eye. Somehow, I felt violated. That slow, lingering pleasure creeping up my legs wasn’t natural. I wanted to cry, but the gentle ecstasy bubbling up from my legs wouldn’t let me. When the rubber tube inside me started inflating, I freaked out. It felt like every inner wall was touched at once, and it made these perfect vibrating motions, sending little shock waves. I wanted to protest, but every time I tried, a new wave drowned out my voice. Each attempt to make a sound got muffled.
My breathing got heavier and heavier; the air was too thin to breathe easy, and I had to work for it. Meanwhile, on my breasts, those weird shells started sucking hard, and I can’t deny it — it was delicious being sucked like that. It seemed to read my mind, adjusting to the sweet spot whenever I reacted good. It wasn’t like a mouth that could only hit one spot at a time. The thing engulfed a whole breast. When a stray thought hit me: “One of those on my clit would be amazing.” Right away, something slithered like a warm snake over my crotch, touching my wet clit. It was bizarre — inside me, that inflated, electrifying thing, and now this simulating a perfect mouth.
That entity taking me seemed bent on learning my body’s responses. Whenever something bugged me, it adjusted to please. If I thought of a sex position, it flipped me, using its tubes and tentacles to force me into it. I must’ve been on all fours now. I was scared, but I couldn’t stop thinking about sex. The inflated tube filling me started deflating, reshaping into something masculine and more familiar; my body adjusted to its hardness. That thing was penetrating me with perfect thrusts. I knew I’d go insane soon if it didn’t stop — my body couldn’t handle that much pleasure much longer.
And like that thing knew all my desires, an explosion of serotonin and dopamine, in a cosmic hug, poured cascades of euphoria over the deepest corners of my mind. My body turned into a field of pure energy, every cell vibrating like it was touched by an invisible symphony. I felt my blood running hot, my lungs filling with intoxicating air from the moment’s chemistry. My heart stopped beating for a few seconds, and time vanished. One second stretched like infinity, and my whole body dissolved into waves of pure ecstasy. No more boundaries, just the feeling of being part of the universe, where pleasure transcends the physical and turns into light, color, living poetry.
I woke up lying on the hood of my car, still on that empty highway, confused. I clenched my pussy looking for signs of sex, but everything was fine — I’d just dreamed it. I looked around for people and found none. I slid behind the wheel and started driving again; I desperately needed some meds for the discomfort I felt — something I’d eaten had left my belly bloated and hard.