Absolute Ecstasy
By Maxwell Avoi
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Copyright 2012 by Maxwell Avoi
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They took me when I was jogging.
I always tried to be safe when I was out for a run but I was a big enough guy that I didn’t worry as much as I should have. I ran a path that cut through the woods outside of town at a time of morning that ensured that I would be the only one out there. I was a computer nerd and I kept in shape with a daily three-mile run through the woods and streets around my home. As usual my mind blanked out just a few steps into the run.
I didn’t see who shot me. I felt the impact and a sting in my thigh and I thought that a giant bug had attacked until I looked down and saw a feathered dart sticking out of my leg. It was joined by another one that landed in my neck. I reached up to pull it out but my arm wasn’t working right. The world shifted around me and I was suddenly on the ground. I couldn’t do anything but try to breathe through the rotting leaves and listen to heavy footsteps approach me. Then I couldn’t even do that anymore.
I woke up slowly. I struggled to understand the situation through a really impressive headache. I was in a bright, airy room that was about half the size of my house. One end of the room was devoted to a huge tub that looked as though it could double as a Jacuzzi or possibly a location for short relay races. Several shower nozzles fed into it from different angles. A small commode and sink sat next to it.
I lay on a huge, round bed that had the biggest, softest mattress I’d ever seen. I wasn’t tied up or anything, though the headboard showed attachments that implied that being tied up was an option. The sheets were either satin or silk and felt really amazing on my skin. I looked at the headboard behind me and saw that it was actually a set of cabinets. When I opened the nearest one I found a wide selection of sex toys, including dildoes ranging from “Oh that’s cute!” to “Oh my god!” The cabinet next door housed vibrators and an extensive stock of oils and lubes. The last cabinet contained things I didn’t even recognize.
I got up and went to the door to find it locked. I hit it with my shoulder a few times and decided that I wasn’t going to get out that way; it was a solid as the wall in which it sat.
There were two large wardrobes between the bed and the bath. I opened one and found that it was stuffed full of women’s clothing in various sizes. The other one had the same thing. The sinking feeling that had started when I’d opened the cabinets intensified; either my captor had taken a lot of trophies or he had plans that included a lot of different women in this locked room. Either way I wasn’t eager to find out what the plans were.
There were no windows or entrances that I could see besides the locked door. I even moved the heavy wardrobes after a lot of tugging and swearing; there were no secret doors or passages to magical lands back there. I also couldn’t find anything to use as a weapon unless I wanted to make a garrote out of some woman’s bra.
I went back to the bed and started going through the cabinets there. I didn’t want to have to beat someone to death with a fifteen-inch-long rubber dildo but it was marginally better than nothing. I also found another cabinet that I’d overlooked earlier. This one was full of books and DVDs and there was a small DVD player as well. All of the material dealt with sex in some way, from instructional books to pure porn. I also found a remote control in there. It didn’t seem to go to anything but I pushed buttons out of sheer lack of anything better to do.
A humming noise above me made me look up to see a panel in the ceiling sliding open. It revealed a large television screen set flat against the ceiling, pointing directly down at the bed. The screen showed a steady blue screen until I turned the DVD player on. A disc was already in the player; a few seconds after turning it on the silence was broken by the sounds of a woman faking an incredible orgasm. The screen showed a disc menu overlaid on top of a loop of a woman screaming at the camera while a man pounded into her. I fumbled with the remote until I figured out how to turn everything off. The power button for the television also closed the panel that hid it.
I wasn’t about to start watching porn while I was being held captive. I hammered and shouted at the locked door for a while, making zero progress of any kind. I finally sat on the edge of the bed and resigned myself to waiting for my captors. Eventually I fell asleep.
I woke up when the door creaked open. The tallest, broadest person I had ever seen was the first one through the door. She was at least six-six, several inches taller than me. She was broader across the shoulders than I was, too, though her wide hips made up for some of that. Her frame was heavily muscled but between her hips, massive breasts, and rather sweet face she still managed to look feminine. I supposed that such a woman was possible but when I saw the tiny horns growing out of her temples I had to stare. They were about three inches long, and they curled in toward her eyes and down toward the ground. It was only when she took a step to the side to clear the door that I noticed that her legs seemed to bend the wrong way, and her feet looked oddly shaped. She smiled shyly.
Behind her was something shaped like a man. I felt right away that there was something terribly wrong about it. It smiled and I could see nothing but darkness behind its lips. It was bald and wrinkled but not with age so much as the kind of wrinkles you get when something deflates; it looked as if it wasn’t completely filling its skin anymore. Its eyes looked fake, like glass eyes that weren’t properly finished. I got the impression of a hole in the air that had wrapped skin around itself and started pretending to be human. My skin felt as if it was trying to run away without the rest of me.
It said, “Welcome to your new home, Absolute. This is Bree. You may call me either Shaper or Master.” It gestured toward the tall woman and then itself.
“What the fuck is going on here?” I said, standing. Bree took a step forward, still giving me a pleasant smile and appearing perfectly happy to be among friends. I stopped where I was and said, “I want out of here right now. You have no idea the world of shit that I can call down on you.”
He laughed, a sound just as charming as a cement mixer full of thumbtacks. “I like that fire. I’m so glad to have you here for my latest experiment. Don’t worry, you won’t be harmed. I don’t hurt people, especially not when I’m trying new things. Are you hungry yet?”
“No, I’m not hungry, you little psycho. I’m angry. I want out of here right now.”
It shook its head. “I’m afraid that won’t be possible. The experiment will begin soon. You see, I have learned a lot from working with Bree, and I can’t wait to try new things with you, Absolute!”
“Stop calling me that. I’m Isaiah Dobbs. I have a family that’ll look for me, and friends.”
Shaper smiled and I caught another glimpse of that total blackness inside of it. “Your name is Absolute Ecstasy. Please get used to answering to that, or variations of it. Bree will be back soon with your breakfast.”
It turned and left without waiting for me to answer. I wasn’t sure that I could have answered; I was too shocked by this turn. Bree gave me another shy smile and backed out, having to turn her shoulders a bit to fit comfortably through the door. I didn’t want to have to go up against someone with those kinds of muscles, sweet face or not.
I went and sat on the edge of the tub. The bed would probably have been more comfortable but I was tired of it already. I had to move around to get my brain working against so I could find my way out of this.
Water would help, too. I went to the sink and turned it on, expecting a rusty trickle. Instead the water gushed out clear and strong. It had a strange scent to it, something warm that I couldn’t place. The scent favored the water a little but there wasn’t enough to make me think that it was tainted. I figured it was just a feature of the plumbing or the source. Nothing made me think that my incredibly weird little captor was planning to poison me so I went ahead and drank my fill.
I started pacing in a circle, trying to figure out how to get away from whatever the hell Shaper was. Bree seemed to be on his side as well so I had to think about how I might get by her. I tried not to think about her strange legs or horns, or about Shaper’s aura of bizarre menace. I was trying not to dwell on the darkness between his lips when I heard the door rattle in its frame again.
I thought about hiding right next to the wall and jumping out at whoever came through the door but I realized that Bree could just flick me across the room if I tried that. I needed a better plan. I waited and watched from the edge of the tub.
Bree stepped through the door and closed it behind her. She was carrying a tray that had a bowl and a glass, both full. She smiled her sweet smile at me and said, “Dinner time.”
I didn’t move. After a moment she held up the tray as if I hadn’t seen it. “Time for food!”
I said, “What if I don’t want to eat?”
She frowned. “It’s really better if you just obey.” A flicker of fear crossed her face and then she went back to smiling. “Trust me on that.”
I stood and approached her. “Wait, you’re a prisoner too, aren’t you?”
She sighed, making the seams on her shirt creak a little. “Not a prisoner. An experiment.”
“We could work together! I could help you, and we could-“
“Please just eat,” she said, her voice coming out in a terrified whisper. “I don’t want to lose any more of who I am.”
I stared at her for a while but she wouldn’t meet my eyes. She trembled slightly, her massive frame shaking so that the bowl and glass rattled. I took it and sat on the edge of the bed. Bree waited by the door, still staring at the floor. Her broad hands worked against each other, rubbing as if trying to wash.
I ate quickly. The bowl was full of stew, rich with chunks of meat and a thick broth. The glass held more of the same water that I had drunk out of the faucet. I was starting to like the strange flavor though I couldn’t say exactly why.
When I sat the glass down, a sudden wave of fatigue swept over me. I swayed where I sat, and Bree said, “Oh, time for bed.” I wanted to protest but a huge yawn cut me off. She came closer and picked up the tray, still smiling a little. It was a good chance for me to run out the open door but I couldn’t get my legs to lift me up. Instead I slumped backward, flat on my back on my satin sheets. I remember trying to ask Bree if the stew had been drugged and then I was asleep.
I woke up in the same room. The lights were down low. I tried to sit up but I couldn’t move at all. I felt incredibly relaxed and remained that way even when I realized that someone was touching my legs. Rather than freaking me out, it aroused me. I felt growing heat and tightness as my unseen visitor kept touching, stroking at my legs and feet until I was gasping with need. I was shocked by the waves of pleasure that emanated from the fingers stroking at me.
My breathless gasps sounded strange in my ears. I stopped thinking about it quickly, lost in what the invisible fingers were doing to me. I didn’t want them to stop. I had never been so turned on from someone stroking my legs. I couldn’t move or react beyond the increasing tempo of my breathing and quiet gasps. Heat built inside me along with a strange inner tension that I wasn’t used to; I felt loose and slick rather than hard and tight. The heat and tension combined just under my belly and exploded, burying me in pure bliss and driving all questions from my head. I arched my back helplessly, my tiny gasps becoming moans as I came over and over. The hands on my legs didn’t stop which only stretched the orgasm out until I was sure that I would die of pleasure.
By the time it let me go and I was a quivering mess, I realized that whoever it was had become whoever they were. Someone or several someones were at work on my arms in just the same way. It was extremely weird but the sheer screaming ecstasy had broken down some of my mental resistance. I didn’t even try to protest. I felt the heat and pleasure building again, this time filling more of me, from my thighs to the base of my ribs. My gasps were louder, joined by tiny moans on the exhale.
I finally focused enough to realize that the moans were wrong. I couldn’t convince myself that it had anything to do with strange echoes or anything like that. The moans coming from my lips were higher than my real voice, with a purring undertone that I didn’t recognize as my own. I wanted to sit up, to feel myself, anything, but all I could do was lie there and enjoy the growing pleasure. My unseen lovers took their sweet damn time, bringing me slowly to the brink. My hips bucked as if trying to fuck a woman on top of me and my moans came louder and louder. Soon it was almost as if a woman was moaning instead of me.
I’d have been more concerned but the second climax was much stronger than the first one. I screamed, my body shaking and my hips bucking helplessly as the raw ecstasy crashed through me, searing up my spine and lighting up every fiber. The hands never stopped, making the orgasm last until I thought I would go crazy.
Eventually I slid down into something approaching normalcy but I soon found that there were more than two invisible lovers; touches started on my legs and feet again. Joined with the aftereffects of the two huge orgasms I’d already had the sensations overwhelmed me quickly. I felt the pulsing again but instead of being confined to parts of my body it encompassed the whole damn thing, from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. My moaning came faster and louder, and my hips bucked harder, and this time when the encroaching wave crashed down on top of me I could only take a few seconds of it before it overwhelmed me and I fell into darkness that had the same strange scent that I’d noticed in the water.
I woke up feeling extremely strange. I wasn’t sure if it had all been a dream, or just parts of it, or what. Certainly I was still in the same room where I was being kept captive, but could the rest of it have happened? I sat up and looked down at myself, glad that I could move.