This short story is an entry in the 2002 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Spooky
The Incubator
By
Courtney <Courtenesca@aol.com>
Digital clock flashing green: 3AM. No alarm, but an eerie sense she should awake. Warnings inside her head... "Don't open your eyes!"
Heat. Humidity. Yet she shivered under the... Oh. There was no sheet. Must've kicked it... Gage groped blindly. Naked? Ignoring her growing fear, she focused her vision. Nothing. Except...
Mist. Heavy like on Heathcliff's moors. The Ripper's London. Green glow from the clock diminished. Gage floated... Sleepily horizontal, she couldn't alter position. Floating above the earth, though she couldn't sense how. Or where. Or why.
Body stretched, lengthening. On her back, facing...up?...arms caught above her head. Grasped in invisible fingers. Her legs taut; spread just enough...
Ankles clasped. She was restrained, but oddly, not immobile. Floating. Frissons of fever-touches permeate her body. Caresses caper like kids on a playground.
Tenderly tethered, her naked body turned like a succulent roast on a spit. Sensation poured over her. Through her. Pussy lips tickled, layers opening in her like a rose. A sizzling fullness thrust; her hips contracting, muscles clinging to the pulsing pressure.
Slowly spinning. Tongues licked, sucked her nipples erect. Her bottom undulated, hips humping the fullness inside... Kneading her buttocks, strong pulling sensations: SMACK. SPANK. Gage tried to open her eyes, but her lids were kissed firmly shut. SMACK. SPANK.
Rotating endlessly, Gage was engulfed in endless variations of pleasure. Her vagina clamped the thrusting power controlling her. Spanks became fuller, resounding, harsh. Her bottom gyrated in pleasure-pain, wanting more.
Moaning. Begging. Echoes of sultry sighs and whispers cocoon her in a sensual wash of heat. Amniotic buoyancy.
Lips, teeth, nibbles, bites. Her hair was held away from her face, massage gentled the fear. Stroking her till no guilt was left.
Thrusting. Smacking. Delving inside till she couldn't breathe. Spanks brought Gage back and forth, up and down. "Pleaseeeeee....." Sibilant susurrations shush her panic.
Spinning, sloe as molasses. Unbearable tension mounts inexorably in her groin. Spanks tease, taunt, take her into the tumult of the tremendous thrusts. Ripping sensations suffuse her...
Gage shrieks her climax; all sound swallowed by the insistent mouths over hers. Shrouds of invading warmth envelope her; she clings to sanity.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Damn heat. 'If it ain't the heat it's the humidity...' If she heard that old axiom once more, she'd explode!
Gage pulled the sheet. No sheet. She must've kicked... Her body felt so warm, moist, almost achy. In fact she felt she'd gone ten rounds with Don Juan! Ooooo, where was her mind these days?
Her hands rubbed her bottom. Mmmnn? Hot...sure the skin would be bright red. And where was her nightgown? Gage shut her weary eyes. Whatever she'd been dreaming must've been a doozy. Must be coming on that time of the month...
...Eyes flash open against all warning. Her prone body is saturated in a fine sheen of pungent sweat.
Heavy, engulfing mist swirl, blurring her vision. All Gage saw was the ethereal outline of her naked body. Floating?
And the flashing of the green digital glow: 3AM. 3AM. 3AM.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2002
Reviews
Tami <tamishy(at)webtv(dot)net>
That period between sleep and awake, when you don't know what's real. I always loved to try and remember how I got into such state. It makes for good day-dreaming later in time. Thanks for the idea to my next dream.
Frank <sswitcher(at)yahoo(dot)com>
It's certainly quite erotic and full of poetic imagery, but I'm not sure exactly what it is. A dream - or some kind of out-of-body experience? The title does not provide much clue. It's not easy for me to relate to this kind of thing, since I don't have dreams myself.
Margaret <wessyLA(at)aol(dot)com>
I enjoyed the stream of consciousness way you wrote this story. The similies conjure up a very vivid word picture. Thank you for sending it along.
John <johnb(at)ssec(dot)wisc(dot)edu>
Yup. Spooky, all right. Nice dream sequence, nice use of language, definite quivering of erotic overtones. But to this reader at least, the circular path is somewhat unsatisfying, because it frustrates the need to have the mystery resolved. But then maybe the ambiguity is necessary to make the story spooky. Something definitive might have tipped it into farce, or romance, or even horror.