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The Chosen
by The Technician

Fantasy, Public Nudity, Public Masturbation, Public Orgasm, Machine,
Semi-Non-Consensual

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Suzy finds that she has been chosen for a very special place in the
village festival.
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WARNING!  All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18
ONLY.  Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content.  All
people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations,
and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real
life.

If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference
between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province,
nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts
depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to
somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.

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included with the article.  This story is copyright (c) 2014 by The
Technician ( Technician666@Gmail.Com. )

Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this
story for personal, non-commercial use.  Production of multiple copies
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Published eBooks by Wayne Mitchell (The Technician}
Senior Project  http://www.a1adultebooks.com/book.htm?pr=7753
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The first thing that Suzy realized when she awoke was that she was
naked. That alone was not surprising because she usually slept naked.
But she wasn't in her bed. She wasn't even in her bedroom. She was in
a large, clear, sealed cube in the middle of the village square. She
could see the lights of the festival all around her and feel the
vibrations of the loud music from the band over by the park. A large
crowd was gathered around the cube watching her. She screamed a long,
loud "Noooooo!" as she pounded her fists against the glass-like walls
of her enclosure.  She had been chosen!

She yelled at the people who were just inches away from her naked
body. "This is a mistake!" she screamed. "I didn't volunteer to be in
here!" she cried out to the watching faces. "No, no, no, I don't want
to be in here! Let me out!" she pleaded with the crowd, but she knew
that no one could hear her. 

Suzy knew that no one could hear her because for many years she had
stood in that crowd and watched the chosen one pound on these
transparent walls and beg and plead to be released from their
captivity.  You could see the terror on their faces.  You could see
the tears flow down from their eyes.  You could see the hopelessness
begin to overwhelm them. Sometimes you could even see them piss
themselves in fear.  But you could never hear them.  For the entire
three or four or five days of the festival, you could not hear them.

The length of the festival depended upon the actions of the offering.
The festival continued until the offering finally mounted the saddle.
No one knew for sure how an offering was chosen.  Nor did anyone know
how the offering came to be placed in the cube. There did not appear
to be an opening in the cube. The cube itself would just suddenly
appear in the town square every 4 to 6 months. When it appeared, that
meant it was time for the festival.

All work would cease. Everyone in the village would come to the town
square and party continuously for the entire time of the festival. It
has always amazed Suzy that for festival time she could go without
sleep for so many days and nights.

Sometime during the second day of the festival, the offering would
suddenly appear in the cube, usually lying unconscious on the thickly
carpeted floor of the enclosure. It wasn't always a naked woman.
Sometimes it was one of the young men of the village who would be
naked and screaming and pounding against the glass when they awoke.

Suzy stopped her pounding and stood staring at the crowd outside her
window. For the first time since she had moved to the village more
than a dozen years ago, she noticed something odd about the population
of the village. Everyone in the entire village was now in the village
square, but there were no children present.  And there were no old
people.    Everyone was between twenty and forty years of age. Why
hadn't she noticed that before?

Suzy, herself, was twenty-six. She worked as a...????  She couldn't
remember! Whatever it was that happened to the chosen ones was
starting to happen to her.  She couldn't remember what she did in the
village. She couldn't remember where she lived in the village. She
could remember the festivals.  Dozens and dozens of festivals were
very clear in her mind, but she could remember nothing else. She
recognized people in the crowd, but could place them nowhere else but
here, at the festivals.

Something within the cube must be draining her of her memories. But if
that were so, why then could she remember her years of schooling.  She
could clearly remember growing up on Colony Twelve.  She could
remember classrooms in the complex as she grew up.  Even her college
and post-graduate work in astro-physics and planetary systems was very
clear in her mind. But her life in the village was fading from her
mind. She could remember attending the festival many, many times, but
where she lived and what she did in the village had been erased from
her mind.

She sank to the carpeted floor.  It seemed strangely warm against her
naked body. The entire cube seemed warm. It was not uncomfortably
warm, she was not sweating, but it was definitely warm. And her body
was beginning to warm also, only this was a different kind of warm.
This was not a thermal warm, this was a sexual warm.

"No!" she screamed aloud. "I will not do it!  I will not make a
spectacle of myself in public. I will not do it!"

Even as she screamed, however, her eyes were drawn to the only piece
of "furniture" in the cube. There, in the very middle of the
enclosure, sat a large saddle . She had never seen a real saddle. For
that matter, she had never seen a horse, but she had read of them.
They were creatures from the home planet and people once rode on their
backs using seats of leather and wood that had been strapped to the
beast.

What sat in the middle of the cube on a stand, concealed by the same
carpet which covered the floor, looked exactly like the saddles she
had seen in the recreational videos she had watched as a youth. Well,
not exactly. Those saddles didn't have two rather large metal dildos
sticking straight up from the center of the seat.

She tried to remember if she had looked into the empty cube when
festival had first begun. You could tell if the offering was going to
be male or female by the shape of the saddle.  For a woman, there were
always two dildos, but for a man, there was only one, and a strange
leather-looking humped opening in the saddle that almost exactly
replicated the female vagina.  For male or female, there were stirrups
on the saddle and a saddle horn like on what she thought was called a
western saddle, except it was not covered in leather.  The saddle horn
was the very same shiny material as the dildos.

Silently, Suzy circled the walls of her cell like she had seen
countless offerings do so many times before. She could hear the
village clock strike the hours in the distance as she yelled at the
crowd that they might as well go home because she was not going to do
it.

Did the offerings who had come before her also say that?  Did they
also say that they would never mount the saddle?  She had never been
able to hear what they actually said. As they screamed and yelled, did
they also feel that warm sexual feeling slowly building within their
bodies that they knew would eventually drive them to impale themselves
on those shiny pieces of polished metal?

She turned and looked out once again at the crowd. It was now dark,
but the square was brightly lit. She could see the flushed faces of
the young women in the front row. She knew what they were thinking.
They were thinking-and some were even saying, "Do it. Do it. Do it!"
She knew what they were saying because she could read their lips as
they mouthed their simple chant.  She knew what they were thinking
because she herself had stood exactly where they were standing in
festivals past and chanted the same words at the hapless offering year
after year.

Just last festival, Suzy had stood in the cool fall air, flushed and
sweaty, chanting with the people gathered around her as the offering
slowly gave in to whatever it was that compelled her to mount the
saddle. She remembered her chant changing to "Yes, yes, yes," as the
chosen one began to writhe in the saddle with her hands held tightly
to the shiny saddle horn and her legs thrashing in the stirrups.  She
herself had felt a powerful sexual rush flow through her body as she
watched the offering's lewd ride toward orgasm.

Some of the chosen ones would ride for only a short time. Others
seemed to stay on the saddle forever, extending their ecstasy for
hours, or even days before finally exploding in the release of a
violent orgasm that seemed to be shared by the entire village.

Exploding was the proper description of the offering's orgasm because
that is exactly what happened to the chosen one.  They exploded. At
least their bodies were suddenly surrounded by an extreme flash of
light and then they were gone. No trace of them remained afterwards
except perhaps some glistening fluids on the seat of the saddle. Then
the cube would slowly fade away and the bright lights of the village
square would dim  until the next festival.

Suzy was not going to let that happen to her.  She was not going to
mount the saddle. If she had her way, this festival was going to last
a very long time. But as the hours passed, the warmth continued to
grow within her. She could feel her hunger rising for those shiny
spears. Her body was starting to betray her. Her legs were growing
weak. Her pelvis was beginning to undulate on its own, seeking the
pleasure.., and release, offered by the saddle.

"No!" she screamed. "I will not give in!" But the need was growing.
She had to do something to cool the fire and quell that need. She sat
down on the floor and leaned against the corner of her glass room. Her
left hand slid across her breasts and pulled and pinched at her
nipples. Her right hand went between her legs and plunged into her
flowing sex.  She raised her knees and spread wide her thighs to give
herself better access to her clit.

How could she be doing this? She was lustfully masturbating in front
of the entire village. She had seen some of the chosen ones do this in
the past. She could not imagine someone being such a wanton slut so as
to open wide their legs and let everyone watch them plunge their hands
into their gaping cunt, and yet that was exactly what she, herself,
was doing.

In the past, when this had occurred, she and her friends had gleefully
chanted, "Slut! Slut! Slut!" at the hapless offering as she took
herself repeatedly to orgasm in front of the crowd.  Suzy looked out
through the glass of the enclosure. She could see Mary and Charlene
and Omira. Their eyes were almost glazed.  Their hands were balled
into fists pumping in the air as they chanted, "Slut! Slut! Slut!"
There was a slight gap in the crowd next to them where she, herself,
had stood just at the last festival.

Her shame overwhelmed her and Suzy closed her eyes as she had seen so
many chosen ones do in years before.  But she did not remove her hand
from between her legs.  Instead, if anything, with the faces of the
crowd blocked from her mind, she forced her fingers harder and deeper
into her now sopping slit.

She screamed out in orgasm and the crowd applauded, but the need did
not go away, and the sexual fire did not cool. The burning within her
continued to flow to her nipples and her ass and her clit setting them
aflame.  She now lay flat on the floor with her feet planted securely
against the glass wall and forced her entire hand into her cunt. Only
once or twice had she seen an offering slutty enough to be reduced to
this, but it did not matter.  The fire within her had to be quenched.
The need must be slaked or there would be no alternative but to impale
herself on those shiny dildos which called out to her and seemed to
somehow pull her toward that awful saddle.

She looked out through the glass.  Her friends were now chanting
"Whore! Whore! Whore!" at her. Had she looked like that as she had
chanted those words at other offerings? Were they getting the pleasure
from her suffering that she had gotten from watching those who had
been in this cube before her? Would they someday find themselves where
she now was?

Suzy smiled slightly as she pictured prim and proper Omira with her
legs splayed against the glass. No, Omira wouldn't do that. Mary or
Charlene might, but Omira would jump on that saddle and get it over
with as soon as possible. There had been some offerings who had done
exactly that. They didn't scream and pound on the glass. They didn't
walk endlessly around the edge of the cube trying to escape. As soon
as they awoke in the cube, they went over to the saddle and let it
explode them in orgasm. Maybe that is what Suzy should have done. At
least it would already be over. At least she wouldn't be lying in a
puddle of her own juices watching her friends call her whore and slut.

Why was she fighting? It was inevitable anyway. Sooner or later she
was going to lower herself onto the saddle and let it take her to that
one, final orgasm. No chosen one had ever been able to resist. She had
thought them all weak, but now she knew that it wasn't their weakness
that caused them to willingly make that final ride. It was the
strength of whatever it was that burned within her and slowly forced
her body to seek what only the saddle could provide. It was the
strength of that heat and need that would eventually cause even her to
finally swing her leg across that leather seat and lower herself down
onto the twin dildos.

Suzy didn't remember making that final action. She didn't remember
getting up from the floor and moving to the center of the cube. She
didn't remember swinging her leg over those shiny peaks. Her body must
have acted on its own because she suddenly found herself on the
saddle. Her legs were in the stirrups. Her hands were clutching the
metal saddle horn. And the two dildos were buried deep within her.

She had expected them to be cold, or at least solid and uncomfortable,
but instead they were warm and soft and seemed to pulsate within her.
In surprise she raised her hands from the silver saddle horn and
suddenly both dildos went cold and rigid within her and an
uncomfortable-no painful, electrical pulse flowed through her body
between them. She immediately re-established her grip on the saddle
horn and the warm pulsations returned.

Now she knew why the offerings always clung so tightly to the saddle
horn. A tingling in her legs told her that pulses were also flowing
down to the metal stirrups. Her head was now tilted back in the throes
of passion. Her mouth was open in a large O as she gulped in deep
breaths of air. She could just make out Mary and Charlene and Omira in
the crowd around her. Their fists were once again pumping in the air,
but now they were chanting "Go! Go! Go!"

Suzy knew that they would continue that chant until she exploded in
orgasm. She dreaded that final moment, but at the same time her body
craved it. She was pulled between many desires. She wanted this
extreme pleasure that she was now feeling to last and last and last,
but at the same time she wanted... needed... craved... that final
orgasmic release from life itself.

She rocked her pelvis against the saddle to increase the sensations
that were overwhelming her body. She kicked her legs in the stirrups,
not attempting to pull herself up off the invaders that were
penetrating her body, but to force them deeper and deeper into her
cunt and ass. Then she felt it building within her like an impending
atomic explosion. Higher and higher and higher she went until suddenly
the world around her was bathed in a brilliant white light and she
exploded in orgasm.

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A voice was calling her name. "Susan?" it said.

Another voice called, "Dr. Anderson, can you hear me?"

She was lying on a raised cot of some sort surrounded by what appeared
to be medical devices. "Dr. Anderson," the voice continued, "we have
brought you out of stasis. It is time for you to begin your first duty
cycle. Do you know where you are?"

She heard herself answer, "I think so."

The voice replied, "You are on Stellar Probe Twenty-Seven. We launched
from Colony Twelve and are now fourteen years into deep space. We are
approaching what might be a viable planet for the new colony. If it
meets all our criteria, you will help supervise attaining orbit and
transferring the colonists to the surface.  If not, you will have a
one-year tour of duty before being returned to stasis."

It was all coming back to her.  She was part of the pre-planet team
for Stellar Probe Twenty-Seven. Crew were rotated in and out of stasis
on a one-year basis. Scientists once every four years. The pre-planet
team was to be brought out only when approaching what might be a solar
system with an inhabitable planet.  If she and the rest of the team
determined that it was a suitable planet, then the planet team would
be brought out, and finally the colonists themselves.

As her vision cleared and her eyes became accustomed to the light in
the room, Susan could see that there were two women standing before
her. The older of the two spoke. "Since this is your first time being
brought out of stasis, I think we need to explain to you that the
original program that was supposed to awaken crew from stasis did not
seem to be successful. Although the new mental stimulation routines
keep the mind active during stasis and prevent stagnation, they create
an artificial world that the mind thinks is real. Leaving that world
is interpreted as death, so it proved more difficult than expected to
break the mind out of the stasis world. The artificial intelligence of
the control computer finally determined that only by pulling someone
out of stasis in a moment where the mind was effectively not
functioning, could we reliably make the transfer. And there is only
one mental stimulation which will cause that."

The doctor smiled at Dr. Susan Anderson and said, "In other words, we
have to blow your mind with a tremendous orgasm so the computer can
disconnect you from stasis reality. While your mind is effectively
blank, we can easily bring you back into the real world."

"Your transition took much longer than anticipated," said the other
woman. "Are you feeling any ill effects that you know of?"

"No," Susan answered, "I feel fine.  I should be ready for duty
tomorrow."

"That's good," said the doctor. She then added in a very clinical
voice, "We have discovered, that there is one lingering side effect of
the retrieval program, especially for certain women. However, the
ship's fabrication computers have been able to construct very
realistic duplicates of the stasis saddle cube, including 4D animation
of the village square and crowd. The music that the band plays can
even be selected. You can reserve one for use during your free time
after you have been out of stasis for a full week."

Something in Susan's face must have betrayed something, because the
younger of the two medics laughed and said, "No more than once a week.
Those things can be very addictive." She laughed again and added, "And
that is not just a medical opinion."

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END OF STORY
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Published eBooks by Wayne Mitchell (The Technician}
Senior Project  http://www.a1adultebooks.com/book.htm?pr=7753
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