“The Light Green Glow”
by Wolfie
Ó 2003 Unlimited distribution encouraged for the enjoyment of fellow enemates providing that all copies include author & copyright info and this message.
I’ve been intrigued by science fiction and the imaginary hardware that
goes along with it ever since I saw my first episode of Star Trek.
That’s the original TV show I’m talking about. My interest got even stronger as
computers became first, affordable and then exponentially more powerful. And, I
kept watching Star Trek and enjoying most of it’s various iterations.
I also got some computer and laser equipment and started fooling around
with trying to create a holodeck. I knew I could never recreate the one on the
show, but I did get a pretty decent 3-D hologram of Jadzia Dax to appear in the
middle of my workroom. Now, regardless of what they tell you about the Doctor
on Voyager, a hologram is not a solid object. It’s only a result of the
interaction of two or more beams of laser light. So, I could look at Dax, but
there was nothing to touch. Damn the bad luck.
But, I kept playing with my computers, and eventually got to the point
where I could use voice recognition software to load various images into the holographic
controller. That was progress, so I decided to add a little more computer power
to the system. I soon found that I wasn’t going to find exactly what I wanted
at the local PC store, and not even on the Net. So, I started frequenting
military surplus auctions.
At an auction at Dyess AFB one day, I saw a quite complex computer
system mounted in a large free-standing rack. It was described only as an
“environmental control system” and the opening bid was twenty-five bucks. I
ended up with it for sixty-three dollars, loaded it in the bed of my ’56 Willys
pickup and headed home. I unloaded it and as I was muscling it into the
workroom, I hoped that at least some of the components would be usable. You
never know about the military stuff.
Once inside, I decided to plug it in and see if it would even light up.
As I opened the back door of the rack, a plastic bag containing a manual fell
to the floor. I grabbed it up with one hand and got the power cord with the
other. Plugging the cord into the wall, I flipped on the main power switch on
the front of the unit and sat down to check out the manual.
There were a few of the usual computer type beeps and bleats as the
system powered up, checked for its silicon brains and found them. I tore open
the plastic bag and leaned back to scan the book. A particularly
attention-getting series of tones from the computer caused me to glance toward
it and the message on the small CRT display screen caught my eye.
System
Status – OK
“This ought to be fun,” I chuckled to myself. “What’s it gonna
do, turn down the air conditioner?”
I opened the manual and as I thumbed through the first few pages
a paragraph caught my eye. It was in bold type and indented on both sides, the
way manuals are when they’re trying to get your attention.
PERSONNEL SAFETY WARNING!
In order to assure that personnel involved in “Project Environment” are not killed or seriously injured during operation of this equipment, it is imperative that the target environmental coordinates be verified as a Class 1 Safe Location prior to system engagement.
As I tried to figure out what the hell that meant, another strident series of beeps came from the computer rack. A bit rattled by the paragraph in the manual, I looked once more at the CRT, and what I saw didn’t have a calming effect on my state of mind.
Phase 1
Environmental Adjustment – Complete
Loading Target
Environment Coordinates (Loc 2A) – Complete
Auto Sequencer – ON
Coordinate Lock –
FINAL
Environmental
Adjustment Procedure – STARTING
Environmental
Adjustment – COMPLETE
System Engagement
(Auto Sequence) -- COMPLETE
Auto Return in 60:00.00 minutes
I dropped the manual and dove from my chair, my body a missile aimed at the main power switch on the rack. But I was too late. A light green glow permeated my workroom and the pace of life slowed to a crawl. I was almost motionless in the air, parallel with the floor and I wasn’t falling. I felt weak, no strength at all as my body slowly lowered to the floor. The brightness of the green glow intensified, and the room seemed to waver and go out of focus. Then everything got black.
I opened my eyes to the touch of a cool hand on my naked chest. Naked chest? What the fuck? And where the hell was I? Something wasn’t right. I closed my eyes again, and explored my physical sensations. First off, good news. I wasn’t injured in any way. I was, however, restrained. It felt like some kind of medical examining table. There was a strap across my chest, my wrists were restrained in some kind of fur-lined cuffs, and my ankles were strapped in to a pair of stirrups. What the hell had I gotten myself into?
“I saw you open your eyes once. You can do it again. You are in no danger, you have my word.” I heard the words, but not in my ears. I heard them inside my head. The voice sounded just like a gal from Chattanooga I’d dated for a while once. We’d parted friends, maybe it was her. I opened my eyes. It wasn’t her.
I was in a room that seemed to stretch on forever, but it was cozy. The walls of the room were more perceived than seen. I just couldn’t discern where they really were, but I knew they existed. The face leaning over me was that of a female humanoid. She definitely wasn’t from Earth, but she was attractive. Very attractive. In fact, she bore a distinct resemblance to the young Lauren Bacall. But, her skin had a distinct light violet cast. Then I heard her voice again inside my head.
“I would like to communicate with you. What aural frequency do you require?”
Could I talk to her? I gave it a shot. “I can hear from about 20 hertz to about 20 kilohertz.” I hoped she understood Texan because that’s all I speak. “The human vocal range is from about 300 to 3000 hertz.”
Immediately I heard her reply. In my ears this time.
“You must be the same species as the other visitors we have had. I must examine you, but I will not harm you. In fact, you may even find it pleasurable. Please relax and do not resist.”
The line “Resistance is futile” flashed through my mind, but only for a moment. Her hand reached between my legs and I felt something cold, hard, and slippery at my ass.
“I must determine the core temperature of your life form unit.” The Tennessee accent coming from a violet colored female was still a bit disconcerting, but I was getting used to it. Why was I getting used to it?
The thermometer (is that what they called it?) slipped into me easily. It seemed to be more sexually stimulating than ever before and I wondered what was responsible for the increased sensitivity. I’m definitely anally erotic, but I’d never gotten so hard so quick just from a simple thermometer. It looked like an “Earth” thermometer, but it was larger in diameter (about three-quarters of an inch) and about nine inches long. She wanted my “core temperature?” That was probably long enough to find it!
She spun it deftly between her fingers and slid it ever deeper into me. I gasped as the sexual stimulation became almost overpowering and I felt like I was going to come. She sensed my arousal, and immediately her slender violet-hued fingers pressed strongly at the base of my cock, and the motion of the thermometer ceased. The spasm passed and she resumed the motion of the instrument within me, but she maintained the pressure of her fingers on my cock. It was a strange sensation, the sexual excitement was continuously building. Like I was building up to an orgasm, but I somehow knew that I wasn’t going to come yet. It just kept feeling better and better.
Then, releasing the pressure on my cock, she eased the thermometer from me, noted the reading, and spoke once again.
“Your core temperature is within tolerance, but now I must administer an internal cleaning. I believe that your species call it an enema.”
“Yes,” I said. “Yes, that’s what we call it.” My mind was racing. For some strange reason, I wasn’t in the least apprehensive. She’d said she wouldn’t hurt me and I believed her. What, I thought, are the odds? I go to a military surplus auction and get an intergalactic enema machine. Karen ain’t gonna believe this.
Once again I felt something at the entrance to my exit, and I relaxed my sphincter and let it in. It was her finger. God, what a sensation! I was lying somewhere, I didn’t know where and a violet female space alien had her finger up my ass. What a fucking trip!
The tip of her finger brushed my prostate as she withdrew from me, and I registered that sensation as more intense than usual as well. Almost immediately, I felt the tip of an enema nozzle at my portal and it penetrated me easily. It felt identical to the Black Bullet I have at home, and I got a fleeting mental picture of “The Collector” going ‘airlock to airlock’ in intergalactic space selling aluminum enema nozzles. Then the picture was gone and my body gave itself to the sensation of being filled with warm liquid. I say “liquid” not “water,” because it felt better than water ever has. The feeling was more intense, more all-encompassing. It embraced me and overcame me. I gave myself up to it. It was a continuous orgasm, but I hadn’t ejaculated yet.
“I’m going to remove the infusion device now,” her voice added to the intensity. “You may evacuate and then I’ll begin the next phase of your cleaning.”
She eased the nozzle from me and I got a glimpse of it. It really was a Black Bullet. Leastwise, it looked exactly like one. The warm water rushed from me, seemingly quicker (and certainly more intense) than ever before. Wherever I was, all physical sensations were intensified. At least the pleasurable ones. I’d felt no discomfort at all since this started and I didn’t want to. If pain was magnified as pleasure was, things could get ugly real quick.
“What is your name?” I had to know.
“The closest equivalent in your language would be Magda,” she replied with a smile. I was past the violet thing. She was beautiful. Especially when she smiled.
“So, Magda, what’s next?” I was feeling pretty good now. I didn’t know if I was really on another planet, or in a spaceship somewhere, or just having some kind of hallucinogenic experience induced by the computer system. Whatever it was, it felt really good and I wasn’t going to stop it. Even if I could have.
“Now,” she said. “I will insert this and allow the water to flow into you as you relax and let it out.”
Well, at least it was water. I guess that’s a constant everywhere. As I looked at the tube she was holding up, I though how much bigger it was then the one at home. Karen and I have a 30 inch colon tube. A 32 French. It’s about seven-sixteenths of an inch or so in diameter. The one Magda was holding was at least a half inch in diameter. If not a bit more. My mind reached for the conversion table. That would be at least a 38 French, maybe a 40.
Magda’s slender, and very long, finger slipped into me once again, lubricating me for the insertion of the tube. She teased my prostate and then another finger joined the first one. Then a third.
“I want you to relax your anus, because as I insert the tube and let the water flow into you, you will let it flow from you without attempting to retain it. Do you understand?” she asked.
“No problem. I do that at home all the time,” I answered.
Her eyes widened. Evidently that particular reaction is standard issue among humanoids everywhere. “You perform this procedure regularly?” she asked.
“Every chance I get,” I grinned. This was getting to be fun. “Sometimes my girlfriend and I give them to each other, and sometimes we just go solo.”
Her eyes, they were violet too, widened again as she asked, “Why do you do this?”
“For fun,” I responded. “Because it feels good and makes sex more intense.”
“You enjoy this, then?” she inquired.
“Oh, yeah.” I chuckled involuntarily. “Carry on.”
And she did. Her fingers slid from my ass, once again caressing my prostate, and were replaced by the tip of the colon tube. The insertion was quick, but somehow gentle and the water began to flow immediately.
I relaxed. Not only my sphincter, but my entire body and let the intensity overtake me. I felt the slight tug as the tip of the tube eased through the turn from my rectum to my colon. Then the water flow increased and seemed to get warmer. I felt the orgasmic sensation intensify once again, and again Magda’s fingers pressed against the base of my cock. It was like putting a limiter on an audio signal. It restrained the peak, but allowed the sensation to increase without me coming so soon. The hot water was flowing from my open asshole as Magda slid the tube ever deeper into my depths. Occasionally, she would stop and pull it back about three inches or so, and then resume the insertion. Each time that happened, my body convulsed with an orgasm more intense than any I’ve ever had. But I didn’t ejaculate. Magda was somehow allowing me to enjoy the orgasmic sensation, but was inhibiting my ejaculation. I began to wonder if she was going to let me ejaculate and, if she did, would I survive it? Or would I die of ecstasy? There are worse ways to go, I’m sure.
Magda’s slender hand slid the tube deeper into me. Deeper than I’d ever been penetrated before. The tube at the house is a 30-incher, and this one (I hadn’t seen all of it) was way deeper than that. I know what 30 inches feels like. I take that all the time. This felt like at least a foot longer. Another non-ejaculative orgasm tore through my body, and when I opened my eyes Magda was smiling.
“All of the tubing is now inside you,” she informed me. “Now I . . .”
“How long is it?” I interrupted her, but I had to know.
“It is one and one half of your metres,” she answered.
“Four and a half feet roughly. A little more.” I did the conversion aloud. “That’s half again as much as I’ve ever had in me before.”
“Do you enjoy it?” Her look told me that she hoped I did.
“Immensely,” I told her. And I meant it. “You’ve given me the most intense sexual sensations I’ve ever had. I’m just wondering what it will feel like if you decide to let me ejaculate.”
“Ejaculate?” Her brow furrowed. Another common reaction between our species.
“Yeah, when I can’t hold it any longer and semen squirts from my cock.” I gestured with a restrained hand toward my throbbingly erect member.
“Oh, I understand. What is also called coming?” she asked.
“You’ve met humans before haven’t you?”, I asked as the water flowed from me.
“Yes, I have,” she confirmed. “One two occasions. But they did not enjoy this examination as you do. They kept asking me only to make them come.”
“Did you?” I had to know.
“No, because they did not enjoy the examination,” she grinned. “But since you enjoy it, I will make you come if you want me to. But now, because all of the tube is within you, I will increase the flow of the water and raise the temperature. You will find that the feelings will be more intense.”
“If they get much more intense, Darlin’,” the Texasism just slipped out, “I don’t know how much longer you can keep me from coming.”
“I can keep you from, uh, ejaculating, as long as I desire.” She smiled without malice. It was a simple statement of fact. And, to me, an indication of just how helpless I really was. But I was loving the hell out of this situation. Damn, it felt good!
The flow of the water increased as the temperature went up and, once again, the orgasm that was imminent threatened to erupt. I closed my eyes as the spasm swept my body – without ejaculating again – and Magda’s soft voice caressed my ears.
“Look at me.”
I opened my eyes and saw Magda standing nude before me. What a magnificent body! She was slender, with flaring hips and probably the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen. Not large, but so perfectly shaped, and with nipples which just begged to be sucked. Her hairless mound, not shaved, but naturally hairless, drew my eyes to small labia between slender, but wonderfully sculpted thighs. There was a space between her thighs of about an inch and a half. That space is one of the most exciting things about a woman to me. I love it.
In short, I was looking at a beautiful woman with a magnificent body. Her pussy looked just like a human pussy. And I was definitely used to the purple by now. I wouldn’t have thought that my cock could get any harder, but it did. And my sensations strengthened. Never have I felt such sexual intensity without having ejaculated. What the fuck was going to happen?
She stepped closer to me and released the strap confining my left wrist. Then she leaned over me to undo the right restraint. Her bullet-hard nipple brushed against my chest and I felt her heat.
“Touch me.”
My hands, seemingly not a part of me, reached out for her as she leaned in to be caressed. Her breasts fell naturally into my hands and her sharp intake of breath told me that she too was excited.
I ran my hands down her flanks and like a Formula 1 car they hugged the turns of her flaring hips. The heat of excitement radiated from her as I explored the curves of her fantastic violet body. Her left hand reached between my legs and she stroked the tube within me. Fucking my ass with the long, wide, welcome intruder. The repeating dry orgasms continued, unbelievably gaining intensity.
The water flow increased again, along with a slight temperature gain as she manipulated a control along the edge of the table. Then she stepped on a short stool I hadn’t noticed before, and lithely straddled me. Her slender violet fingers circled my cock as she guided it unerringly into herself.
My cockhead separated her cuntlips as she eased her body onto mine. Her heat, more than I’ve ever felt, enveloped me as her cunt slowly surrounded my throbbing dick. She was slick, so incredibly slick and slippery. I could feel her juices wetting my cock, lubricating our passion, as her muscles gripped me.
Pressing her smooth mound hard against me, she began to squeeze my cock with the muscular rings of her pussy. In undulating waves of her cunt, she milked my cock, increasing the orgasmic feeling, bringing me closer, ever closer to a point where I didn’t think that even she could prevent my ejaculation.
My hands caressed her body and I drew her down to me. Her breasts pressed into my chest, her nipples hot and hard, as I found her lips with mine. Her lips parted at the touch of my questing tongue and I felt her tongue searching for mine. I let her find it. Once again I marveled at the searing heat of her and then all was forgotten as the intensity overcame us both and her tight, hot cunt sucked the come from my body.
My ejaculation formed deep within me, fueled by the sensation of the hot water injected deep into me and then flowing from me. It gathered strength like a tropical hurricane over a warm ocean, forcing itself to the surface, forcing it’s way through my balls and erupting from my cock deep within Magda’s hot, tight, squeezing, caressing pussy.
I shot my load deep into her, my hands on her hips, holding her cunt down over me, thrusting violently up into her pussy. I felt her tits hard against my chest, her lips against mine and her tongue wildly dueling with mine. Her cunt squeezed me, milking the come from me and her juices cascaded around my cock and pooled with mine.
After a final convulsion from each of us, she collapsed onto me. Both of us were gasping for air and drenched in sweat. She teasingly squeezed my cock with her cunt and gave my tongue a gentle caress with hers.
Then raising herself on her arms, she looked into my eyes. “What is your name?”
“It’s Sean, but everybody calls me Wolfie,” I answered.
“What is your girlfriend’s name, Wolfie?” she asked.
“Karen. Why?”
“Because I would like to meet her. You have told me that she too enjoys the enema. And that you give them to each other. I would like to see this, and to see if she would enjoy it if I gave it to her,” she answered sincerely.
“I’m sure she would Magda,” I told her. “She enjoys sex with other women and you are very beautiful. I’m positive she would enjoy it with you.”
“Can you bring her here with you?”
“I don’t know. I bought a machine and I’m not even sure how it works. But it got me here. I don’t even know if it will get me back to Earth,” I answered. “But I will certainly try. By the way, where am I? Where is this?”
“You are on a ship orbiting the planet . . .”
Her voice faded as the light green glow enveloped the room and I only vaguely felt her pussy easing from my cock and the tube easing from my ass. Then everything went black again.
Fully dressed and weak as a kitten, I lay on the floor of my workroom. I opened my eyes and as the light touched my retinas the first thing I saw was the CRT display on the Environmental Adjustment Unit –
Environmental
Adjustment Routine Completed (Loc 2A)
Auto Return –
Successful
RUN AGAIN?
1>
Yes
2>
No
3>
End
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