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As I watched the other men move the fabric would ride with them. The fabric looked like felt but was soft and fluid like liquid silk. The beds or slabs or whatever they were, I had never seen before either. I could slip my finger beneath it but not extend it or stretch it to slip past my pelvis or over my rib cage. I had never seen such a substance and despite holding me firmly the material was as light and soft as Indian cotton while looking like a slightly flattened garden hose. The rings were as thin as a pencil and felt as strong as steel.
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No, not quite nude as around everyone's waist was a metallic looking ring, which seemed to hug the skin holding each of us to a green form fitting mattress.
It was a quick deduction and glance down my own body to realize I too was completely nude. All were strikingly fit, tanned and most disturbingly of all, every one of them was naked. Squinting, I could tell I was in some form of room with numerous other men. The entire roof section had been lifted and peeled back like the convertible roof on a nice car. The glare was tremendous and I realized quickly that the flash of lightening had in fact been exposure from complete darkness to a bright sunny day. I felt the temperature rise and finding the courage from curiosity I tried opening my eyes again. The collected moans of tortured anxiety were dissolving into a comforted waiting coo, it seemed to me very unusual for men to make such a noise on mass? Meanwhile the gentle hissing had become more prominent and was more of a feminine 'ssshhhh ssshhhh' sound, that a mother might use to placate a child or a girlfriend. Within the throbs of my agonies, which were beginning to lighten, I registered the murmurings ease. From complete darkness my eyes were burnt and I could do nothing but recoil and cry out in pain.
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Suddenly there was a loud crack and what looked like a streak of lightening across the sky. What the hell was going on? I was extremely confused. While there were no definitive words, these were the impressions I was getting from the tone of the moans, so to speak. This isn't easy to describe however the moans and whimper type noises seemed to be anticipating something big and enjoyable, while also encompassing great anguish. If my hearing wasn't failing me, they sounded like they were in a state of both bliss and distress at the same time. Then, to my horror came the murmur of other voices around me - male voices. It was like the sound of air being released from a car tire only softer. If I thought my awakening was unusual, then the next few moments would test the capacity of my reasoning.Īt first there was the noises.
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I could not actually remember the evening before at all. For a start I couldn't remember going out. there was enough to suggest that this was something entirely different. Though there were strong similarities to good nights, bad hangover. Where am I, and what the hell have I been up to, were the foremost questions on my mind. Laying comfortably on my back there was a smooth but rigid ring, which felt like a soft steel band made to fit my waist. I hoped I was at home but this did not feel like my bed and strangely my movement was restricted. Wherever I was, it was not light yet and I couldn't see anything through a blanket of black. My head ached, my whole body ached in fact, right down to the bones. Upon regaining consciousness it seemed I had woken from quite a night to remember.