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Subject: {ASSM} Memories (MF Rom ScFi oral anal cons) by Sagittaria (*)
Date: Thu,  4 Oct 2001 12:10:02 -0400
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   This is my first story -- please let me know what you think!

   Memories

   CHAPTER 1

   Annie & James looked around at the place of captivity to which they had
been brought.  Hardly a cell, it was instead a luxury apartment with all
the furnishings: plush carpet, leather sofa, big-screen TV (although,
flipping the channels, they'd found that everything on was something one or
both of them had seen before).  Fine art, mostly landscapes, hung on the
walls, and the single bedroom contained a beautiful king-sized four poster
bed.  The bathroom included a 4-person jacuzzi as well as the usual
fixtures.  The kitchen was the most fantastic part.  There were no
refrigerator, stove, sink, or dishwasher -- instead there was a single unit
which they'd discovered could create any kind of food one of them could
think about, just like in science fiction.  It had a disposal slot
underneath for dishes and trash.  The one thing this apartment didn't have
was a link to the outside world.  No telephone, no newspaper, not even a
window or a door broke the highceilinged walls.  And they hadn't seen a
single person since being deposited here three days before.

   As he soaked in the jacuzzi, James reflected back on what had happened
so far.  He had first seen Annie earlier that year, at the grocery store of
all places, and was instantly attracted to her, but didn't have the nerve
to speak.  He watched her move through the store, and when she got in the
checkout line, he cut short his shopping and got in line behind her. 
Still, he could not bring himself to say hello or ask her name.  She paid
for her groceries and turned to leave, and James opened his mouth knowing
it was his last chance to meet this charming woman, but still no sound came
out.  He paid for his groceries and glumly left the store.  As he was
putting the bags in his car, he heard a voice behind him.

   "Do you need a hand with that?"

   Turning around, he was shocked to see the woman standing next to him! 
"Uh, no ...  Uh, do you ...  are you ..."

   She giggled at his fumbling for words.  "I felt your eyes burning into
me the whole time we were in line together.  I couldn't leave without
finding out what you wanted to say.  I'm Annie, by the way." She extended
her hand.

   He shook it.  "James," he replied.  "I'm sorry if I made you feel
uncomfortable in there.  It's just not often that one sees such an
enchanting woman grocery shopping.  Annie, can I ask you out to dinner
tonight?"

   She had accepted, beginning a wonderful relationship that had lasted for
4 months so far.  The chemistry between them was incredible, but James
wanted to take it slowly to avoid spoiling a good thing, so it was only in
the last month that they'd begun to have sex.  It was everything they'd
known it would be, in those months of waiting, and now they typically had
dinner at one or the other's apartment so they could go right into the
bedroom afterwards.

   They had been at Annie's place when the Strange Thing happened.  After a
dinner of takeout Chinese food (and some teasing about using chopsticks in
places they were never meant to be used), Annie led James into the bedroom.
They lay on the bed, and she told him to unbutton his shirt, then she undid
his pants and slid them down over his hips, followed by his underwear. 
James was already fully erect in anticipation, and Annie took a moment to
admire his perfectly shaped organ, then bent over and covered it with her
mouth.  James moaned and fell back, leaving his last shirt button still
closed.  Annie reached up and unbuttoned it, then ran her hands over James'
chest while continuing to make love to him with her mouth.  James reached
down to caress Annie's hair, saying "I love you" over and over.  Just when
he thought he could take no more, Annie stopped.  The warmth of her mouth
was gone, but was quickly replaced by other warmth as she moved up his body
and then sank down on his penis.  She exclaimed with joy as it filled her
completely, then began moving, back and forth, up and down.  James reached
up to stroke Annie's breasts, and she bent over so that he could take them
into his mouth, then straightened up again to feel the entire length of him
inside her.  James looked at Annie's face, her head thrown back, eyes
closed, and mouth open, and knew she was close.  He worked his hand in
between their bodies, only slightly awkward at this angle, and began to
circle her clitoris with his fingertips.  She gasped and began to grind
harder against his hand, increasing their genital contact with the same
motion, and James knew he wouldn't last much longer.  He began to move his
hand faster, careful to increase the speed but not the pressure, and just
seconds later he heard Annie cry out and felt the rhythmic squeezing that
let him know she had peaked.  This was too much for him, and he grabbed her
hips, thrust up into her deeply, and joined her in his own orgasm.

   Afterwards, they lay in bed kissing and gently caressing each other. 
About a week ago they'd begun to discuss moving in together, and tonight
they returned to that subject.

   "We don't live that far apart," James commented.  "After all, we shop at
the same grocery store!  But it does seem foolish to keep paying rent on
two places when we're always together at one or the other."

   Annie agreed.  "Your place is just as big as mine, and we pay almost the
same amount in rent.  How should we decide which one to keep?  I know! 
Let's flip a coin." She laughed.

   James laughed with her, then looked around Annie's bedroom.  She had a
large collection of artwork, and had placed it skillfully to enhance every
room.  "You know, you've decorated this apartment so beautifully that it
would be a crime to take it all down.  Why don't I move in with you here?"

   Annie gave James a big hug.  "Do you mean it?  Oh, that's wonderful! 
When can you move in?  I'll help you pack up.  Oh, what if there's not room
for both of our things?" She chattered excitedly until James silenced her
with a long kiss.

   That's when it had happened.  One moment they were naked in Annie's bed,
and the next moment they were in this apartment, fully clothed, with no
sign of where they were or how they had gotten there.

   CHAPTER 2

   Annie wandered around the apartment, frightened, but she couldn't help
admiring the artwork on the walls.  She recognized each piece, most of them
only from books she had read.  They were certainly fine reproductions. 
They were indistinguishable from the originals, although of course that was
impossible.  Still, whoever had brought them here had good taste in art.

   They'd been terrified when they first arrived at the apartment.  They
spent the first night huddled together on the bed, afraid to take their
clothes off or even to speak much.  In the morning they had cautiously
explored the apartment, looking for some clue or a way out.  Nothing had
presented itself, so now they had no choice but to wait for something else
to happen.  They watched the big-screen TV, quickly discovering there was
no way to get news or current information, but only reruns of shows they
had seen before.  By the end of the first day, when no one had come to feed
them, they thought perhaps they had been left to starve; upon discovering
how the food synthesizer worked, they were relieved but even more
bewildered than before.  Had they been abducted by aliens?  Were they on a
spaceship?  Or were they perhaps dreaming?

   The second day, they had mostly watched TV and talked, sitting close
together on the couch.  They came up with and rejected theory after theory,
finally realizing yet again that they couldn't know what was happening
until whatever it was that had brought them here decided to let them know.
Toward midnight, they were flipping channels -- I Love Lucy, Charlie's
Angels, Casablanca, all of the old shows and movies they had watched --
when a porno movie caught Annie's eye.  She recognized it as the first one
she had ever seen, when some girlfriends had rented it for a friend's
bachelorette party.  She told James this, and they decided to watch for a
while.

   As the action on screen progressed, Annie found her hand moving toward
James' crotch.  Her ministrations, combined with the film, quickly had an
effect on him, and he reciprocated, reaching down inside her pants and
panties to arouse her with his fingers.  They watched like this for some
time, not wanting to miss any of the video, but then their excitement
overruled other considerations.  James began kissing Annie while removing
her clothes and his own.  Then he lay down on the floor and invited Annie
to straddle his face.  She eagerly complied, kneeling over his face so he
could lick her, and bent over to take him in her mouth also.  Annie really
loved this 69 position.  She knew James loved to perform oral sex on her,
and he was really good at it too!  She hoped she was giving him as much
pleasure with her mouth as he was giving her.  She tried to match him in
rhythm but as she neared orgasm, she found it harder to control her
movements and finally had to stop sucking him entirely, so she wouldn't
lose control and bite him!  She continued to stroke his penis with her
hands as she writhed around on his willing face and reached a blissful
climax.

   When she had recovered, Annie lay down next to James on the floor,
gently caressing his still-erect organ.  "I'm embarrassed," she said.  "I
wasn't able to continue when it started feeling so good."

   "That's okay," said James, kissing her.  "I love giving you pleasure."

   "James?" Annie began, hesitantly.  "I'd like to do something with you
that I've never done before.  I'd like you to ...  go into my backdoor, so
to speak.  Would you like to do that?"

   "Oh, Annie," James breathed.  "I've never done that before either, but I
think it would be something special for us to share.  I'd love to try it
with you."

   They noticed the porn video had long since ended and now an episode of
Seinfeld was on, but neither one cared.  James switched off the TV while
Annie knelt on the floor, leaning onto the couch.  "We don't have any
lubricant," he said, then thought of something.  He walked over to the food
synthesizer and asked for a cup of vegetable oil, which promptly appeared.
James took the cup and put it on the floor, then knelt behind Annie.  "Are
you sure about this?" he asked?

   "Oh, yes," Annie replied.  "I can hardly wait.  I love you, James!"

   He put his arms around her from behind, giving her a long hug and taking
a moment to squeeze her nipples.  Then he bent her over further and spread
her lovely cheeks.  Annie wasn't sure what to expect, but then she felt
James licking her, occasionally moving down toward her vulva but
concentrating on her puckered anus.  "Oh!" she cried in surprise.  "That's
just ...  oh!" She enjoyed the sensation for some time, wishing she could
reach James' penis but settled for fondling her own breasts instead.  Then
James dipped his finger in the oil and gently inserted it in her backside,
continuing to lick all around.  It was a strange feeling, but she liked it,
as he moved his finger gently in and out.  She began to push backwards to
draw his finger in further.  He carefully added a second finger, pouring on
a bit of the oil for extra lubrication.  Annie felt really stretched out
now, but loved the odd new feeling.  "James, this is really good," she told
him.

   He asked, "Are you ready for more?"

   "Yes," she said, confident now that it would be pleasurable.  He removed
his fingers, and Annie turned around to see him smearing oil all over his
penis.  She gave him a long kiss, then turned around again, trembling with
anticipation.  She felt him begin to press the head of his penis against
her tiny hole.  Oh, it felt good, all slippery and nice, but much bigger
than a finger!  "Oh!  Oh, stop," she cried as the head went in completely.

   "Does it hurt?" James asked worriedly?  "We don't have to do this."

   "No, it's okay," Annie said, "I just need a minute to get used to it. 
Oh, there, it's feeling nice again.  Keep going in really slowly, and stop
a lot to give me time to get used to it."

   James did so, frequently asking Annie if she was okay, and after about
five minutes was completely buried inside Annie's behind.  Annie had never
felt so stretched out before, but the feeling was exquisite.  She was very
close to orgasm by the time he was completely inside her, and she suspected
James was too from the way he was breathing.  No doubt it was very tight.
She told him she was comfortable and he could begin moving in and out.  As
he began moving very slowly, the feeling inside Annie grew.  She started
thrusting backwards to meet each stroke and feel him deep inside her.  She
squeezed her nipples with one hand and reached down to her clitoris with
the other, and it wasn't long before she had her second orgasm of the
night. James could feel her muscles contract, almost painfully tight where
he was, and let his own orgasm overtake him at the same time.  "Oh, my god!
Annie!  That was incredible," he said as he slipped out of her.  She
agreed, and turned around and held him tightly.  They cleaned up in the
jacuzzi and then went to bed, tired and happy.

   CHAPTER 3

   In the morning, James awoke first and looked down at Annie, sleeping
peacefully.  "God, I love this woman," he thought.  Last night had been the
most intense experience of his life, and already his loins were stirring
again as he looked at her.  He kissed her, but then decided to let her
sleep as he got up and watched TV.

   Annie came out about an hour later.  She smiled as she sat next to
James, snuggling against him on the couch.  "What's on?" she asked.

   "Reruns," James said dryly.

   Annie laughed, then said, "Let's have breakfast." She walked over to the
synthesizer and ordered two omelettes.  Only one came out of the machine,
so James came over and ordered his own, which then appeared.  "Odd," Annie
commented, and then they settled down to eat.

   When they finished eating, James looked around.  "There isn't anything
to do here except eat and watch TV.  We're going to get fat, I'm afraid."

   Annie said, "I'm sure we can find some way to exercise," and then
blushed as James laughed and she realized the double meaning of her
statement.  She shook her finger at him, saying, "You knew what I meant! 
I've seen exercise programs on TV, so why don't we see if we can find one?"

   James agreed and flipped channels for a while, but they couldn't find
any exercise shows.  "That's okay," he said.  "We will be careful how much
we eat, and we surely will get plenty of exercise somehow," and he winked
at Annie.  She blushed again and snuggled beside him on the couch.  They
sat and talked for most of the afternoon, about everything from their
childhoods to the situation they were in now, and then synthesized salads
for a light dinner.  James mused, "We're only assuming this stuff even has
calories.  It can't be real, appearing out of nowhere like that.  Maybe
we're only hallucinating, and really we're starving to death."

   "Stop it!" Annie shouted.  "We have no way to get out of here, so we
agreed to make the best of it, not go around scaring ourselves." She
started to cry.

   James came over and put his arms around her.  "I'm sorry, sweetheart,
you're right.  Whatever it was that brought us here would also be capable
of creating food, I guess.  We can't do anything to get out, so we need to
at least eat and keep up our strength." He wiped her tears away with his
thumbs.  "Come on, open the hanger," he said as he lifted a forkful of
salad to her mouth.

   Annie smiled and accepted the bite.  "I'm sorry too," she said after she
had swallowed.  "We do need to make the best of it, not get all weepy over
silly ideas.  I'm sure we'll find out soon why we're here."

   They finished eating, and since neither one of them wanted to watch any
more TV, they decided to soak in the jacuzzi for a while and then go to
bed. They were both still apprehensive about their situation and turned to
each other for comfort.  The kissing and caressing soon led to arousal for
both of them, and Annie scooted over to the middle of the king-sized bed
and held out her arms for James.  "I want you now," she said.

   James knelt between Annie's legs and entered her in the missionary
position.  He then settled his weight on his elbows and she wrapped her
arms and legs around him tightly.  They closed their eyes and made love
quietly, taking pleasure and comfort from each other.

   Suddenly, James felt ...  different in some imperceptible way.  He
opened his eyes, and was startled to see that the woman under him was no
longer Annie, but Teresa, the girlfriend who had taken his virginity in
high school.  As he watched, Teresa blurred into Crystal, then Debbie, then
Jill -- a succession of women James knew, some that he had made love with
and others he had not.  He watched the faces fly by faster and faster ...
Sally ...  Kris ...  MOM?!?  James closed his eyes again in shock.  When he
dared open them again, Annie was beneath him, her eyes closed and her face
contorted as she approached orgasm.  "Annie," James moaned, relieved beyond
belief to see her there again.  He must have been hallucinating, he
thought. Maybe they really were hallucinating everything about this place.
He began thrusting furiously into her to erase the demons from his mind. 
She reveled in it, her arms and legs gripping him tighter as they both
came. Exhausted both physically and mentally, James gave Annie a quick kiss
and then rolled over and went to sleep.

   In the morning, James and Annie were both quiet and irritable.  James
soaked in the jacuzzi, thinking about all that had happened up to this
point, while Annie walked around looking at the paintings on the walls and
then sat and watched TV.

   CHAPTER 4

   Annie was beginning to go stir crazy.  She turned off the TV, muttering
"damn reruns," then went over to the food synthesizer.  She thought for a
moment, then decided to ask for something new and exotic.  "Lobster
Thermidor." In an instant the dish was there, steaming split lobster
covered with cream sauce and browned melted cheese.  She picked it up and
threw it into the disposal under the unit.  "Peking duck." This too was
immediately served, crispy and piping hot.  Bitterly she said "It doesn't
take you 24 hours notice," then threw this dish too into the disposal.  She
thought for a moment, then pulled a name out of memory.  "Paella." Nothing
happened.  She hit the unit with her fist, and yelled again, "Paella, damn
you!" Still nothing.

   At that moment James came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped
around him.  His reminiscing had improved his mood somewhat.  "Hon, that
jacuzzi is incredible.  Want to join me in the bathroom?  We've never made
love in a jacuzzi before."

   Annie turned to him.  "James, I think I've stumped the damn thing!  I
asked for paella twice, and nothing happened!"

   "Really?  It doesn't know how to make paella?" James turned to the
machine, and said "Paella." Immediately the steaming dish appeared, full of
chorizos, chicken, shrimp, clams, rice, all of it.  James and Annie just
stared at each other.

   Annie threw the dish away, then turned to the machine again.  "Paella,"
she said.  Nothing happened.  "Paella.  Paella.  Paella!" In frustration,
she turned to James.  "You try it."

   "Paella," James said hesitantly, and a steaming dish appeared identical
to the last.  He looked at Annie, confused.  "Why will it appear for me but
not for you?"

   Annie turned to him, a thoughtful look on her face.  "James, have you
ever eaten paella?" she asked.

   "Yes, one summer when I was in college I toured Europe.  In Spain I
tried paella.  Why?"

   "I've never eaten it," Annie almost whispered.  She threw the dish away.
"Quick!  Ask the machine for something you've never tried.  Let's see, have
you had spanakopetes?  Cazuela?  Paschka?"

   James repeated Annie's last suggestion.  "Paschka," he said to the
machine.  Nothing happened.  "Paschka?  Pasch-ka?" Again, nothing.

   Annie stepped in front of him.  "Paschka," she said confidently.  The
dessert appeared just as she remembered it, sweetened cottage cheese with
pieces of fruit and nuts, served in a clay flowerpot just like her
grandmother used to make it.  She threw it away and started to tremble. 
"James, do you see what's going on here?  The machine can only make things
that we have eaten.  It's like it's getting the details from our minds!"

   James thought about that.  "The TV..." he said slowly.  "That explains
why the shows are always reruns.  It can only play something it gets from
one of us."

   "And the artwork!" Annie cried.  "That's why every piece is familiar to
me." They clung to each other, wondering what was going on.

   Annie led James to the couch, where she sat sideways, facing him, and
held his hand.  "James?" she began, but didn't go on.

   "Yes, Annie?  What is it?"

   "James ...  when we made love last night ...  was there anything ... 
well, anything unusual at all?"

   "Uh oh," James thought.  Had he said someone else's name while he was
hallucinating?  Damn it, what was happening to them here?  Well, he'd
better come clean.  He told her what had happened, in his hallucinations.

   Annie trembled and looked at him very seriously.  "James, I saw the same
thing.  All the men I've ever known, whether I had made love with them or
not." She shuddered at some of the images she had seen.  "Don't you see
what's happening here?  Something is pulling the memories out of our minds,
using them to create food or TV shows, or make us see other people, and we
have no control over it!"

   "Damn it!" James shouted, angry and scared beyond belief.  "What can we
do?  We'll have to avoid making love -- I know neither one of us wants that
to happen again.  It's not fair!" he screamed at the walls.  "We have a
right to know what's happening to us!"

   CHAPTER 5

   "You are correct," a voice answered him at that moment.  James and Annie
could hear other voices whispering, but this one silenced them.  "My ... 
companions do not agree with me, but I have decided that you shall be
told."

   "Who are you?  What's going on?  Why have you brought us here?" James
and Annie shot question after question, but the voice silenced them as
well.

   "Patience!" It thundered.  "You shall be told all, but do not interrupt.
We are not aliens, as you once supposed, nor are you merely hallucinating.
We are humans like yourselves, from a time that is far in your future.  In
our society, men and women do not eat, sleep, or make love.  We are only
brain, merged completely with computers to keep us alive and allow us to
instantly communicate with anyone else in the world.  We are immortal!  And
because we have no physical needs, we do not fight one another or live in
fear of not having all that we need.  Our society is in perfect harmony. 
But for some of us, it is not enough.  My companions and I crave sensation.
We want to know the experience of having a body and all of the feelings
that go along with it.  So we created a device to snatch a couple from your
time and bring you here so that we can observe you.  As you eat, bathe,
make love, sleep, even feel anger or fear, we record every sensation."

   Annie blushed as she recalled some of the sensations these people had
felt from her, but realized that was unimportant now.  "May we ask
questions now?" she asked.

   "You may," the voice replied.

   "Why did you choose us?"

   "The machine was programmed to search for intense pleasurable feelings.
You must have been the happiest pair on earth at the moment you were
taken."

   Annie thought about this.  "We are not happy now, as you well know.  We
feel ...  frightened and violated."

   "We are aware of this.  We seek a broad spectrum of human sensation, so
your current feelings are of interest to us as well.  We can also relive
pleasurable feelings through your memories."

   This got James' attention.  "Speaking of memories, what the hell did you
do to us last night?"

   The voice actually sounded embarrassed.  "That was a mistake on our
part. As we accessed your memories of people in your past, we came too
close to the surface and impinged on your consciousness.  We will not let
it happen again."

   Annie started.  "So you're not just recording our feelings about food
and artwork and TV shows?  You're getting every single memory out of our
minds?"

   "Yes," the voice replied.  "We cannot possibly observe enough to satisfy
us during your regular activities, but by drawing on your memories as well,
we have a source of sensations which will last for years."

   At this Annie started sobbing.  James spoke for both of them.  "Years?
Do you plan to keep us here for years?"

   "You cannot return," the voice said.  "We've put all of our resources
into bringing you here, and we must get sufficient data to justify this
project so that it will be repeated.  You will live out your lives in this
place -- 40 or 50 more years, if my knowledge of your era is correct -- and
supply us with data continually."

   James was enraged.  "We can't live like this!  You have no right to do
this to us!  Damn it, we can't even go outside!  This place is a prison."

   The voice tried to placate him.  "We understand now that your current
conditions are somewhat confining.  Having no need of space for ourselves,
we did not realize how it would affect you.  Rest assured that we will
provide you with accommodations designed to your specifications, and
whatever belongings you wish to have.  It is in our best interest to please
you, so that we will receive more pleasurable sensations in return.  Speak,
and whatever you desire will be yours!"

   Annie continued sobbing.  "I just want to go home!  Isn't there any way
you can let us go?"

   James agreed.  "You're offering us paradise, but it requires giving up
our privacy, and all that we had -- our friends, family, our real lives,
damn it!  It isn't a fair trade.  You have to return us to our time!"

   "Please wait," the voice said, and James and Annie could hear the other
voices conferring.  Frequently one of the voices was raised in anger, but
they could not tell what was being said.  After what seemed like an
eternity, the voice returned.

   "I have conferred with the others," it said wearily, "and there would
only be one way you could be returned.  If we do not have you at hand to
access your memories, then we must take them all from you at once before we
return you.  This will be painful and may do lasting harm to your mind, or
even kill you.  You would then be returned with absolutely no memories of
anything in your lives.  Just think -- if you stay here, we will access
your memories without harming them in any way, and provide all that you
desire as well.  You will have perfect happiness!  I'm sure you would not
choose to be returned under these circumstances."

   Annie and James looked at each other, knowing they were thinking the
same thing.  If we return, we'll have no memories of our friends or family,
or of each other ...  we may not even survive ...  and here, we could have
everything we've ever wanted.  But no privacy ...  never a second of
privacy.  All of our deepest feelings would be exposed to this whole race
of "brains" for their enjoyment ...  it's just not worth it!

   "We want to go back," they said together.

   CHAPTER 6

   Police chief Chang greeted Officer Gordon as the latter ended his shift.
"Tell me more about those two you picked up earlier."

   Gordon shrugged.  "Damndest thing I ever saw, chief.  This man and
woman, buck naked, sitting in Golden Gate Park.  Didn't know where in the
hell they were, claimed they didn't even know who they were!  I took 'em to
the hospital.  The staff there tried to separate 'em, but they screamed
bloody murder!  Guess whoever they were, the only thing they knew was they
had to stay together.  Hospital finally decided to put 'em in the same
room."

   "Yea," said the chief, "that's about what I heard too.  Damn shame. 
Drugs, you think?  Well, fill out your report and have it on my desk in the
morning.  G'night."

   "Night, chief."

   CHAPTER 7

   In their hospital room, patients John Doe and Jane Roe looked at each
other and smiled.  Although they had no idea why, both were filled with an
overwhelming sense of peace.

   -- ---->Sagittaria<--- 

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