Part 60

Kyle opened his eyes to a perfect view of the sky. He was on his back, and the silent explosion of color rolled slowly past his eyes as his thoughts tried to assemble themselves.

He blinked.

The first shreds of memory returned. He was Kyle. He was... trapped somewhere. A maze? There were other people with him. And there were... things. He remembered these as statements of fact rather than true recollection. It all SEEMED familiar... and true... but he couldn't summon any particular memory. Had someone told him these things? If so... who?

Brad?

"...mmmnnn"

Kyle wasn't trying to speak; merely testing the equipment to see if it still worked. Apparently it did not. Not yet.

"nnnng."

Kyle sat up. The world spun around him, and he found himself on his back again, staring at the sky.

He blinked again, and waited a minute before trying anything.

"Brad?" he said, weakly.

Something moved. Something that had been close... yet unnoticed... darted out of site. He considered sitting up again.

The world spun when he moved, but he pushed through it until he was swaying unsteadily on his feet. He waited, afraid to move lest he fall again. Dizziness abated slowly, and his thoughts began to assemble themselves into something that resembled a logical order. He could almost remember things now.

He looked around.

He was in a courtyard. There were multiple passages leading away. Some seemed familiar. No was particularly inviting. In its center was a fountain; naked women carved from stone poured water into a wide basin formed by a low stone wall.

The sight of it made him thirsty, but there was something...

Had he been here before?

Yes, of course! This is where-

"Oh shit!"

Kyle turned away from the fountain and eyed the corridors leading out of the courtyard. Most of them looked identical. If he couldn't figure out which one they'd taken before, he'd pick one at random. But he couldn't stay HERE; that much was certain.

Not here.

Not alone.

"Fuck it" Kyle said, picking the closest exit.

And then SHE appeared.

Naked and stunning and... and NAKED... she drifted out of the corridor that Kyle was about to take, as if she'd been waiting for him to make his decision. When he saw her, all thoughts of flight dwindled to distant specks... unnoticeable amid the surge of awe and carnal urges.

She was perfect. Perfectly perfect. A stunningly beautiful face perched atop a body that put every coed, every model, every porn star to shame. Every girl he'd ever had... every one he'd ever SEEN, with or without clothing, was hideous in comparison. Kyle wasn't picky; normally he took whatever opportunity brought to him...

... but this... this...

"...whoa..." he said. His lips formed more words, but his breath refused to cooperate.

The goddess swept toward him, seeming to float over the rough stone. The air fluttered around her as she swallowed the space between them. An instant later, she was within arm's reach.

Kyle reached for her-

-his arm hesitated... trembled... then fell back to his side.

"Uhh... s-sorry, I-" Again, breath failed him. His eyes traced the curves of her face. Her lips. Her neck. Her breasts, each topped by an ABSOLUTELY perfect nipple.

He licked his lips.

She licked his lips, too... leaning forward and running the black tube of her tongue along the same path his had taken.

"-Huh?" he said, recoiling.... realizing....

The black tongue slipped between his lips as several simultaneous jolts of pain exploded across his body. Shocked and suddenly weak, Kyle fell-

-slowly... floating backward in the grip of invisible appendages. Something that wasn't a hand stroked his chest, and shred of clothing fell away. The tickling, ripping non-fingers eased lower as the beauty pressed herself against him... onto him...

..into him...