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Ascension

He was driving home after another long day's work. The sun had long since disappeared, replaced by a clear, star-studded sky, the full moon working its way into the heavens. The radio played the kind of relaxing instrumental tones that he enjoyed. Thick trees lined either side of the road, leaving a bitumen alleyway lit only by the headlights of his car and the dim light of the moon. Only very occasionally would that light be added to by an oncoming car, very few people travelled the road that late at night. The combination of the music and the regular passing of the road markings had him entranced, so entranced that he failed to notice a sudden, harsh brightening around his car. Only when the light became so intense that he had to squint did he break his trance. A quick look in his mirrors revealed no explanation for this intense light. His radio suddenly fell silent. As did his car engine, shutting down and bringing him to a quiet stop. He tried to restart the engine, to no avail. The harsh light was now accompanied by a low hum. His curiosity got the better of him and he stepped out of the car. His first instinct was to look up. In the final moment before he fell unconscious, all he saw was a ring of white light. He woke. It took a moment for him to regain his senses. The first thing he noticed was that the top of his head was encapsulated by a fluid-filled cap. It was sealed, so only his scalp felt wet, no liquid leaked down his face or neck. He was still wearing the same clothes he had been driving in. He half-sat, half-lay on a black-padded recliner-style seat. A light illuminated his spot from above, making it difficult to make out anything around him. But what he could see was a featureless, black metallic wall. He thought about trying to stand, but found the thought vanquished, as if pushed out of his mind by a mental hand. The hand then became a presence. It felt like something was caressing his brain, getting to know it. The fluid in the cap seemed to pulsate. (...Hello....) A word. It was inside is head but also seemed to come from all around him. He thought and spoke the same word, "Hello." Many questions began to form in his head. The fluid pulsed, the questions were pushed away. (...Those questions we cannot answer......But we mean you no harm.......We only wish to learn from you......And maybe you can learn from us....) An image began to form before him, and somehow also within his head. Slowly a cloud of energy metamorphosed into a stunning woman. She had long dark hair that seemed to reach into the ground. She had classically beautiful features. Large blue eyes, a soft nose and shapely lips. She was dressed in a black skin-tight body-suit of a material that sparkled like stars. Her body was his image of perfection. Slim but not thin. Breasts that pushed at her tight clothing, but were not outrageously large. Shapely hips, long athletic legs. (...We have used your thoughts to create an image that we thought would be comfortable and pleasing to you...) The thoughts that filled his mind indicated to them that they were very successful. But he still didn't know why he was here. Now the image of this woman spoke from in front of him. A sweet, melodious voice. "In our recent studies of your people we have developed a strong interest in your sexual behaviours. We have noticed that while your adult population are almost consumed constantly by the desire to have sex, you will not engage in it readily with eachother. Rather, you will engage in games of flirtation and seemingly illogical behaviour such as avoiding someone even though you share an attraction with them." He responded, "Well, sex that is too easy is considered meaningless. Often, the most passion comes with a sense of accomplishment, attaining what previously seemed unattainable." "We wish to study this further. In our exploration of your mind, we have found a form of recreation that is quite sexual in nature. We believe you call it 'Strip poker'. We wish to experience this with you." This was not an offer he could possibly refuse. He realised he had regained the movement of his body. The fluid cap remained with him as he stood, he had become used to its weight on his head. The chair vanished in a fog once he stood. An instant later a similar fog filled the room, eventually forming familiar but out-of-place objects in front of him: a circular felt-covered table with a chair either side. A fog also enveloped the woman, dissipating to reveal a change of clothes. She still wore black, but now it was an open-necked button-up shirt revealing a hint of a black bra underneath. Her sheer-stocking clad legs were almost entirely revealed except for a short black leather skirt. She also wore black high-heeled shoes. "We will begin," she said, and took the seat opposite him. He also sat. A deck of cards soldified into sight before him, as did a number of gambling chips. "We have determined that the rules of this game shall be that for every hundred dollars lost one of must remove a piece of clothing." And so the game began. He was an accomplished poker player, and probably because of this and the link to his mind, she was equally as accomplished. However, his experience eventually came through. She lost her first hundred dollars. She stood, stretched her amazing legs one at a time onto the table, and removed her shoes. The game continued, and he shortly had her down another hundred. Again it was her endless legs that reached onto the table. She slowly rolled down each of her stockings. As she did this, he caught a quick glimpse of black panties. She smiled at him at the exact same moment. A brilliant smile that brought extra light to the room. He realised that he was totally consumed by this woman, who had formed from a cloud of energy. And he did not care, he would give himself to this whole-heartedly. Within minutes, she was deprived of another hundred dollars. This time she slowly unbuttoned her top. Bit by bit, her efforts revealed her cleavage hugged tight by a lace bra. She shrugged off her shirt and it disappeared into the floor. "You are very good at this game," she remarked. His luck turned after this. A few bad hands later and it was his shoes, socks and shirt on the ground, but they did not disappear. He found an increased sense of urgency to win develop inside him. She looked pleased with his apparent discomfort. He regained the upper hand. Soon she was standing again, shuffling her short skirt down her legs, revealing panties to match her bra. The true beauty of her figure was now even more apparent. "You like what you see?" She asked "Perhaps you would like to see the rest of me?" He did not have to answer this question, his thoughts and his body's response were answer enough. Her last two pieces of clothing didn't come easily, an eternity seemed to pass, but he eventually was victorious. First, she unclasped her bra to reveal her two luscious, supple breasts, tipped with light-pink firm nipples. Later, she stood again, turned, bent at the waist and slid her panties down her legs. He almost slid out of his chair! The most perfectly formed lips of her pussy were revealed to him. She straightened and turned, her magnificent nude body now fully revealed to him. "You have defeated me. Now, you may have that which you played so well to gain." She smiled again. He stood. The chairs, table and everything on it faded away and were replaced by a circular black bed. He quickly shed his clothes that he had so desperately tried to hang on to before. He went to her and he let out the passion he had built up inside of him for this woman, the image of perfection that had always resided in his mind. It was over all too soon, as far as he was concerned. He didn't want to let go of her. He sensed in his mind that it was time for him to leave. He expressed his desire to stay. "You have taught us many things," she said. "You will not be forgotten." A light encompassed him...... He was driving home after another long day's work. The sun had long since disappeared, replaced by a clear, star-studded sky, the full moon working its way into the heavens. The radio played the kind of relaxing instrumental tones that he enjoyed. Thick trees lined either side of the road, leaving a bitumen alleyway lit only by the headlights of his car and the dim light of the moon. He felt a lot more eager tonight to be home with his wife............