Posted by Jeffrey Paul Soreff on November 20, 2000 at 03:50:42:
(inf mv, inf fm, asphyx, cons, oil)
Once a minute, the duplicator hummed.
The stainless steel door opened, and a new couple
stepped out. All of the men and women appeared
to be in their late teens or early twenties. Their
hues and body types ran the gamut of possibilities.
Short and tall, slim and plump, pink, tan, and ebony.
Any was as likely to appear as the next. The machine
chose randomly from its array of stored patterns.
In front of the door of the duplicator was a pool of
oil a dozen feet deep, with metal ladders on both
the near and far ends. The ladders extended
vertically from six feet above the surface of the oil
to the bottom of the pool. Two short ropes joined their
sides four feet above the bottom. Each man and woman
took a deep breath, descended the near ladder to the
bottom of the pool, pulled themselves along the ropes
to the other side, ascended the far ladder, and paused
for a few seconds while excess oil drained off them.
In front of the far ladder lay the orgy pit. It was a circular
stainless steel pool fifteen feet in diameter and six
feet deep, its edge flush with the ground, filled to the
brim with writhing oiled bodies ... and still ones. The
surface of the bodies smoothly descended an inch every
five minutes.
Each couple viewed the quilt of contrasting bodies in the
pit and picked the spot where it seemed the lowest at the
moment. They walked to the opposite edge and lowered
themselves in carefully. They half crawled, half slithered
over to their chosen spot. Some couples focussed their
attentions entirely on each other, others spread-eagled
themselves over as many nearby bodies as they could
grasp, suck, penetrate or otherwise pleasure.
After about an hour, each sated couple felt another couple slide
into place above them. The couples in the second layer could
still breath through the frenetically moving couples above them
in the top layer. They spent their hour in the second layer
slithering gently, adjusting their positions to put their faces in
favored spots, some facing their partners' faces, others tasting
genitals or soft oily breasts or bellies.
As the next layer slid on above them, the third layer felt their
air gradually cut off. Their faces pressed more and more firmly
into their neighbor's bodies, sealing off the nooks and crannies
through which they'd been breathing. As their lungs burned
for air, they convulsed in the slippery darkness. The
all-enveloping hug of the warm flesh around them kept them
almost still, despite strains that would have had them thrashing
wildly in the open. Their final orgasms came as crushing spasms.
When the closely packed warm corpses reached the bottom of the
pit a few hours later, millions of tiny grinders on the bottom tore
them into a slurry. This was pumped backed to the duplicator
to serve as the raw material for the next couples.