George

Greg sat on the edge bluff overlooking the expansive plains of Western Wyoming. He had climbed up here to have some time of quiet contemplation. The view was amazing, he could see a herd of wild mustangs in the distance and the beautiful Teton mountains barely visible. He sat and contemplated his life and his place in the world until well after the sun had gone down. His melancholy increased until it felt like it would overwhelm him. He was so deep in thought that he did not notice the silent craft as it hovered behind him. The first indication he felt was the sense of tugging beginning in his stomach as he was quickly pulled into the bright light of the craft. He opened his mouth to scream but silently slipped into unconsciousness as a quick-acting drug robbed him of even a whimper.

He awoke slowly. His first sensation was warm air surrounding him and the feeling of being suspended by it. He opened his eyes slowly and gasped at the strange surroundings. The walls were curved and shown like pearl. They seemed to glow from inside casting no shadows as the light was from everywhere at once. A figure floated over to him and spoke without moving its lips.

"Hello" it said in an unmistakably friendly tone. "My name is GHVXBNDMTL, but you can call me George"

"George" Greg repeated.

"Yes!" the being replied with a small laugh. Greg stared in wonder at the pale humanoid standing before him. It had a large head with enormous pale blue eyes dwarfing a small nose and mouth. The skinny neck seemed barely capable of supporting the head. A bare torso below gave no indication as to its gender. It did not seem to be particularly muscular or dangerous.

"We are empaths" George began. "We study emotions and over the centuries have learned to manage them like you might learn to bounce a ball or ride a bicycle."

Greg nodded in understanding but really did not. "Perhaps if I demonstrate" George responded to the unanswered questions. "We have developed a spray that synthesizes the hormones that produce various emotions within humans. Since this situation is so strange for you and fear is an emotion I feel emanating from you, I will counter that with a sense of calm." George pointed a small canister at greg's face and sprayed.

Greg felt a sense of peace and wellbeing immediately flood over him. He was no longer afraid and even smiled. For the first time, the tunnel vision of fear left him and he looked around. He noticed that he was floating above a surface. He also realized that he was naked. His face flushed with embarrassment at the sudden realization.

"Yes" George said "I can feel your embarrassment over your nakedness. Your clothes were covered with dust and tiny parasites that seem to have a predilection for our skin. We are terribly allergic to them and it is quite uncomfortable to us. I do apologize."

"Luckily" George added "We have recently isolated the hormone contained in people who enjoy being without clothes. 'Naturist' I believe you call it." With that, George sprayed another spray and Greg felt himself becoming more comfortable with his body.

George explained that the reason he had been picked up was the complexity and depth of his emotional state. They wanted to study his emotions and in return would help him to resolve his inner conflict.

Greg nodded his agreement.

George explained that they first needed to get a baseline and make sure his reactions fit their understanding. They would do this by spraying a variety of emotional sprays. Greg was to tell them his emotions as soon as he felt them.

George pulled a tray of small canisters near Greg and sprayed one of them.

Greg laughed out loud.

George sprayed another and Greg exclaimed "Oh, it is breathtakingly beautiful" as he stared at the canister.

George sprayed canisters and watched as Greg reacted to each one. He reached for the last canister and before he sprayed it, warned Greg. "This one has been known to illicit somewhat of a strong reaction. Pleased do not be embarrassed."

Greg waited as George sprayed. First it felt like he was blushing as a wave of heat spread over his body. Then the heat centered in his groin and he became aroused. He soon became aroused to a tremendous level. He tried to touch himself but his hands were immobile and he could not. He laid there struggling against the invisible bonds as he throbbed and pumped at the air.

George, nodded. "Yes" he said "I thought you might have a strong reaction". I'm afraid the only cure for this one is an even stronger spray that will resolve the issue."

George reached into a drawer and removed the canister. He sprayed it at Greg.

Greg began to moan as he felt the fire in his groin descend into his balls and beneath into his prostate. Then he felt the tingle of an orgasm approaching build from within his body. Each breath brought it closer until he came in an enormous blast straight into the air.

George told Greg to relax. They would begin their work after his sleep cycle.

Greg and George began their work the next day. George helped him to begin to unravel his complex emotions, categorizing each one and finding the source. As they worked their way through Greg's mind, Greg began to realize a common thread to the issues. George had determined the problem already but wanted Greg to realize it himself. When Greg finally asked about the root cause George explained:

"Humans, like our species, mate for life and have mates who are psychically bound to them. For some reasons humans are unaware of this binding. They seldom realize the mate when they meet them. This causes enormous pain when they are parted. In your case, you have not only met your bond-mate you have consummated the mating. When you became separated it was like a small death for each of you. I am sure that your mate is in a similar state of agony."

Greg puzzled on that for a while. He was married and had children. What could George mean?

George understood his confusion. "We can determine who the mate was but you will need to be in a mild state of hypnosis. If you agree you will be asked to think of each woman with whom you have had sexual relations. We will be able to determine from your emotional readings which one it was."

Greg thought about it for a while and slowly nodded his head. He HAD to know.

George sprayed a mist and instructed Greg to relax as he guided him to a hypnotic state. They proceeded backwards in Greg's memory. George guided him from sexual encounter to sexual encounter back through his history. With the aid of the hypnosis, Greg could see and practically feel each woman as he pictured them in his mind. He began to get aroused but ignored it as the erotic display ran through his mind. They continued running through the women of his past, each one vivid in his mind: twenty, then as they began to slow down. Greg hesitated as she entered his mind. A small sigh escaped his lips as "she" came into his mind. Her smile and her hair as she tilted her head and laughed with him flooded his memory. George did not need to tell him. He knew, this was her.

"Constance" Greg whispered.

"Yes" George replied. "We are hovering near her home. We have felt her pain from even this distance. Would you like us to help her?"

Oblivious to the consequences, Greg nodded as a single tear slid down his face.

Within a few hours she was floating beside him as George indoctrinated her to her surroundings. She reacted less fearfully because she could see Greg there. She longed to touch him and would do whatever it would take. Greg was filled with apprehension. He was married and yet he wanted to take her and to cheat on his wife with this woman.

George sensed Greg's confusion and that of Connie. He debated the two options. He could gradually go through their emotions and counter them one by one or he could provide them with enough "incentive" to get through the problem themselves. He chose the latter. He picked up a canister and set it on continuous release, released their bonds and left the room.

Greg and Connie looked at one another after more than 27 years. They were naked and yet unashamed. It seemed inconceivable that they could be standing face to face. Wordlessly they stood and stared into each other's eyes.

Greg recognized the flush of excitement and tried to stop it from reacting. But the sight of her naked in front of him made that impossible. In moments he was rock hard and beyond caring or even rational thought. He took her in his arms and kissed her deeply. Connie melted in his arms as her excitement poured down her legs. She felt his throbbing cock on her stomach and lifted herself onto her toes. She pulled on his neck as he took the hint and lifted her up. Reduced gravity help to make the task of raising her up onto his cock easy.

Connie eased down onto him and felt him slide into her. She sighed with pleasure and came. She shuddered through the orgasm then bounced up and down on his cock. In seconds she was coming again. This time she came more violently. Greg could not begin to hold back as she came, her vagina spasming around his cock and he came deep inside her. His knees buckled and they fell slowly crashing to the floor.

Within moments the spray continued its work and they were at it again, sucking and licking one another with wild abandon. Greg quickly found her lips, still quivering from the orgasms, and began to suck them and lick them. In moments he felt her cum again as his tongue flicked her clit. He began to work harder on her lips sliding his tongue up and down them when she swallowed his cock. He quickly lost his ability to concentrate. In moments he was cumming in her mouth.

He found himself aroused again (thanks to the spray still spewing on the floor) and quickly knelt while positioning Connie in front of him. He plunged into her like an animal in heat, lust filled them both as they coupled like animals on the floor. Their recent orgasms robbed them of their ability to cum quickly. They humped, changed positions and fucked with raw abandon in missionary, doggy style and finally ended with Connie's ankles over Greg's shoulders as he pounded fully into her. She lost track of her own orgasms as she began to feel faint from the intensity. Finally Greg came hard into her and collapsed onto the floor.

Connie snuggled up beside him and they drifted off to sleep.

George watched and smiled. They both looked happy and content. He had done his work well.