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Leslie was very happily dreaming when the new Head of Security came to retrieve her. It would turn out that the sexual arousal caused by the Ecstasy-like chemicals used in the cryo process wasn't restricted to times of consciousness. Almost from the moment that she'd fallen asleep, Leslie's unconscious mind had been engaging her unconscious body in a wide variety of sexual activities, most of them involving multiple partners in creative couplings and outrageous settings.
"Doc, wake up," Ty told her, reaching down to her shoulder. "The Captain wants to meet with you."
Leslie had been dreaming of being in a cryo pod, sitting naked atop the thighs of an unknown, 8 foot tall, black-as-night Stiffy male who was still in suspended animation and yet was groaning in ecstasy as he spurted half gallon sized wads of cum all over her body as she stroked his gigantic stiffy.
At Ty's touch -- and the unconscious recognition of his voice -- Leslie's dream shifted radically. Suddenly, she was lying in a warm pool of roiling cryo chemicals as dozens of men -- all of them seemingly naked clones of Tyrande Collins! -- emerged from below the pool's surface like whales breaching the surface of the sea, only to once again disappear again. And all the time, palms caressed her skin as strong fingers groped her tits, massive cocks slid in and out of all three of her holes, and deep, masculine voices commanded her ... Wake up, doctor ... wake up...
Still deep in her dream state, Leslie unknowingly responded to Ty, "Come in the water ... come in the water ... it's wonderful in the water..."
Although Ty might not have noticed in the softer light, he could probably tell now with the light's fully on that she had a between her thighs, its fingers gently massaging her clit. Her other hand pushed the sheets downward, exposing her bare bosom. Her breasts were firm C-cups with large nipples that were currently generously swollen; they barely showed submission to gravity, instead pointing their erogenous points upward at the overhead.
Suddenly, Leslie awoke, opening her eyes and setting them on the man unexpectedly standing over her in her bedroom. For a long moment, she only stared upwards at Ty; her mind was trying to decide whether this, too, was just more wondrous fantasy as the man was so handsome and attractive.
"Ty," she finally said softly as she realized that this was not a dream. She pulled her hand out from between her thighs and lifted the sheet to hide her tits as she sat up; her bare legs slipped out into view as her also-bare feet found the cold deck. She was breathing deeply as a result of the pleasure she'd been causing herself. Embarrassment exploded through her like the orgasms her dreaming self had been enjoying again and again. Clutching the bedding tightly to her, she asked, "What can I do for you?"
"Doc, wake up," Ty told her, reaching down to her shoulder. "The Captain wants to meet with you."
Leslie had been dreaming of being in a cryo pod, sitting naked atop the thighs of an unknown, 8 foot tall, black-as-night Stiffy male who was still in suspended animation and yet was groaning in ecstasy as he spurted half gallon sized wads of cum all over her body as she stroked his gigantic stiffy.
At Ty's touch -- and the unconscious recognition of his voice -- Leslie's dream shifted radically. Suddenly, she was lying in a warm pool of roiling cryo chemicals as dozens of men -- all of them seemingly naked clones of Tyrande Collins! -- emerged from below the pool's surface like whales breaching the surface of the sea, only to once again disappear again. And all the time, palms caressed her skin as strong fingers groped her tits, massive cocks slid in and out of all three of her holes, and deep, masculine voices commanded her ... Wake up, doctor ... wake up...
Still deep in her dream state, Leslie unknowingly responded to Ty, "Come in the water ... come in the water ... it's wonderful in the water..."
Although Ty might not have noticed in the softer light, he could probably tell now with the light's fully on that she had a between her thighs, its fingers gently massaging her clit. Her other hand pushed the sheets downward, exposing her bare bosom. Her breasts were firm C-cups with large nipples that were currently generously swollen; they barely showed submission to gravity, instead pointing their erogenous points upward at the overhead.
Suddenly, Leslie awoke, opening her eyes and setting them on the man unexpectedly standing over her in her bedroom. For a long moment, she only stared upwards at Ty; her mind was trying to decide whether this, too, was just more wondrous fantasy as the man was so handsome and attractive.
"Ty," she finally said softly as she realized that this was not a dream. She pulled her hand out from between her thighs and lifted the sheet to hide her tits as she sat up; her bare legs slipped out into view as her also-bare feet found the cold deck. She was breathing deeply as a result of the pleasure she'd been causing herself. Embarrassment exploded through her like the orgasms her dreaming self had been enjoying again and again. Clutching the bedding tightly to her, she asked, "What can I do for you?"