Russian Sleep Experiments Novels & Stories

He was glad that he had shaved his legs so appropriately and now, thanks to this, he felt not like some kind of unkempt slut, but a pleasant, beautiful girl who could arouse desire in her beloved woman and give her pleasure. Sergei fell asleep at the moment when the head of Natalia's penis passed through the sphincter of his anus. The last time he slept so calmly and sweetly was in early childhood, at his grandmother's in the village, after running around with the village children through the aspen grove. He dreamed of huge yellow sunflowers with large dusty seeds, fat white geese with orange noses, a hackneyed cart made of smooth gray poles, and a quiet stream in a rocky ravine. Here is a s

Konstantin went on, "we have been preparing for this worst. Our Russian scientists are also conducting an experiment." "What experiment?" I said with a curious frown. "We call it, 'the Russian Sleep'," he said. "Our researchers have discovered a new method of improving the quality of human subjects," he went on and clicked on a slideshow. "We selected random humans and intoxicated them with an experimental drug." Pictures flashed across the large transparent screen, showing a chamber with several humans inside. They were sleeping on metal beds and being monitored by a group of scientists through a one-way glass. There were various pipes attached to a large tube filled with a blue substance.

Then what exactly were they doing? Ray continued forward. As more of the building entered the range of his spatial perception, the details became increasingly clear. One of the test subjects was undergoing an experiment. It was a man. He had been unconscious when he was placed inside a sealed chamber surrounded by steel plates nearly twenty inches thick. Shortly after he was locked inside, a pipe in the corner released a stream of white gas. The man immediately woke up. He began shouting and pacing around the room, visibly agitated and violent. Suddenly, the metallic collar around his neck emitted a glow, as though transmitting some kind of signal.

I could feel the warmth of his breath, so close it was almost tangible. His fingers brushed lightly against my neck, sending a faint electric current through me, making me shiver. Just as his fangs were about to graze my neck, completing that fatal yet intimate mark, I jolted awake. To shake off the lingering effects of the dream, I quickly got up and washed my face. By the time I arrived at the research center, it was just past 7 a.m. Most of the team hadn't arrived yet. After preparing the spectrometer and biological reagents needed for the day's experiments, I started on cell cultures.