I was leaving my ex-wife's house when the whole thing started. I'd been driving at night through the Wyoming mountains when a thunderstorm hit. Some thunderstorm! I'd thought hurricanes only hit the Atlantic coast! Driving rain, high winds, and enormous lightning strikes that seemed to be getting closer and closer all the time. When the deer ran into the road in front of me, I instinctively swerved, but when I smashed through the guardrail and off the side of the mountain, it occured to me that maybe that hadn't been such a hot idea. The car tumbled several times before it came to a stop at the bottom of the hill. Miraculously, I was unharmed. Buckle up for safety, I thought.
I walked through the woods for about a mile or so, trying to find a light of a town or even a cabin in which I could sit out the storm. The storm grew in intensity as I walked, and the lightning grew closer and closer, as if it were personally out to get me. I thought about standing underneath a tree for shelter, but my Cub Scout training had told me that was a bad idea. Maybe a cave would be better.
Through the trees and the rain I could see a cliff face ahead of me, and sure enough, I could even see the dark shadows of a cave entrance. What did I have to lose? I ran toward the cave. About ten feet away from shelter, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, there was a crash of thunder, and I blacked out.
When I awoke, I was on a metal floor. My first thought was, I'm alive. My second thought was, what the hell happened? How'd I end up on a metal floor? I'd been running toward a cave the last I remembered.
I tried to sit up. It was harder than I'd thought. My hands were tied behind my back. I made it into a kneeling position. I was stark naked. What was going on, here? The room was large, about fifty feet square. I counted about a dozen other men and probably ten other women in the room with me. All of them were tied up, and all were also naked.
Before I could figure things out, a door opened and two gorgeous women entered the room. They were wearing skin-tight black outfits of some strange material I'd never seen before. One of them held what looked like a whip of some kind.
One of the women said, "Ah. This slave is already awake."
Uh oh. Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore.
I walked through the woods for about a mile or so, trying to find a light of a town or even a cabin in which I could sit out the storm. The storm grew in intensity as I walked, and the lightning grew closer and closer, as if it were personally out to get me. I thought about standing underneath a tree for shelter, but my Cub Scout training had told me that was a bad idea. Maybe a cave would be better.
Through the trees and the rain I could see a cliff face ahead of me, and sure enough, I could even see the dark shadows of a cave entrance. What did I have to lose? I ran toward the cave. About ten feet away from shelter, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, there was a crash of thunder, and I blacked out.
When I awoke, I was on a metal floor. My first thought was, I'm alive. My second thought was, what the hell happened? How'd I end up on a metal floor? I'd been running toward a cave the last I remembered.
I tried to sit up. It was harder than I'd thought. My hands were tied behind my back. I made it into a kneeling position. I was stark naked. What was going on, here? The room was large, about fifty feet square. I counted about a dozen other men and probably ten other women in the room with me. All of them were tied up, and all were also naked.
Before I could figure things out, a door opened and two gorgeous women entered the room. They were wearing skin-tight black outfits of some strange material I'd never seen before. One of them held what looked like a whip of some kind.
One of the women said, "Ah. This slave is already awake."
Uh oh. Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore.
