I couldn't be asleep forever, and I no longer wanted to try. Consciousness was permeating my thoughts, and I knew somehow it was time to awaken, to face whatever terror our still unknown abductors had planned for us.

Or maybe it was a nightmare after all.

I attempted to move my arms. No such luck. But I did feel myself bound to something now, some kind of cushion. I opened my eyes and looked around. Plush, green leather. My arms bound at my sides, fastened to my thighs. My legs spread apart, laid and attached to the same green leather. It was like a very strange sofa. I was still gagged.

Darren was directly across from me, I was relieved to see. I saw he was also tied to a plush leather sofa-type thing, and gagged as well. Our eyes met, his doing the best he could to reassure me. I wanted to be reassured. We both tried to stay still and calm.

What would be done to us?

As if on cue to answer my unsaid question, I heard footsteps coming toward us. My neck was aching too much to move my head, but the figure came into focus for us. It was a female, the same one I realized, who had asked Darren to sign her disc the night before.

If it was indeed only one night we had been down here.

"Welcome to my little adobe," she said calmly, as if we were just visitors touring her home. "I'd tell you two to make yourselves at home, but it seems you already have." She chuckled to herself, briefly pausing to take a breath. "I suppose you two want to know why you're down here? It would be rather hard to explain, really. Are either one of you familiar with that adult film Behind the Green Door?"

We shook our heads the best we could.

"Thought not. By the way," she said, turning to Darren, "I really do like that song 'Truly Madly Deeply'. Maybe later you could give me that autograph." Darren stared at her with hatred. "Maybe not. Anyway, I've brought you two down here as kind of an experiment. My friends have told me that you two are just beginning to see each other, and perhaps questioning your sexual compatibility."

True enough. Darren and I had never actually slept together.

The woman continued. "I want to try several things with the both of you. See how much pleasure you can stand. Watch as things are being done to you, as you are forced to do things you could never imagine. I'm going to introduce the two of you to sensations you've never known and feelings you're not aware of."

She paused again to check our reactions. We didn't want to give her the satisfaction. "Eventually, you will be set free. But I think you're both going to learn something. Something buried deep inside, that you don't want to show each other, or anyone else, for that matter." She smiled, and I might possibly have seen a sparkle there. "I think when you two are released, you'll be very surprised at what you've learned."

She snapped her fingers and two shadowy figures in black latex seemed to suddenly materialize. One male, one female.

I held my breath. She meant it, whatever she was talking about. The female figure walked up to me, the male to Darren. I was struggling now, desperately wanting to cover my nakedness.

"Really, you're being very silly," the girl said. She had a slight British accent. She was still shadowy, despite being right in front of me. "Relax now."

I felt a light touch, almost a tickle, on my vaginal folds. The woman was arousing me. My eyes opened wide, and I again tried to struggle. It was useless.

The worst part was, she was succeeding. My arousal was unexpected and sudden. Against my will, I was becoming wet.

I looked over. Darren's head was tossing from side to side. His eyes were closed; a moan was doing its best to escape his gagged lips. The man was pumping him ever so slowly; the satiny skin being pulled over the head and jerked back. The other hand was cupping his balls, fondling each one, and the skin inbetween.

I got the drift. The idea was that we would be best stimulated by someone of our own gender.

The woman's finger was working its way inside my drenched sex. I was trembling; my inner muscles were involuntarily twitching. My clit was gently being played with; a fingertip was making small circles.

"Look each other in the eyes now." We either couldn't or wouldn't, possibly both. We were both frightened, ashamed, of what was happening.

"I said look!" I heard a whip crack. "Don't ever disobey me!" Our heads were jerked by our stimulators, and look into each other's eyes we had to do. I was so afraid of what I might find in Darren's.

The anger, the fear was gone. The negative emotions were replaced by steadiness, arousal, lust.

"Don't let either one of them come," the woman ordered. I had no idea how close to the edge I was until I heard her words. I did want to come. Badly. I squirmed with the little movement I was allowed. The woman withdrew her hands, and my effort was in vain.

I glanced at Darren. The male was pinching his nipples now. Somehow he knew exactly where Darren's point of no return was, because my lover was writhing, begging for release, and begging to be released.

I wanted him, worse than ever before, I was fast realizing. I was hungry for him in my torment, as I knew he was hungry for me. I didn't even know if I wanted to be untied anymore half as much as I wanted to be tied to him. In its ironic way, being taken against our will was bringing us closer together.

Darren's eyes caught mine. He was thinking the same thought. Hang on, Brittany, I thought he was trying to tell me.

Or maybe it was what I wanted him to tell me.

My thoughts were jarred by that woman's voice.

"Let him go. But just him."