Stolen and Seduced - Christine Pope Page 0,2

any other part of me, I realized then. Because the temperature in the room was so comfortable, I hadn’t noticed at first that I was naked, arms pinned down to the bed, legs spread open and likewise immobilized.

What the hell?

I squirmed, pulling against the invisible bonds that held me in place. Nothing happened, of course. I might as well have been struggling against the unseen force that had taken hold of my truck.

An unseen force….

A white glow. A lonely road next to a spooky mountain range that had been linked to multiple disappearances and UFO sightings.

I told my brain to shut up, that I was in a bad enough situation without bringing the supernatural into it. No, it had been late at night and I’d been tired. I’d probably dozed off and gone into a ditch or something, and then some pervy passerby had taken advantage of the opportunity and hauled me back to his basement sex dungeon.

Of course, that theory didn’t explain how I could be held in place with no visible restraints, no ropes or cords or fur-lined handcuffs. I’d experimented with the real thing once, with an ex-boyfriend who was a cop, but metal handcuffs had proved fairly painful. The fur-lined cuffs were a lot better…not that anything like them seemed to be in use at the moment.

I tugged again with my right wrist. It felt as if something soft and heavy was holding me down, even though I couldn’t see anything. And I could see — not that there was much to look at. The light overhead was warm and diffuse and seemed to emanate from the entire ceiling. Beyond that, I saw only dark walls, with no apparent doors or windows. The bed on which I lay had a surprisingly thin mattress for how cushy it felt. It was covered in soft, lightweight fabric that might have been silk, except it wasn’t cold against my skin at all. The lighting was dim enough that I couldn’t tell what color the fabric was. Dark blue? Green?

Should I call out? I certainly felt like yelling at whoever had trapped me in that strange place, but maybe that wasn’t the best idea. Obviously my captor — or captors — didn’t have too many qualms about breaking any number of local and federal laws related to kidnapping and false imprisonment. On the other hand, lying there on that oddly comfortable bed and doing nothing didn’t seem like a viable alternative, either.

Strangely, I wasn’t afraid. I knew I should have been, knew that I was in a terrible spot, and yet I only felt warm and slightly fuzzy in a pleasant way, like I might have been after drinking a glass of champagne. Or maybe not; I wasn’t light-headed at all, only floating along on a tremendous wave of well-being.

Still, that didn’t mean I wouldn’t try my damnedest to get the hell out of there.

I strained again at my invisible bonds with all my might and only got my heart racing like I’d just run up the side of a mountain. Funny thing was, I couldn’t see any marks on my wrists from those restraints, even though I sure felt the pressure of whatever was holding me in place.

Air moved over me, warmer and warmer. It seemed to caress my bare skin, to drift across my nipples. I gasped, and those same currents moved up my legs, bringing eddies of heat with them. No way such a thing could be happening, but I felt myself begin to throb, my body warming with desire.

I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw, trying to force those unwanted sensations away. It wasn’t possible that I could be getting turned on, not when I was being held there against my will. But that heat was insistent, pulsing against me, and I writhed in need, gasping as it seemed to stroke me with unseen fingers.

A whisper of sound then, and I turned my head — at least I could move that, if nothing else — to see two silvery snake-like tubes or cords come slithering from somewhere behind me. They moved across the bed and slipped over my shoulders, the metal tubing cool against my skin at first, but then warming almost immediately.

My eyes widened in disbelief as I watched the ends open up almost like small silvery flowers, and then they clamped themselves down over my breasts.

I couldn’t help crying out as they began to work on my nipples with a hypnotic sucking motion.