When I woke to see Ann standing in the bedroom smiling at me my feelings of shame and guilt began to overwhelm me. I could see tears in Ann's eyes, just short of falling down her cheeks. I realized that I was naked and that Joan was standing there looking at me, as well as Sanya.
Ann and I both began to talk at the same time, but I let Ann go when I realized that I had no way of explaining the last two days to her. What she told me left me feeling cold and a bit afraid as to what we had gotten ourselves involved in.
When Ann laid on the bed with me and we kissed I knew that she still loved me. I could see the pain and hurt in her eyes though. Even though she knew that none of this was my fault, there was still jealously and hurt to be dealt with.
When Ann began to kiss me, and then stripping her clothes off, I was a bit surprised. Suddenly I knew that now more than ever, I had to perform for her. I could see she had doubts about my feelings for her.
Neither of us said or did anything about the two women who watched us as we began to make love. That is exactly what it was too...making love. Even though we were in very unknown and possibly dangerous territory, I knew that I still loved my wife and that she still loved me.
I remember that once we got into the moment, Ann was very active and loud even. Her moans and cries were of a stranger. I had never heard her like this. My changing pace in my strokes into her must have helped her get to that place too.
When she began to cum, her scream was so loud it startled me at first. Her arms and legs were around me so tight, as I pulled out of her tightness, I was lifting her body off the bed. The intensity of the moment was so strong that I came pretty hard too.
Later, when we both woke up and ate that damned food, I couldn't tell right away that it had been spiked. But, since it was still just Ann and I only, I let down my guard. I fought hard when the other women came in and took Ann away from me, forcing her to stand across the room as the other five women tried to hold me.
I was fighting for both of us, and had almost gotten to Ann when I was taken down with that drug injected into my ass cheek. I felt the sting and then the hot rush in my veins. I got dizzy and in what seemed like only a few seconds, but was probably a few minutes, I began to lose consciousness. I was out cold before I hit the floor, the last thing I remember hearing was Ann screaming in anguish.
When I came too, I was back in the room with the circular bed. This time I was tied spread eagle, naked, and oiled with that tingly oil again. Looking around I saw that a rather large, maybe 50 inch or so LCD television had been set up in front of the bed where I could see it clearly.
It was off at the moment. Sanya and eight other women came into the room and stood in a circle around the bed, staring at me, but not saying a single word. Then, four men entered and took up positions, two on one side and two on the other of the TV screen.
"Ah. Patrick we have not been formerly introduced yet. I know you, but I also have you at a serious disadvantage. You don't know me. Or us."
"What's going on? Why..."
"Why, you will know shortly. Well, a part of the why you will know shortly. The what, you can thank your grandfather and his grandfather for that. You see, they, your grandfather and great- great grandfather, were Shaman Priest's. Their influence and power are still mentioned today as a matter of fact."
"My grandfather was just a man."
"NO. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. Your grandfather was far more than ‘Just a man' as you say. He had great power, much magic, and was very loved by his people. He walked with the Gods and Goddess's closely and in ways that none have ever before or since. When he left us there was great danger to his family and to all of us. He never got to fulfill his part of the prophecy handed down from his grandfather."
"What the hell are you talking about? My grandfather was a gentle and loving man who attended the Lutheran Church every Sunday like clock-work. He was no more a ‘Shaman', than I am."
He looked at me then sighed. The other three men looked at one another with guarded and stern glances. I could see that they were getting tired of my insistence that my grandfather was not the man they thought he was.
"Patrick. You have much to learn and a very short time in which to learn it in. Don't assume that you know anything of your grandfather's history because you don't. We know that even your father doesn't know of your grandfather's past. You must listen to us and learn what you need to do and know. It will make things for your beautiful wife much easier, and your stay here will be far shorter as well."
"What does Ann have to do with this? It's me you want. Leave her alone and do whatever you're going to do, do it to me. Do I have any choice at all in this matter?"
"No."
"Nothing I say or do will convince you that you have the wrong man?"
He nodded to the man standing next to him, who held out two photographs for me to see. I instantly recognized them both as pictures of my grandfather when he was a young man. His dress was strange, native looking even. But I could still easily see the features of my grandfather's face.
The background was a strange place, and there were other's in the second picture. People that were obviously dark-skinned and also dressed as natives. A chill ran through my body as I realized that I had not known my grandfather near as well as I had thought.
"Your grandfather, just before he left us to go to America. As you can see, he was dressed as the High Priest he was. His power, as I said earlier, was great. Greater even than his grandfather's. It is felt that your power could be even greater than your grandfather's, if you knew how to use it. As it is, you can't even see that you have power's beyond a normal human. A shame actually."
"Powers? ME? Who are you trying to kid here? I certainly do not have any kind of powers like you are saying. Don't you think that I would notice it if I had special powers?"
"You probably have noticed them but assume, and mistakenly I might add, that everyone has them. Your dreams, you have seen and done things in your dreams haven't you?"
His last question was more of a statement than asking me. It was as if he already knew the answer, and was checking with me for what? Honesty? Cooperation?
"Everyone has. I've flown and had powers to do things, yes. But everyone I have ever known has told me similar things that they have dreamed of too. That doesn't mean I have any powers."
"Ah, but you see, your dreams are on a plane that no others dream on. When you have dreamed, our interpreters have seen them as well. Clear from America where you have lived, they have clearly seen your dreams when you dreamed them. Even when you were a small child they saw. Even your grandfather did not have that power. That strength. Your are at least ten times as powerful as he ever was."
I was afraid. I could tell that they knew more about me than I knew about me. Do you have any idea of what kind of feeling that gave me? To be tied up spread-eagled on a bed, naked, and ten or so people standing there telling you that you have powers? That those powers came from your grandfather and that your powers are ten times stronger than his ever were? How stupid that must have looked to anyone who might have walked in at that moment?
If I had such great powers, why was I tied to this bed naked? Why were my wife and I in such a predicament? If I had these powers as they claimed, why had I not even had a twinge of uneasiness in coming here in the first place?
"We need your seed Patrick. You have given us some, but we need more, much more. We also need other things from you as well. Only you can give us back what we need to continue on. We need you far more than you realize. We are also prepared to go to any length to achieve our goals. We ask you now for your cooperation. If you will give us freely of what we need, you and your beautiful wife will be released, taken home unharmed."
"And, if I don't? If I fight you every step of the way?"
"Then, I am afraid that at least for your wife, it could be quite...lets just say, an unforgettable experience. Until you give us what we need, you will be kept here. Both of you. For however long it takes. We have no choice in this matter. For reasons you can't possibly understand, we have to take these desperate measures."
"Leave my wife out of this. If you so much as harm one hair on her head I will die before giving you what you need."
"We will not harm her Patrick. We will...shall I say...give her something. Lots of something that will cause her to need it more and more. After a while, even you won't be able to give her what she will so desperately need. It will be out of our hands, and your hands by that time. I sincerely hope that you will cooperate with us before she crosses that border into that place."
"Drugs? You are going to drug her, get her hooked on some drugs? Is that it?"
"Drugs? No, you misunderstand Patrick. There are things far more dangerous and controlling than drugs. We will give her...well...actually, she will give herself over to a new life. We will show her a path that for most, is unique. Her new ‘path' will become her life. Her needs will become the sustenance of her life to the point that only those who know the secrets can fulfill them. She will willingly go to where those needs can be met. No matter where they are or how hard she has to struggle to get there."
"Not drugs? Then what..."
"Needs of sexual and personal ways can be the overpowering cause of many to lose sight of their original intents in life. Some can be taken there very easily, others require much hard work to get them to that level of need. Once they have been seduced to that plane though, they want more. Always they want more."
"Sex? You'd use my wife sexually?"
