Note: This is a chapter from a story given to me. The true author asked me to serve as author for the second chapter which I will post soon.
Mike was lost. He had partied a little too hard, and he now found himself fighting to prevent his vision from doubling. Although he had made this trip thrice before, he had somehow managed to take a wrong turn. He cursed as he looked at the illuminated digital clock on his dashboard. He concentrated to clear his vision. When the six figures finally focused into three, he saw that it was 3:02am.
It didn't help matters that the overcast sky kept the landscape pitch black, or that he had driven too far to turn back. The last road sign that he recalled seeing before somehow making a wrong turn, placed him 112 miles from Chicago.
Mike cursed again and hit the top of the steering wheel hard with his open palm. He asked out loud why he didn't stay at a motel in town, or simply crash on Bobby's couch. It wasn't that Bobby didn't offer, he had damned nearly insisted.
A few minutes later, Mike had to take a leak. He pulled over, and prayed that a cop wouldn't drive by. He turned off the motor and headlights, but left his parking lights on so that he had enough light to see where he was going. As he got out of the car, it occurred to him that he hadn't seen another car for at least 15 minutes. Realizing that traffic was unlikely to pick up any time soon, he decided to piss right on the roadside.
Mike walked around the front of his car to the edge of the shoulder and unzipped his pants. He smiled and sighed in relief as he began pissing into the grass. He looked out in a clearing, and struggled to focus his eyes in the darkness. Am I seeing things, or am I still high?, he thought. Sure enough, his eyes finally adjusted enough to see a strange, faint glow of blue light out in the distance. Since everything else around him was pitch black, he wondered how he hadn't noticed the light before.
He kept staring at the light as he zipped up his pants. It occurred to him that it was strangely quiet for a summer night in Wisconsin. There were no crickets chirping, or any sound whatsoever except his heavy drunken breathing. Goosebumps surfaced over his body as fear overtook his curiosity. He quickly zipped up and returned to his car.
Just as Mike was about to open the door, he thought he heard faint laughter coming from the direction of the light. He strained to listen, but all he could hear was his own breathing. So he held his breath. Just as he was about to exhale, he heard it again. The voices sounded female.
Although still scared, Mike's curiosity got just enough foothold to make him reach through the open window of his car and turn off his parking lights. He decided to watch and listen a while longer. All of a sudden, the moon peaked out from the clouds for the first time all night. The landscape noticeably brightened, and the bluish light disappeared.
Mike once again struggled to bring his double vision together. He thought he saw two women sitting around what appeared to be a lantern.
Even in his drunken state, he realized that they certainly would have seen him pull up in the darkness. They probably even watched him piss. Whoever they were, they obviously weren't trying to hide their presence. After his eyes adjusted better to the moonlight, he carefully studied the area, hoping to determine if indeed there were only two people. He wondered what they were doing out there. If they were camping, why wasn't there a tent?
"Why don't you come and join us?", one of the voices called out in a deep sultry voice.
Mike was astounded. His heart pounded as his alcohol soaked brain tried to assess the situation. His fear now forgotten, he began walking towards the women. The closer he got to them, the more Mike realized how unlikely these events were. He wondered if he was hallucinating. Maybe Bobby had spiked one of his drinks. Bobby hadn't done anything like that for almost 15 years, but he WAS capable of pulling such a stunt.
When Mike was within 20 feet of them, one of the women slowly stood up and turned towards him. Then she slowly raised her arm and pointed something at him. A bright flash of greenish light is the last thing that Mike remembered.
Chapter 2
Mike's head pounded with a severe beer hangover. He tried to open his eyes, but immediately squinted them shut to prevent further pain from the intruding bright light. He tried to turn over, but suddenly realized that he could not. His arms were strapped down.
"What the FUCK?", he uttered. His throat was parched dry, and his tongue felt like a match could be lit on it.
He tried to move his legs, only to find that they were also strapped down. He opened his eyes wider, and his head pounded even harder with pain. He frantically looked around the small, surreal room that he was trapped in. He tested his bindings once again, finding them quite secure. He studied the room and realized how futuristic it looked. If it wasn't for his pounding head, he would have thought he was dreaming.
"Where the fuck AM I?", he screamed out. A few moments later, the door slid open without even a hint of sound. An imposing female briskly walked into the room without making a sound. Mike studied her as she approached. Her starkly beautiful face was adorned with sharply pointed full eyebrows, slanted eyes, and a slightly upturned small nose. Her facial features were almost… feline. Her thick, almost medium length, jet black hair reminded him of the shag cuts that were so popular back in the late 60's and early 70's.
"Who the fuck are YOU?", Mike screamed out.
"Your trainer," she responded confidently and without emotion.
"Let me OUT of here NOW!", he screamed, as he struggled against his bonds in vain.
She pointed something at him and flashed the greenish light upon him once again. This time he didn't pass out, but he did suddenly feel calm and sedated.
"They call you Mike in your world, but in our world you will be just another pet. A play pet that exists only to serve, obey, and please. There is no escape for you. No where to run. You are completely dependent on us for your life now. Let me explain. So that you can understand better, I will speak in terms of Earth measurements of time, even though our measurements are different. We have been transporting humans here for over 200 years now, male and female alike. Although we make every effort to select those that we deem most likely to be trainable, we have made a few mistakes. For the past 5 years, our selection process has improved dramatically, due to the advent of your internet system. From what we know about you, we're almost certain that you'll conform, and even eventually learn to enjoy your fate. In any event, you will soon learn that you really only have three choices. Serve and enjoy your fate, serve and be miserable, or die," she explained.
"W-what can you possibly know about me?", Mike nervously asked, his calmness quickly diminishing.
"We know that you are an only child to biological parents that you never knew. Your adoptive parents are both dead. You have no children yourself. You have one step brother that you have very limited contact with. You only have a handful of friends. Most of them live far away from you now. You also lost your job a few days ago. Basically, we know that you won't be missed!", she confidently explained.
"H-how do you know all that?", Mike stuttered, fear mounting.
"Our civilization is almost a thousand years ahead of yours in technology. It's child's play for us to tap into your internet and retrieve any information we want. Consequently, we know everything there is to know about you. We even know about your submissive fantasies and desires. Do you understand what I'm saying?", she asked.
"Y-yes," he responded.
"Genetically, our race is far superior to yours. For over 800 years, we have had no sickness or disease... mostly due to genetic engineering. We isolated and modified the aging gene over 600 years ago. Baring any severe head injury or trauma that cannot be timely treated, we now have the capacity to live in youthful vigor forever. For those of us who were too old when this discovery was made, we were able to transplant individual memory into cloned duplicates of their bodies as young adults. This is something that we may offer YOU if you please us well. Have you ever thought about living forever?", she inquired.
"Not seriously," he replied.
Mike studied the black suit that snugly fit her strong physique. The material appeared thick and leather like. The style was futuristic and almost military.
"Well, give it some serious thought!", she said.
She then smiled for the first time. Mike could see that her i-teeth were noticeably longer and somewhat more pointed than the rest of her teeth.
"Now… the only reason you've been restrained is to make it easier for me to communicate with you. I think you're calm enough to be released now," she explained as she unbuckled his straps.
"Stand up!", she instructed.
Big mistake sister, Mike thought.
