Laying down on her bed; she brought the covers up to her chin and fell asleep. Cherry was dreaming; someone is in the room with her. He lifts her head...gently and slips something over her eyes. "Cherry, wake up..." a soft masculine voice croons. Cherry opens her eyes and sees nothing. It is dark. He gently takes her left wrist and wraps something silky over it; then dragging her wrist above her head he ties it to the post of the bed. He does the same thing with the right one. She feels the bed. "because", she went on, "afterthat time, I expect that you will have either died from my inexperience,or be so ill from the abuse that I'll just grow tired of you and go awayfor a little while, and let you die in your cage" Of all the things that have followedthat day, nothing made me feel so helpless and devoid of hope. My heart justsank, and life seemed to end right there and then. But my heart was aboutto come back to life. THE PROD I was just kneeing in my up-turnedcage, feeling total. Even as simple an act as that was ... I felt myself oddly aroused by it. Maybe because it was my own mother with her perhaps ... and yes the fact they were both naked, though I tried very hard not to look and to treat this as just one more thing that was going to become a normal occurrence around here."I'd like to see something new. Go some place, do something fun. I've seen very little of the area around here, so was sort of hoping maybe you'd take me for a drive or something," she asked."How. “Continental shelf. Our world is going shallow. We’re almost there.”“Chances are that very shortly we’re going to be brain dead for real,” Ann quietly said as she began yet another check of their systems.A few minutes later, they came to a halt in water no more than fifty feet deep. “I don’t see any signs of our intruder on my screen. How about yours?”Ann shook her head, then realized that Arlene hadn’t seen. “No. Nothing. Maybe they ventured too far down for their craft. I was never certain.