A third twig snapped. Jen whirled around, right into a cloth soaked in chloroform. After a bit of struggle, she went out like a light. Her last thoughts were about Sam, and what might be happening to him.
A bit later she was going in and out of consciousness. At one point she felt her body being jounced on what felt like the bed of a pick-up truck. But she couldn't see because of a blindfold she couldn't get at with her tied hands. Additionally it felt like there was a blanket covering her. She felt another lump beside her but wasn't sure what it was.
The next time she awoke she could feel the afternoon air passing over naked body. She was tied to the top of someone's kitchen table. "What the hell?!" she exclaimed, struggling against her bonds. It was no use. She limply relaxed her rope-burnt limbs and let the breeze move over her. From the open window she could see a rolling stretch of farmland, with a few cows and donkeys in the distance. "Where the hell am I?" she wondered, straining to get a better view, her girl's muscles bulging with exertion. She stared down at her legs, which had a very light dusting of hair leading up to her incredibly furry snatch. "That's the last time I drink Jolt Cola" she sighed.
"No, I think you'll be drinking a hell of a lot more, now that I'VE got you." Jen bolted upright in surprise as far as she could to see the owner of the voice walk into the room. It was...