Siberian Guests Part 1

 Inspired by Siberia, underground roads and science fiction 

as suggested by Angela de Almeida

They found themselves underground. Way underground, so underground the dirt was moist and reeked of decomposed life. This was not the romantic getaway they’d envisioned. No. They were supposed to be on the surface of the earth, under the sun at the Siberian Oasis Resort where they were promised expansive pools, luxurious massages and drinks with umbrellas in them. They were supposed to be having primal sex, like the kind that makes your toes curl. Instead they were tied, it was pitch black and they were underground. Ginger looked at Lizzy, or where she thought Lizzy was, and frowned. “You had to, you just had to.” Ginger’s voice was low but carried and Lizzy winced. “Fuck you,” Lizzy said. “Fuck you.” “You were just as excited as I was.” “Jesus. How could we fall for aliens? I mean, motherfucking aliens?” Ginger wanted to cry and laugh. Lizzy wiggled her fingers. There was a little give in her rope but not enough to get her hand through, even if she was a bad as and broke it first. Which she was not and neither was Ginger. “Are we, can we reach each other?” asked Lizzy. Ginger scooted towards Lizzy’s voice. There wasn’t anything in the way. She kept scooting. “Keep talking, I don’t know where you are.” “ABCDEFGHIJ…ouch,” said Lizzy. Ginger had reached Lizzy and had accidentally kicked her with her tied together feet. “Sorry. Lets go back to back and see if we can’t untie each other,” said Ginger. “If we hadn’t gotten drugged and kidnapped I’d kind of be turned on right now,” said Lizzy. “If we ever get out, we can roll play this shit. But right now turn around so we can try to untie us,” replied Ginger. They scooted and wiggled until they were back to back. After a few seconds of bickering, they finally found a position where their hands could touch, but not where they could untie each other. “Damn it,” said Ginger. “Maybe I could untie your feet,” said Lizzy. “Okay,” said Ginger. It took a moment for Ginger to turn around and get her feet into position. The issue did not seem to be with how tight the knot was but rather how the hands had been tied, one crossed over the other so they couldn’t work together. “I have another idea,” said Ginger. “Let me work the knot with my teeth.” “We are so going to roll play this later,” said Lizzy. She felt strange that all of this was turning her on. They got drugged and kidnapped for god’s sake! What the Hell did this say about her moral compass? “If we get out of here alive, I’m going to fuck you and then kill you. Maybe at the same time,” said Ginger. She wiggled around in a circle and then rolled on to her stomach, which is kind of tricky when ones hands are tied and one was not a circus acrobat. She face planted and swore. “You okay?” asked Lizzy. “No.” Like a snake, or a lizard without front arms, she raised herself up with her stomach and back muscles. It hurt. Turning back onto her back, she scooted so that her mouth was right under Lizzy’s hands and then raised herself by doing a sort of sit up. She could use her arms as a brace. “Okay, can you lean back…not that far! Okay, better,” instructed Ginger. Tentatively she reached out with her teeth and got a hold of the rope. Luckily it wasn’t very thick and it was coarse so she could find an easy grip. Pulling here and pulling there, she felt like she was making progress but her elbows, which were digging into the ground, were beginning to hurt. Ginger had to take a brake. As she lay there, aching, Lizzy began to work the rope and found them significantly looser. “Hey, it’s working!” Hoisting herself up again, Ginger attacked the rope with renewed enthusiasm. After what seemed like ages, Ginger had to take another break and again Lizzy took to working the rope. “You did it! I can do the rest,” said Lizzy, the excitement in her voice giving Ginger hope. Ginger scooted away from Lizzy and heaved herself to a sitting position. She waited patiently until Lizzy had untied herself, including her feet. “Okay, where are you?” asked Lizzy as she crawled around with one hand out. “Here,” replied Ginger. Lizzy reached her and began untying her hands. “The things I could do to you right now,” said Lizzy. “What is the last thing you remember?” asked Ginger. She hoped that would get Lizzy out of the gutter she seemed to always live in. “Uh, okay, we were at the bar with that nice couple in the main restaurant at the resort. No. Was it the dance club they had going on by the pool?” started Lizzy as she worked the knots on Ginger’s feet. “It was after the dance club, at the after party, right? That group of spring breakers with the drugs.” Ginger stood up and stretched. Stretching never felt so good, maybe she would take up yoga. “Right, after party, and we were hanging out with that couple…” said Lizzy “Yeah but then they left remember? Kind of abruptly and then there was the guy…” interrupted Ginger. “He had to be in on it. He’s the one who told us about the aliens, wasn’t he?” said Lizzy. “Do you feel any walls?” Ginger changed the subject. They were both standing now and holding hands. Lizzy reached out and slowly swung her arm around.