Introduction

 

There are places on this earth where strange things often happen. Planes, ships and hundreds of men have mysteriously disappeared in a region called the Bermuda Triangle. Sure that area gets the most publicity, but other spots consistently claim their victims.

One of these is in the Nevada desert not far from the Utah border. Over the past few years several young men in the prime of their lives have just disappeared - vanished from the face of the earth. Jeff Owens was one of them.

After having lost his job back east, he was on an adventure. Jeff was starting a new life. When winter came, he planned on being a ski bum in Lake Tahoe until something better came along. But what came along was far from what he had planned.

They say ghosts haunt this area of the southwest, but it wasn't ghosts that abducted young Jeffery. It was a band of women who made men disappear, to be brutally used as slaves and toys for their own sadistic pleasures.

Almost every night Jeff is subjected to unbelievable tortures as the women take turns using him to satisfy their carnal needs. He learns that the pain and agony he suffers is their aphrodisiac - their way of getting sexually aroused.

There is only one glimmer of hope in his new existence. That's Jenny. Even though she's one of the gang, she sort of takes a liking to Jeff and watches out for him as much as possible after so easily luring him in.

Like the Sirens in Homer's Odyssey Jenny tricked him. It wasn't the song they sang that took unsuspecting sailors to their deaths by crashing their wooden ships upon the rocks. Jeff was young and a normal male. There was no way he could resist a beautiful, over-sexed woman dressed in a tiny black leather mini skirt with nothing underneath. He was blinded by her lust and never saw his slavery coming. What more can I say?

Chapter One

 

I had spent the night at the Border Inn. It lies on the Utah - Nevada border. The room wasn't bad, but the rib eye I had for dinner was better than average. Where in hell do you get an 18 ounce steak for 15 bucks these days? Certainly not back in New England.

After dinner I had lingered in the bar a little too long, so getting on the road very early this morning wasn't too easy. There was a lot happening there last night. I shot pool with a bunch of locals and held the table for a couple of hours. I probably could have had that tiny little blond if I'd really wanted to, but she got talking with a couple of local guys and it sort of changed the complexion of things just a little.

So I turned in somewhere after two and woke up this morning with a pounding headache. But I guess all those shots of Jack and too many bottles of Sierra Nevada beer are responsible for that.

Before starting out I filled up my bike at the Phillips 66. It was the only gas station around, and once heading west they are few and far between. I was excited as I headed for my final destination - Lake Tahoe. It was a new life and a new adventure.

God, it was only eight o'clock in the morning, and it was already getting hot. Before long I cranked my right hand a little tighter and felt a rush of power as my motorcycle leaped forward, racing across the oven-like desert.

With the speedometer holding steady at about 80 or a little better the mile posts passed by in a blur. There was no one else on the highway. It was just me, all alone on what they've nicknamed Route 50, "the loneliest highway in America". In 62 miles it held its reputation because from Baker to Ely I saw nothing but one worthless, mangy coyote dashing across the highway in front of me.

And then there was Ruth, a deserted ghost town. The guys at the bar told me a lot of stories about this town. Silver was discovered there by some early Pony Express riders. Some Chinese miners died in the mine because of a cave-in after discovering an evil spirit named Tak. The town is supposedly haunted, and their spirits have been seen crossing the highway and filtering in and out of the dilapidated buildings ever since.

They claimed that Stephen King's book Desperation is based on Route 50 and the happenings around Ruth or Desperation as he calls it. They told me it even had a guy named Johnny who disappeared. His motorcycle was later found in some dry bushes off the side of the road. I guess it was a warning of sorts or maybe just a bunch of beer talk. Who knows? I never read the book or saw the movie, and I certainly don't believe in ghosts.

So I decided to stop at Ruth and give my ass a little break. Maybe I'd look around a bit and then get back on the road.

"Ghosts," I whispered, shaking my head.

I wandered around the rundown houses and decaying stores for a while before heading back up the dusty street to my bike. As I put on my helmet I looked down at my tank. In the thin layer of road grime and desert dust that covered my bike there was a definite mark. I looked closer. Right there as plain as day was a small hand print without a speck of dust or dirt in it.

There was nobody else around, and I hadn't noticed it when I got off the bike just a few minutes ago. It was too obvious to have missed it. Carefully I looked around and wondered.

"That's strange," I said while swinging my leg over the seat. "Maybe there are ghosts around here after all."

My engine roared to life once more as I headed on towards Tahoe. About 20 minutes had passed when I felt a slight skip and hesitation in my bike. I looked down at my tach and wondered what that was. Then it happened again.

"That's funny," I thought out loud. "I've come all this way from North Conway without a problem and now something strange is happening. Damn ghosts."

The skipping and bucking repeated itself and with a few more spits and sputters the engine died.

"Shit!"

I pulled to the side of the road and put down the kick stand. "Now what the fuck do I do? I'm at least a hundred miles from anywhere."

I looked into the gas tank but there was plenty of fuel.

"Hm...," I mumbled as I cranked it over a couple of times. It wanted to start. But finally I gave up and leaned back against the seat. After a few minutes I pulled out my cell phone. Since there wasn't a car or truck in sight and I sure wasn't walking, I guess I'd call for help.

"Shit, no service. Fucking unbelievable."

About fifteen minutes passed when I saw a car way off in the distance. It seemed forever until it finally got close. I stepped out into the highway to wave it down, but the driver never slowed down even the slightest bit. Hell, he never even looked in my direction. The idiot just raced on by, leaving me stranded beside the road in this God forsaken hole.

"Asshole!" I screamed while giving him the finger.

I reached into my saddlebag and got out a bottle of water and half-heartedly looked up into the sky to see if the buzzards were circling yet. Again I climbed on my bike and tried the ignition. Suddenly it started. It ran a little rough, but I decided to give it a try.

Yup, it ran for about two hundred yards before dying once more. I got off, kicked the dirt, stomped my foot and yelled "Fuck" to the world. There wasn't a tree for shade or a soul in sight. I was screwed until someone finally came along and stopped. Probably fifteen minutes passed when I heard some motorcycles way off in the distance towards Ely. I knew I was saved as I heard that distinct sound of the Harleys approaching. No biker would ever leave another biker stranded without stopping to help. It's their code. They got closer and closer, so I got up and waited.

I think they got by before even noticing me, but they soon stopped. The lead rider locked the front wheel and spun the bike around with the back tire smoking and spinning and roared up in front of me.

"Got trouble, fella?" she asked as she pulled off her tiny brain bucket.

Before me stood a beautiful long haired, big titted blond. She was wearing a black leather halter top, a pair of tiny leather shorts with black chaps to cover her long slender legs. Even in my desperate situation, I think my cock came instantly up to half mast.

"Ah... ah... my motor quit. I was going along perfectly fine and then it just died."

By then her two female companions had got back to us after turning around. They were dressed just as sexy with corsets and thongs exposed above one's skin tight thigh-high boots and the other's equally tight chaps. Holy fuck! A trio of Goddesses....