Chapter Six
“s*x —that’s not funny. Frustration —now that’s funny.”
- Mike Pondsmith, Teenagers From Outer Space
Archer
As Archer struggled back into consciousness, Lizandra entered the room, dressed in a wicked black corset and carrying a tray. Archer was stark naked, shackled spreadeagled to what looked like a motorized hospital bed in the middle of a luxurious bedroom suite. Large deep green velvet draperies lined open French doors leading to a sunny stone balcony. By the sunlight, it appeared to be midmorning, but could have been midafternoon. They were high in the towers of the Countess’ castle.
Archer had been waking up for about fifteen minutes, just enough to clear his head a little bit and figure out what must have happened. He had expected some sort of counter-move from the
