The lorry trundled along with Lisa strapped into helpless
immobility on the floor. She knew that there was no point in
trying to shout - she would scarcely be able to attract enough
attention from outside the lorry to do any good, and would just
annoy her captors. Not knowing who they were or what their
intentions towards her might be, and being utterly at their
mercy, Lisa thought it prudent to be careful. She felt the manacles being removed from her ankles. This did
her little good, as her legs were still secured to the floor by
the straps. The laces on her boots were loosened, and her boots
were pulled off; she hoped that this didn't mean she would lose
them. Her socks followed, but she wasn't very fussed about
those. To her surprise, she felt shoes being put on her feet. Ankle
straps were pulled tight to hold them securely in place. Now why
take off her boots just to put shoes on? Once those were in
place, the manacles were again fastened round her ankles. The
manacles were fixed to the floor, holding her feet immovably in
position. Once this was done, someone very heavy sat on her body and the
straps around her legs were undone. With her feet pinned and the
weight of the person, she could still not move. The sheet
covering her was pulled back, showing her legs. Fingers fumbled
at her belt and undid the buckle. Was this rape? Lisa didn't
know whether to be frightened or excited at that thought. She
had endured all sorts of sexual indignities in her career; some
hadn't been all that bad, really. She started getting moist as
she recalled some of the best ones. The prying fingers had great
difficulty in undoing the button at her waist, due to the
extremely tight fit of her trousers. Once it was undone, the zip
almost flew open. Lisa felt the hands slowly peel her trousers off her bottom and
down her legs to her ankles. Would her captors free her ankles
again to take the trousers right off? No! To her horror, Lisa
realised that someone was cutting the trousers! Kidnapping her
and strapping her down was one thing, but wrecking her lovely
satin trousers was quite another. She tried to wriggle, and made
as much noise as she could, but it was utterly futile. Soon her
trousers had gone completely. Lisa suddenly realised why her abductors had not rendered her
unconscious, when they easily could have. They had wanted her
fully aware of what they were doing to her trousers - the fiends! The lorry came to a halt and, to Lisa's relief, the heavy person
sitting on her stood up. The remaining straps holding her down
were released, and she was lifted to her feet, but she could not
take a step while the manacles were secured to the floor. Also,
the sheet was still strapped tightly to her body and she could
still not move her arms. At this point, Lisa realised why her abductors had put shoes on
her feet to replace the boots. She was teetering on heels even
higher than those she was used to - she was literally forced to
stand on tip-toe. What were they called? Oh yes, ballet
slippers. Even if her feet weren't manacled, she'd never be able
to run in those shoes. It would be as much as she could do to
totter along slowly. The strap around her waist was removed, but before she could
take advantage of this, strong hands grabbed her wrists and
handcuffed them together behind her back. The manacles were unfixed from the floor of the lorry, and Lisa
was forced to walk forwards, slowly and painfully. She was
lifted down from the lorry onto a hard floor. The remaining
straps round her body were undone and the sheet was removed. At first, Lisa was blinded by a brilliant light shining in her
face. Gradually, she made out that she was in a large room,
maybe a warehouse or an aircraft hangar. Suddenly, a familiar figure loomed into view. It was a tall
lady, with long blonde hair and a beautiful but cruel face. She
was wearing a black catsuit, tight enough to reveal every single
curve of her slim but voluptuous figure. Her height was
increased by her high-heeled thigh-boots. In her right hand was
a whip. It was Martha, her arch-tormentor while she had been at
the mercy of Tash! "Hello, Lisa," said Martha, her expression of welcome belied by
the cold anger in her voice. "If I am not mistaken, we have a
little unfinished business to attend to."