Lisa ground her teeth in fury and then pain as the collar around her neck burst into
hideous life, making it feel as if her neck were on fire.  She had tried to ignore the
ear-splittingly loud screeching from the high in the wall of her steel cell; tried to
resist the power of whoever had kidnapped her here rather than meekly obey. Yet she should
have known better.  She had suffered before, uselessly, in futile attempts to resist.
      She had no watch or windows and thus no idea of time but her tired body told her
that she hadn’t been allowed to sleep for long.  Nevertheless, the collar had activated
when she had tried to continue sleeping and now her neck still throbbed painfully. 
      Obediently she climbed from the bed, stretching her lithe naked body.  In one of
the many rules imposed on her to make her isolation even more intolerable she wasn’t
allowed to wear clothes in bed; in fact the commands often made her strip naked.  She
suspected that was purely for the obscene pleasure of whoever the people were who had
kidnapped her and it frightened her, suspecting sudden violent rape or worse.  Yet nothing
had happened so far – apart from, well, with a young girl who had made her … do things.  
      How had this happened?  She pondered again, recalling driving her friend, Helen, to
their usual weekly gym class.  That could now have been two or more maybe several days
ago; it was difficult to judge how long the journey to this place had taken or her
subsequent time here in captivity.  
      
      Just outside the entrance to the gym complex, just a few miles from her house,
amongst a maze of warehouses a solitary figure wearing an all-embracing burka had flagged
them down. 
      “I very sorry, please, excuse but my car break down a little way road.” She pointed
past the gym complex. “Could I trouble please to take to phone box to contact garage or if
you have mobile phone I borrow…” The black eyes blinked at her above the veil.
      Although somewhat intimidated by people who wore such garb, Lisa had foolishly
ignored her better judgement.
      “Oh, OK, sit inside a moment, use my phone.” She opened the rear door, not being
silly enough to hand over her phone in case the woman bolted off.  As she struggled to
extract her phone from her bag she felt something cold and metallic painfully pressed
against the skin of the nape of her neck.
      “No move, no talk, stay facing front, hands on wheel.  Neither of you move, be very
careful I have gun.” The woman spoke very precisely.
      Lisa went cold with shock, her brain numb. If she had known it was simply a small
length of black pipe touching her she would have leapt at the woman,   but she didn’t and
neither did Helen who sat, ashen-faced, next to her. Lisa could remember the sweat of fear
trickling down her side under her tee-shirt.
      “Take the phone – and I have money we don’t want any trouble – don’t …ow,” she
yelped as the metallic object jabbed harder into her neck.
      “I say no talk, just listen or you both suffer.  If you do as told you no get hurt
and this over in a few minutes,” the woman lied.  “Drive one mile further down road then
into old quarry.  Both smile, act natural, I shall be concealed on floor.  And no tricks;
I cannot miss with this.” She viciously jabbed Helen’s neck before again prodding Lisa. 
“Now drive slowly and carefully and keep smiling in case anyone sees you.
      It was a nightmare drive. During the initial stages Lisa wanted to both be sick and
use the loo. Then her stomach finally settled a bit.  She decided that the cow was looking
for somewhere to rob them or steal the car.  So be it, she had mentally shrugged.  It made
her angry but it was better to let the woman have what she wanted rather than risk being
hurt.
      “In here, slow, now turn left here,” she indicated a small sidetrack. “Good, now
pull over by my friend.” She indicated another black-clad figure standing beside the rear
of a partially concealed van.  “Turn off engine, hand me key and again place both hands on
wheel.”
      Lisa nervously licked her lips when the other woman. Or at least she assumed it to
be a woman under the burka, opened Helen’s door.  
      “First you, blonde lady!” The woman in the back seat jabbed Helen.  “Lean forward
and place hands behind you.”
      “Look, please, there’s no need to... haah!” Lisa gasped as her neck was also
prodded by the cold metal.
       “Do it, don’t be silly, then in a few moments this over and you OK; if not, you
both get hurt.  Now hands back on wheel.”
      Lisa’s shoulders sagged but she obeyed as Helen put her hands behind her.
	Click! The person outside had snapped a pair of handcuffs onto her wrists.
	“Now you – driver, lean forward and hands behind.”
	“Please…” Lisa whispered but nevertheless obeying – anything to get this over with.  It
wasn’t dark and, although frightening, she and Helen could walk back even handcuffed if
the car was stolen.  
	“Ooh,” she winced as the cold metal painfully pinched and constrained her slim wrists.
	“That good, both out of car and kneel on ground, please.”
	“Ouch.” Lisa winced as her knees pressed against the rough ground.  She didn’t like the
kneeling bit.  Thoughts of a gangland execution flashed through her mind but she consoled
herself that the woman probably thought they would be less likely run after the departing
car.  She inwardly smiled to herself … as if she and Helen, hands cuffed behind them,
would try to stop an armed woman stealing her car. 
       “That good, you both have been very good.  Now one last thing before we go...”
	Lisa couldn’t see what the woman behind her or the one now behind Helen were doing but
her nostrils quivered at a strong, pungent chemical smell.  However, she did hear a sound
to one side and saw where the woman had thrown the short, harmless pipe which she had been
pressing against her neck. It made her begin to turn and get up, feeling more brave – but
it was far too late for that.   
	“Argghhhhh,” she had gasped for breath as a rag smelling of the stuff was shoved over
her face.  “Nooo, grraaagggghhh!” Desperately she and Helen struggled but it was useless
with confined hands and against the superior strength of their captors.  Inevitably she
opened her mouth to suck in air and the fumes made her weak before everything closed in
and she slumped to the ground.
	She wasn’t aware of the woman holding the rag to her face for a few seconds more to be
sure.  Nor was she aware of her and Helen being carried like sacks to the back of the
nearby van, dumped inside and covered over by cloth.  And if she had understood the
language used by the couple who had overpowered them, she would have heard the woman
giving instructions for her companion to drive the car to a pre-arranged location over two
hundred miles away and put it into a deep quarry, there to be met by another colleague who
would drive them both back. 

      Before the woman drove them off in the van to complete the kidnap Lisa, if
conscious, would also seen her and her companion, who happened to be a man, remove their
burkas to become less inconspicuous and blend in with their surroundings. The next thing
she became aware of was waking up on the floor of the steel prison under the command of
anonymous metallic voices.     
      How she had hated coming to her senses to find the black-clad figure standing
before her again with only the glinting eyes visible above her veil.  The only indication
of the person being a woman was the mounds of her breasts in her costume then her sharp
female voice confirmed it. It was impossible to tell how much time had passed since her
capture as her watch and handbag were missing. But she guessed it was a while, she ached
all over as if she had been carried around for ages. 
      “Wake up sleepyhead, come on, wake up!” The woman was crouching by her, shaking her
almost kindly.
      “Ow, get off!” Lisa had struggled to her feet, her face smarting from the woman’s
slaps.  “What’s going on, where am I?  Who are you?  Where’s my friend Helen?” The
questions tumbled from her lips as she tried to organise her scattered thoughts and
feelings into some sort of order. 
      “I’m afraid I not here to answer your questions, silly girl.” There was a hint of
sarcasm in the woman’s voice. She was definitely foreign, by her accent she could have
been Arabic, Turkish or Eastern European.  “I here to ensure that my orders are obeyed –
and that you obey them.”
      “Orders...what?”
      “I appreciate that all this going to seem a bit strange for you at first but sooner
we get you trained the better, I think.”  Lisa shrank from the woman whose eyes glittered
coldly and disdainfully over her, almost undressing her with her eyes. She shuddered, her
arms crossing instinctively and defensively over her chest.
      “Trained...!  What the hell’s going on? I am trained; I’m a professional. I’m a
teacher; I do the training. I demand...” Lisa’s naturally fiery nature was reasserting
itself until the woman interrupted her, punching her shoulder. 
      “Oh dear, the sooner you learn you no longer in position to demand anything the
better I think. A teacher you say, well you’ll have to learn more quickly. You look as if
you’ve slept for a week in those crumpled clothes – what a state you’re in!” Her eyes
flicked over Lisa’s dishevelled tee-shirt. “So I think that we need you out of those
things.  Get your clothes off please, Mrs Winter ...everything.”
      “What!” Lisa’s response was as automatic as it was incredulous.  She was still
slightly woozy from the sedative she had been given and now this woman, who seemed to know
her name, wanted her to take her clothes off!  She couldn’t get her head around it yet.
Also there was the chafing of a strange and heavy collar around her neck.  Then came an
agonizing and unexpected burning pain from the collar, making Lisa throw herself screaming
to the floor, her head suddenly and painfully clear. It was an awful, breath constricting
pain. 
      “Now, don’t be silly girl, get them off, please.” The woman’s voice was quite calm
and matter of fact as she fingered a remote control which Lisa guessed had activated her
collar so painfully.  She was trapped.  If she didn’t do what the bitch wanted she would
be hurt – she instinctively knew that. Nevertheless, she couldn’t just undress in front of
a stranger.  
      “Look, please...if you tell me what ... haaaahhhhhh,” The pain took her again, a
circle of fire around her throat.  It threw her to her knees, stopping her breathing and
forcing her head back in a clenched teeth grin of pain, the tendons standing out like
columns in her neck. ”Huh, huh,” she panted when the current was switched off, her fingers
failing to find any way of tearing the hideous pain-filled device from her slim neck.
      “Be good girl, I can keep hurting you until you do as told.  Now strip – or would
you like another jolt of encouragement?” The woman’s long fingers hovered by the remote
control she carried.  “And don’t even think about trying to take it off me!” She had seen
Lisa tensing herself.  “I can easily kick the shit out of you, you a soft Westerner.
Besides others are watching from behind the mirror walls.  They have similar controls to
burn that pretty head from your shoulders if you try to lay a hand on me.  Now ... hand me
your clothes – right now please.”
      Lisa remembered sniffing back tears of pain and humiliation. She obeyed her captor
and unnaturally undressed before her. It was awful.   She cringed with shame, her wide
eyed look darting over the mirrored walls of her cell, trying to imagine who might be
witnessing her shame.  She hated the thought of publicly undressing like this; she was
frightened and vulnerable.  She tried one more, almost raising her hands in supplication
to her tormentor, imploring.
      “Please...”  
      Her captor was totally impassive.
      “Now... or you get hurt again.  You have no choice, shoes, underwear, jewellery,
everything in my hands, I want you stark f—king naked,” she snarled, holding out her arms,
snapping her fingers impatiently.
       Lisa was frightened by her captor’s demeanour and the power she held over her, not
wanting to antagonise her.  Her fingers twitched on her tee-shirt before her shoulders
sagged and she tugged it off to hand it to the waiting woman. She then crossed her hands
over her sensuous breasts, covered only by her small, revealing bra.  
      “Hurry up, we all girls together here, I want it all off and right now, or I warm
up your neck again.” The fingers brushed the hateful remote control.
      “No, OK,” Lisa didn’t want to feel the pain again, she was still sore. 
      She kicked off her trainers and scrabbled to tug off her white socks, handing both
to the waiting woman. Undoing her belt, she took off her tight blue jeans, wriggling
slightly as she slid them off, folded and handed them over, regretting losing the
comforting weight of her purse and mobile phone in the pockets. 
      “Just what I expect from a Western tart, what a cheap slut!” The eyes glinted as
the gaze travelled contemptuously over her knickers, designed to titillate rather than
cover.  Each barbed word further dissolved any remaining confidence Lisa had, never
guessing that anyone other than her husband Derek would have seen those garments. 
      Now came the awful moment of truth but the woman snapped her fingers again. Looking
down, her hair forming a curtain around her flushed face, Lisa quickly unclasped her pink
bra and reluctantly slid off her thong panties.  Handing such intimate and still warm
garments brought a deeper flush to her face.  
      “Filth, Western filth!” The woman mocked her knickers, holding them at arm’s
length.  “What a complete tart, but I need everything from you – even that shit.  You now
no allowed possessions – none - to remind you of your past decadence.” 
      After that watershed it was comparatively easy to hand over her watch and bracelet
although she bit her lips when she also had to slide off her rings at the woman’s request.
Each one held a dear and intimate memory for her.  She felt as if her past, her very
being, not just her clothes, had been stripped away.  Once again she tried without success
to remove her newly acquired collar. It was the one thing she didn’t want. 
      “That remain, young lady,” the woman announced.  “It locked on firmly but if it did
come off or if someone try to remove it for you it trigger explosive mechanism which would
neatly chop off pretty head.” She ruffled Lisa’s hair playfully but with obvious sadistic
relish.
      Lisa stood with gooseflesh on her bare flesh, covering herself as best she could
with her arms, bare feet shifting uneasily on the grubby steel floor.  She could only see
her tormentor’s eyes as the woman pointedly and slowly looked her up and down before she
scrunched all of her belongings in her arms.
      “Remain standing just where you are, don’t move until told … or you regret it.  And
straighten your back, no slouching, smarten up, that’s better!” The woman’s instructions
were curt and brooked no dissent. “That collar can hurt and either I or one of my
associates can activate it from wherever we are; and it will activate automatically if you
were ever to leave your cell unsupervised.  So be a good girl.” Then, without turning her
back on her trembling victim, she left with all of her clothes and belongings.  The door
slid open electronically and locked again with a clang of finality.
      Lisa bit her full lips, shivering anew.  She was stark naked in that cell with
nothing left.  Everything familiar, her comforting handbag, phone and clothes were gone to
leave her absolutely nude and shaking with fear. One call on that phone and she could have
got help, but where was she?  Still, the authorities could trace the signal even if she
was abroad as she guessed.  But she knew that whenever they wanted these people, whoever
they were, could practically kill her with that horrible collar.  Briefly, uselessly she
felt around it again.  It was too tight to slide off and she saw from the mirror that it
looked impregnable.     
      She surveyed herself in the mirrored expanse of the walls.  Reflected back at her
was a beautiful girl of twenty-two with brown hair brushing her creamy shoulders.  Below
her 36B breasts, which showed scarcely any sagging, was a flat belly leading to a tiny
brown triangle and a pert backside from which her long toned thighs led down to her red
painted toenails.  Regular use of the gym kept her in good shape.   
      Lisa knew, she had been told by her husband and earlier boyfriends, that she was a
beauty.  She had heard some of the comments made about her by the boys in the school where
she taught.  But now she was simply a captive, a frightened, naked captive, held by these
people.  What did they want with her?  Where was her friend Helen?
      A minute passed, then ten.  She felt silly and frightened standing stiffly in the
middle of the cell without any clothes.  Her gaze darted around to take in a cot, a tiny
kitchen area and a toilet with a shower. Feeling suddenly tired she began to move towards
the one chair.
      “Aaaghhhh!” She writhed to the floor in agony as the collar exploded into life. 
Frantically she scrabbled at the silver steel as it burnt and choked her.   She didn’t
care how wildly her legs thrashed as she rolled on the floor or how her boobs bounced. 
Instinctively but uselessly she tugged at the collar which felt as if it was red-hot and
sucking the air from her lungs.  When the pain left her she was kneeling like an animal on
the floor, sweat shining on her body.
      “You under constant surveillance – and you disobeyed an order to remain standing
still,” a female voice boomed from hidden speakers. “That just a twenty second burst to
demonstrate your position.  Step out of line again and I make you dance for a full minute,
you cow.  You will learn to do exactly as told here and do it immediately.  Understand,
bitch?”
      “Ugh,y-yes,” she finally whispered through her constricted throat.
      “Although you remain totally silent at all times, when spoken to you always address
your superiors respectfully as ‘Miss’ or ‘Sir.’ Got it?”
      “Haaahhh,” Lisa threshed again on the floor as the collar briefly flared around her
neck as a brief demonstration.
      “Well?”
      “Er, y-yes Miss,” Lisa managed to croak, looking up with pain-filled eyes at her
unseen tormentor.
      “Good girl.  It always good when a bit of Western trash like you finally realise
her status.” The voice dripped sarcasm. “Now since you don’t want to stand, you can kneel,
hands clasped to neck, back nice and straight, legs wide apart.”
      “Wha-oooooow,” Lisa shrieked as even the beginnings of her exclamation made the
burning flick on and off throwing her to the ground.
      “No ifs or buts just total obedience, remember.  Do it, girl!” the voice snapped.
“Back straighter, legs wider. I seen it all before, wider.  Good, now keep it like that. 
I tell you when you move, eat, drink, sleep or shit.”
      Miserably Lisa forced herself to kneel to the cow’s explicit requirements.   She
saw her reflection, breasts uplifted with her posture, heaving, her parted sex lips
peeking from her delicate thatch; the sheen of fear etched on her red face.  No matter how
humiliating or frightening, it was a sad fact was that she simply daren’t do otherwise. 
The pain from that collar was all too real; she couldn’t fight it. 
      Yet despite the forced immobility of her body, her brain raced.  What the hell was
going on?  Did they want a ransom?  If so, they must have the wrong person, she and her
husband had little savings.  Perhaps she had been abducted by terrorists and if so was she
even still in England?  The journey here, or what she recalled from the brief snatches of
consciousness before they put her under again, seemed to go on forever. She remembered
reading a book about smuggling people out of the country in boxes or hidden compartments
and there were plenty of small airfields around her home.  Would they force her to make a
film pleading for her life and condemning the Government?  That would be so shaming,
possibly the last image people having of her as a terrified and grovelling captive.  Maybe
they were white slavers?  If so … was it… her mind had tried to shut off that line of
thought.  She was kneeling vulnerably naked and if a man suddenly came in he might do
anything to her… Being naked and with the collar she could do absolutely nothing to
prevent him.                 
      Her one stray hope was that Helen would raise the alarm, tell someone what had
happened.  Or had Helen been kidnapped too?  There were so many frantic and unanswered
questions surging through her mind.  The mental pressure constricted her brain, crushing
smothering.  She felt tired, frightened and thirsty and wanted to use the loo.    
      Finally after what seemed hours the woman’s voice again echoed round the cell.  It
made her jump.
      “I hope that silent contemplation help acceptance of your position.  You may have
questions but they will be punishable and will still remain unanswered.  You will remain
totally silent unless spoken to.  Only way is acceptance of your situation and obedience
to those who now control you totally.  You have basic cooking and washing facilities but
all can be shut off from outside cell, including the air supply and temperature.  If you
displease me I make walls ice cold, red hot, or simply deprive you of air.  Do you
understand so far, girl?”
      “Yes … Miss.”  Oh how Lisa, who had quite a quick temper, hated this crawling yet
she utterly believed that the cow could carry out her threat – and she wanted to live.
      “Good.  Well, all facilities now remain open for exactly one hour for you to eat
and shower, use toilet if you wish – and yes, even the loo can be locked.  Instructions on
expected good behaviour are on wall of cell, menus and food are in the fridge – which is
also presently unlocked.  Study instructions whilst eating.  You have exactly 60 minutes
before your evening exercise programme starts, so move that shapely arse, girl!”
      The toilet had no door and Lisa guessed that they were still watching but she dare
not worry about that.  Blissfully she emptied her bladder before showering. 
      “You have no permission to cover yourself with the towel – hang it up.  You nothing
I no seen before – but not so good as Middle Eastern women, eh?” The voice from the
speaker lied but dripped contempt when Lisa had so naturally, wrapped the towel round her
after drying. 
       She held back the tears she so wanted to shed at the monstrous injustice of the
bitch.  But she meekly hung up her scant covering – not wanting to feel the collar again.
It seemed so strange not to dress but she tried to put it out of her mind, pretending she
was at home.  She found the strict menu list and heated up the stipulated thin soup with
orange juice and sat at the tiny table to eat.  She saw that the fridge and waste bin were
fixed to the wall with a circle of floor around them and rightly guessed that they would
spin round for filling and emptying.  Again it felt weird to eat naked but tried not to
think about it as she sat, legs demurely pressed together.  She leaned forward to hide her
boobs and looked at the numerous rules and regulations now governing her existence.  It
was a nightmare, making her head spin; she’d never remember it all.
      “Five minutes left – wash up and then ready to begin.  You stand on flag embossed
onto the floor. That all flag is worth now to us and you and that is place in your cell
you always report to. ”
      Panicking, under pressure, Lisa hastily washed and put away her things. She was
ready when the voice boomed out again.  Obediently she stood on the Union Jack flag
pattern set into the floor.
      “Running on spot, go!”                   
      It was a sweating nightmare of workouts better designed for a soldier or
experienced gymnast.  Whenever her tired and aching arms or legs protested and she slowed
down, the collar would sear into life for a second to remind her that slackening from the
pace dictated from beyond the walls was not an option.         
      Now, breath pounding and gasping, she was finally allowed to stagger to the shower
and loo on quivering limbs.  After ten minutes she was ordered to bed, naked under the
sheet, to read the regulations again for half an hour before the lights were turned out. 

      There her emotions boiled to the surface and she cried her heart out like a little
girl.  She didn’t know what was going on or if she would ever get out of this hell again. 
Foetal position she sobbed, just wanting to be home with her husband or her mother,
anywhere but here.
      Despite her primeval fear Lisa somehow managed to fall asleep.  She had heard a low
hissing noise and vaguely wondered whether some sort of gas had been pumped in to knock
her out.  Her brain tried to wrestle with the implications of her now being totally
controlled by these terrible people but it was all too much and sleep finally claimed her,
natural or otherwise. 
      
Not far from Lisa’s home, the phone rang in the house of her friend, Michael. 
      “What’s the matter, Derek, are you OK?” Michael’s voice was full of concern down
the phone; he had after all left Derek’s house only recently. 
      “It’s Lisa and Helen; they didn’t turn up at the gym this afternoon, you know,
whilst you were round here helping me on my computer. And now they seem to have vanished.”
Lisa’s husband, sounded tense. Derek and Michael had spent that afternoon together and
Michael had left Lisa and Derek’s house after a take-away. “No-one’s seen them“, Derek
continued, “I just wondered whether Lisa left any messages with you.”
      “Shit, no … whatever can have...? No, no messages, but I’m sure they’re OK, shall I
pop back to your house again?”
      “No, no that’s all right; nothing you can do, the police are coming round to take
details and it’s probably best that we don’t crowd them.”
      “Look, Derek, if anything happens, or you want anything, ring me.  If I haven’t
heard from you I’ll ring you myself tomorrow morning.  But I’m sure they’ll be back soon,
they’ve probably decided to have a girlie shopping trip and a meal,” Michael sounded
confident and reassuring.
	“Thanks Mike, I’ll let you know.” Derek rang off.