She was too startled to cry out or even resist and, within a few moments she was helpless to do either - her mouth was filled with a wad of cloth, held in with adhesive tape, her wrists and elbows were tightly bound behind her back and her ankles and knees were also snugly tied. Her attackers were strong and very competent.

One of them stood behind Pamela and held her arms while the other stood back and looked her up and down. "You are very pretty, aren't you, love?" she said. "It looks as if our tip-off was good."

"What tip-off?" thought Pamela, "what's going on?" But a moment later she had other things to think about as the woman came closer and began to remove Pamela's clothes. Fortunately she was wearing a dress with straps tied over her shoulders, so it wasn't torn - unlike her panties, which were ripped unceremoniously from her hips.

As her captive's body was bared, there was frank admiration in the woman's eyes. She spent a few moments caressing Pamela's high firm breasts with their dark aureoles and prominent nipples, tracing the curve of her slim waist and generous hips and, finally, exploring the thatch of blond hair at her crotch.

"Ah yes," was her comment, "very, very nice indeed! We should turn a tidy profit with this one!" At this, Pamela's embarrassment began to turn to fear - but she still offered no resistance as her captors carried her outside; her experience in the bondage games she enjoyed with her husband, told her that she was much too securely bound.

A little later a small van reversed into the drive and Pamela was gently but firmly forced inside. The sight of a naked, tightly bound man on the floor, obviously unconscious, and the slight odour of chloroform, served to increase her fear; but she knew she had no chance at all of escape, so she forced herself to relax. She listened to her captors and the men driving the van chatting as they drove.

"Well, that's the last of them," said one. "Things should get under way tomorrow." And Pamela wondered again what was to happen to her.