"Do You Think They'll Bring Her Back ?"

"Stoooooppppp !" Debbi's cries receded into the distance as the trolley disappeared around a corner of the vast warehouse, surrounded by twenty or so excited workers. "Do you think they'll bring her back ?" Carol wondered, unconcerned. " Probably, I expect so" Angela laughed. "In due course anyway. Fancy a drink ?"

Debbi had been siting on the trolley in a hunched up kneeling position, in order to keep covered as much as she could. But it proved impossible to keep this up at the speed with which the men were propelling her and she needed to keep spreading all four limbs to maintain her balance, much to the approval of the guys who seemed to be mainly of eastern European or Afro Caribbean ethnicity.

"Stop, where are you taking me ?"

The shouting men headed out the main entrance into the cold of the car park. They made a noisy circuit of the building, attracting curious faces to the lighted office windows. Then they burst into the next door mail delivery depot to a rowdy reception, calling "Happy New Year !" The mailmen crowded round. "Put her on the hoist" one shouted.

"No, stop, what're you doing ?"

Debbi had somehow lost her bonnet and sash, not that they had afforded any significant covering. Now completely naked, she was tied face down to a pulley system, tits dangling and legs splayed. With a slap on her ass, the pulley transport was activated and she was sent upwards and away on a grand tour of the depot !

"EEEk ! Nooooo !"

She processed up through a hole near the roof and into another brightly lit sorting space, where more surprised and laughing workers of both sexes cheered her unexpected appearance !

"Heeelp !"

After the pulley had made a circuit of that section, she returned through a hole in the opposite wall and eventually back to her starting point.

"Let me go !"

Eager hands unfastened her and returned her to the trolley so that she could be whisked back to the warehouse. Once inside, Debbi was lifted off of the trolley, strong hands grasping her arms and legs.

"Put me down !"

The consensus now was that she should be given the new year bumps, one for each year in this new millennium. She was held horizontally with her legs pulled wide apart and swung up and down on each count that was called. "2000....2001....2002...."

"Noooo, stop. What're you doing ?"

"....2018....2019 !"

"Do you think we should go and look for her ?" Carol asked, finishing her glass of wine. "It has been a while" Angela admitted. Robin and Dominic had been more concerned than the women but had been reassured that the warehouse crew were basically a good bunch and that Debbi would be good for morale !

Debbi had hoped that the end of the bumps would have signalled the end of her ordeal but the men were having too much fun. They had a desire to find out if she was ticklish and the answer that they discovered was that she was very ticklish indeed ! Thus it was that Carol, Sandra and the executives came upon a sweating and hysterically laughing Debbi, writhing and bucking uncontrollably under the insistent fingers of multiple hands. "Do you think we should interrupt them ?" Carol asked, unsure. "Nah, let them have a few more minutes. I wonder if she'll wet herself ?" Angela replied. "I guess we can forget about the can can, she's really not in a fit state and it'd be a bit of an anti-climax now" Carol laughed !