On your feet

'On your feet !' the space pirate had ordered, and Cheri struggled to obey. Although Pamela had made it look easy to move from lying, bound, on the ground to her kneeling position, and from there she had simply stood gracefully, Cheri was finding it much harder, writhing on the ground uselessly before managing to get up in an ungainly fashion. she was quite pleased to see that although some others had obeyed more easily, she was not the last. She looked down at Linda, still struggling on the floor, was throwing off the remains of her garments. Cheri herself, like all the other standing captives, was completely undressed.

Both pirates were now carrying long rods, ominously reminiscent of riding crops, and they arranged their captives into a single line towards the fire exit which led to the car park. An attractive redhead was first in the line, followed by two more women, and then Cheri, which gave her a good view as the younger pirate opened the doors and commanded 'Walk up the ramp'

The command might not have made sense to the girls further back, as there was no ramp in the car park, except that there was now! Where thee should have been empty space there was a ramp apparently with a rubber floor and gleaming metallic hand rails, leading to a doorway into a lit space, but this was surrounded by nothing. Cheri could see the trees on the far side of the car park, and large tower block of the Humanities building quite close to the ramp and doorway.

It was quite disorientating, and she felt herself sway slightly as her brain tried to make sense of it. At the head of the line the redhead had clearly felt the same way as she had fallen to the ground, and curled herself into a ball, saying 'Please don't make me go up there!'

Cheri thought to herself 'If we all did that they could not carry us, one by one, into their spaceship before help arrives to rescue us'