They take you away

You wait, sitting on the floor naked, for what seems like hours. Finally you hear the door open. A pair of soft but cold hands run themselves over your breasts. "I told you we would meet again" says the familiar voice of the mysterious female you met in the bank.

You can't speak with a ball gag in your mouth, or you'd probably say something like "Correction. You said we'd see each other again." Instead all you can do is make a few muffled noises that no one can understand.

The mystery woman takes the envelope from you, and opens it. "Good. Very good. You brought above and beyond the amount of money we asked for. Penelope will be so happy to see you, once we're done with you. But for now, we have some places to visit." You can't see her, but she's motioning to two men she brought along to help you to your feet. "That is, if there's enough left after your little makeover spending spree we're going to treat you to" she says nonchalantly. "Why, it's possible you both may end up sold into slavery for your debts. That would be a pity, wouldn't it?" She giggles at you.

The two men roughly help you to your feet, and unshackle you while you unleash a muffled fit of anger and protests. So this was their plan all along? They must have been planning this for a long time, and you were dumb enough to fall for it.

"Oh relax, dear Rachel. Nothing has been decided yet. Who knows? Morely may decide to call it even, and let you go after we're done." The woman nuzzles you, and plants a few soft kisses on your cheek before moving down to your breasts. Meanwhile the two men have finished getting you ready for transport. They've shackled your hands and feet again, but this time they're shackled together with a chain in between. "It all depends on how much the tattoos, the body jewelry, and the breast reduction costs him, I would surmise."

Breast reduction? You gulp hard at hearing about that! Your breasts are your pride and joy. They have become your trademark.

"But just you relax about all of this. Okay? I'm sure Morely would be willing to take your vintage Astin Martin into consideration, and that alone is worth a pretty penny. The Japanese are crazy about vintage autos. You might end up being owed some money." She licks and sucks your nipples for a bit, then says. "We better be off. So much shopping to do, and so little time to do it in. Unless we go to the black market." She giggles again and it completely unhinges you.

You know from past experience what the black market means. Back room body modifications and other unscrupulous activities you don't even want to think about. If they take you there, you'll be lucky if you come out looking like the Bride of Frankenstein's twin sister.

Next thing you know, you feel fingers fiddling around with your collar. You feel a tug, and you know that someone has put a leash on you. This is about as embarrassing as anything can get. You feel a strong tug, and you know they want you to move. You can do nothing more than obediently follow.