Try to escape.

As soon as I'm reasonably confident I'm all by myself in the van, I scrunch my way over to the door. I use my feet and try to pull on the handle, but it's locked. I look for the unlock button, and find that it's been disabled by the child lock.

When I look to the front seats, I see for the first time that there's a sturdy wire mesh between the front and back of the van.

"Shit shit shit" I chant out as I kick at the darkened window; but that only makes my foot hurt.

"SOMEONE HELP ME!" I scream out as loud as I can.

I hear footsteps running towards the van. Thank god someone heard me. "HELP ME! I'M BEING KIDNAPPED!"

There's fumbling at the door. And suddenly I realize my breasts are still hanging out exposed. A little humiliation is a lot better than the alternative, I figure, and the door to the van pulls open.

"Oh thank god! I was sure I was going to..." And a big hand reaches in to muffle my mouth. I look the man over. In the dim parklinglot light I can see he's heavyset, with a big belly. His other hand reaches in and forces something rubbery between my teeth.

Suddenly he's yanking me out of the van by my hair. "She's a nice feisty one," he says, and gives each of my swinging, dangling breasts a hearty slap. "But those fucking breasts. She'll do."

I dig in with my feet, try to fight, but he easily throws me over his shoulder and carries me up the steep steps into his long haul truck. He throws me into the back of his sleeper cab and says, "Let's get you out of that dress."