I was getting ready to go out for the evening when someone somehow got into my flat and hit me from behind.

I woke up naked and sealed into a vacuum storage bag, with a small pair of tubes up my nose feeding me air. I tried to struggle, but I could hardly move; the creak of the bag showed me it was almost impossible, and any kind of standing up or walking was completely out of the question.

What the hell was going on? Who had done this to me?

“Hurry up and get her packed”, came a voice. “She’s needed for later today.”

Needed? What for? I tried to call out but couldn’t even open my mouth as the bag sealed it shut.

I squirmed as two men picked me up. They then carried me towards a box of some kind. As I was lifted into it, I saw the sign on the side…

Livestock Transport. Handle with care.

The tubes up my nose were connected to pipes built into the box, and I was strapped in. Then the lid was closed…

There was a tiny slit in the lid; just big enough for me to look out, but no-one to see in. I could see the scenery move as I was put on a sack truck and wheeled out to a van.

My box was slid into the van; I felt the vibrations through the box and bag as I was pushed forward. Everything rocked slightly as the van door was then slammed shut.

I felt the two men get into the cab, then the van started and we drove off, taking me away from the hotel where I was supposed to have met my husband-to-be…

We seemed to drive for hours.

Eventually, the van turned onto a bumpy driveway, then pulled up.

I was unloaded then, to my amazement, carried directly onto an aircraft. I was leaving the country…!

I struggled to get free but still couldn’t budge an inch.

Suddenly, there was a click next to me. My movements must have triggered some kind of security measure; a sickly-sweet smell entered my nostrils, and everything went black…

It was dark when I next awoke. I had no idea where I was; whether I was still in the air, in another van or arrived at my destination.

I suddenly realised that my box was now upright; surely, I was at the end of my journey…?

“Open it up”, came a voice. “Let’s see if the goods have been damaged in transit.”

There was the sound of some locks being opened, and the lid swung open. I blinked as lights suddenly went on, momentarily blinded after the darkness.

Someone lent forward and moved my breasts from side to side, inspecting me. They also checked between my legs.

“She’ll do…”; a woman’s voice…

The woman unlocked the straps holding me in the box, and my bagged form fell forward and rested against her.

Disconnecting the tubes from the box, she cuddled me.

“Aren’t you being a bit forward on our first date?”, she asked. “You’ve practically thrown yourself at me…”

She chuckled and lifted me out of the box, putting me instead on a cot in the room. The two men then closed the box up.

Fishing out a bundle of money, the woman paid the two men. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

“No problem, ma’am.”

The men then picked up the box and left.

I was already struggling frantically on the bed, trying to get free of the bag.

“Calm down…! You’ll be out of that, soon”, the woman said. “Let me find someone to get you showered and dressed, as long as you behave.” This was said with a meaningful look at me.

Hatred in my eyes, I carried on struggling.

“Oh well; if you’re going to be like that, I might as well leave you in your bag for the night.”

Sadly, the woman walked out of the room, turning the lights out, and shut and locked the door.

I was terrified and furious.

What the hell was going on? I wanted out of this damn bag! I wanted to go home! She had no right to keep me here, especially in this junkpile of a room!

I wore myself out trying to escape; eventually, I just dropped off into an uneasy, exhausted sleep…

Next morning, the woman came back into the room.

“Well, are you ready to co-operate…?”

Then she saw I wasn’t moving…

I’d been sealed into the bag for way too long; I was supposed to be ‘unwrapped’ as soon as I arrived, and I’d already been delayed in customs for twenty-four hours, which I had slept through whilst drugged by the box.

I was semi-conscious and delirious, suffering from severe dehydration.

With a howl, the woman ripped the bag open and cradled my sweat covered body in her arms…

“Sarah! HELP!”

A woman in a maids uniform came rushing in.

“She’s dying! Help me! Get Doctor Quinn!”

Sarah grabbed a phone from her apron, and made a call…

I was dimly aware of what was going on around me; I was too weak to even move, though. I was really surprised, however, when the woman’s lips brushed against mine…

“Hang on, darling”, she said. “I didn’t go to all this trouble finding you just to lose you again…”

What on earth was she talking about…

Everything must have gone black again… when I next was aware of my surroundings another woman was sitting by me on the cot, a bag next to her.

“You’re extremely lucky, young lady”, she said. “Another hour or so in that bag and you wouldn’t have made it. As it is, you’ll need to rest for a few days before you can do anything.”

She spun round and looked at the woman sitting on a chair by the bed.

“You hear that, Hannah? Rest. Not another one of your damn games, and certainly not sex! Will you ever learn?”

Hannah put her hands up in a gesture of surrender.

“You’re preaching to the converted, love. It was just a silly prank that went wrong. However, I did have to get her into the country unnoticed. Her parents were so controlling they were trying to get rid of her in an arranged marriage, and I couldn’t have that. I love her…”

Who was this woman? Why was it I didn’t seem to know anything about her, and how come she ‘loved’ me?

With a groan, I tried to sit up. The doctor gently pushed me back down again.

“No, you don’t”, she said. “My prescription is bed rest. For at least two days.”

I tried to say that I wasn’t even supposed to be there, but my voice wouldn’t work, it just came out as a quiet croak.

“Not surprised at all you can’t talk”, said the doctor. “Serves you right for doing something as crazy as the stunt you pulled.”

Indignantly I tried to explain, but I was just too tired, and I sagged back onto the bed.

To my amazement, Hannah reached over and held my hand, then stroked my head, cupping my cheek in her hand. I tried to pull away, honest, but it just felt too good…

Then, she kissed me.

She didn’t do anything else; the glare from the doctor made sure of that. However, I was in a real state internally. I’d never been kissed like that before…!

I gradually got better over the next few days; the trauma of my ‘shipping’ gradually fading.

Hannah acted like a mother hen round me, as did Sarah; I was amazed with the amount of respect they both showed me, despite the fact that she had had me kidnapped.

I was sitting up in bed when Hannah next came in.

“You’re looking better”, she said. “I am so sorry about that. I had no idea you were going to be delayed in customs.”

She looked down at the floor and swallowed.

“If you want to leave now, I’ll let you go. I’ll even pay for your plane ticket back. I really hope that you’ll stay with me, at least for a little while…”

I thought back to the kiss that she had given me earlier.

“Ok, I’ll hang around for a while; however, I reserve the right to leave at any time.”

“Of course you can”, Hannah replied. “I think they call it ‘freedom’…”

She then came over and gently hugged me.

“Do you feel up to coming to see your actual room, now, my darling?”

Hannah took me by the hand and led me up quite a few stairs.

We came out onto a beautifully sunlit corridor; there was windows all along the ceiling.

The walls were lined with murals and paintings, almost like a Greek temple.

The floors were marble, a little cold through the slippers that Hannah had got for me, but not too bad.

She then led me into a bedroom which, on its own, was the same size as the flat I had been living in back home, and about the same size as the rooms in my parents’ mansion.

“Wow…”

“This is your room”, Hannah said. “I’ve even managed to find you a piano.”

I spotted the Steinway tucked away in one corner; the room was so big it had managed to conceal a grand piano. With a squeal, I shot over, parked myself at it and started playing. I winced once or twice; Hannah obviously had no idea how these instruments should be treated.

“It’s beautiful, but it needs to be tuned”, I said. “The upper F and G# are a bit out.”

Hannah giggled, then looked at Sarah, who had come in hearing the music.

“Get the Piano Tuner back in, will you?”, she said. “He’s missed something.”

Hannah then snuggled down onto the stool next to me.

“Play me something, please…”

I did.

When I’d finished, I looked over at Hannah. Tears were streaming down her cheeks…

“You were like that in college”, she said. “Always a perfectionist, but always playing with feeling, not just technique. I loved you back then, and I still do now.”

She put her arm round my waist, resting her head on my shoulder.

“God, I’ve missed you…”

Who the heck was this woman?

She seemed to know everything about me, and I knew nothing about her. I did, however, feel comfortable around her, for some reason. More and more, I was feeling that I was going to stay.

I was settling into my new room and trying to get some sleep that evening when I heard the scream…

I had never moved so fast. I went flying out of bed and into the corridor, managing to pick up where the noise was coming from, as the person who screamed was still moaning loudly.

It was Hannah. She was in the middle of a nightmare…

I just reacted.

“Hannah! Snap out of it!”, I said, putting my hands on her shoulders. Big mistake.

Without even waking up, she threw me across the room. I slammed into the wall and slid down it, unconscious before I hit the floor…

Sarah had to clean up the mess.

From what she said, she had also come in to check on Hannah and had got there just in time to see me go flying. She’d quickly checked to see nothing was broken then carried me back to my bed. She’d then come back into Hannah’s bedroom and slapped her, hard.

Hannah had jolted awake.

“You silly bitch!”, said Sarah, losing her temper for once. “You could have killed her!”

“Oh no, I didn’t, did I?”

“Yes, you damn well did! She’s back in her bed, now, but she’s out like a light, and she’s going to have one hell of a headache when she wakes up! She only came to help. You keep forgetting your strength; after all, you’ve still got it from when you were a man.”

“Damn…”

Next morning, Hannah sheepishly came into my room.

“Sorry…”, she said, contritely. “I keep forgetting how strong I am. There’s something you need to know about me…”

“It’s ok, Steve, I’ve worked it out”, I said. “That throw was a classic wrestling move. Now I know why you’ve got the hots for me. We had a really good time at Uni…”

Hannah blushed.

“Yes, and do you remember why you broke it off…?”

“Yes, I said I wasn’t wired that way. I was only really into girls…”

“Ta Da…”, said Hannah, gesturing at herself. “I did this for you. However, while I was away having the op and recovering, you transferred out. I thought I was never going to find you. I had to pay that slaver ring to ‘acquire’ you, in the end, and we both know how that turned out.”

“Oh, I don’t know”, I said. “It’s brought us together, hasn’t it?”

I then held my arms out to Hannah.

“C’mere…”