Charlotte is prepared for shipment!

The former Agent is relieved to be out of the fetish gear.
She's not tied to the ceiling.
She has no dildos in her causing pleasure and pain.

That said, she's naked and her hands are tied behind her back.
She is blindfolded.
She is gagged.
She has a collar on and is being pulled by one of the men on a leash.

"Still a fighter, eh?
I can respect that," the man says, "It is futile, but I can respect it."

Charlotte kept struggling.
He pulls hard, forcing her onto her heels to get her attention firmly.

"You're going to packed up for your new owner.
I can make this easy or make this difficult.
Tap your foot once for easy and twice for difficult."

Two firm taps.

"Alright then..."
He takes the long end of the leash, wraps it through the outside of her pussy and back around the front.

He yanks on it, forcing the leather to rub her poor pussy harshly!

'Fuck fuck FUCK!'
He doesn't let up.

Finally, he stops and gives her the same choices.