Not well.

Samantha felt the bumps, as she laid there nude and collared in the fetal position, as the plane hit the run way and her whole body bounced several times off the floor of the crate landing uncomfortably each time. She said “ow!” Loudly and got shocked for even more pain. She teared up again.

She felt the plane taxi over to a terminal and got hopeful her ordeal would soon be over. As she felt the plane come to a complete stop, she could hear the people above her starting to get up and reach for carryon belongings. She felt her crate unlock from its positions and the wheels underneath start to roll. She got up into a squatting position covering her small breasts with one arm and her pussy with the other. She didn’t know when she’d see people and this was as good as it would get for her dignity. She saw the cargo door open and her crate start rolling down a ramp towards the terminal.

******

Meanwhile Tiffany was up in the cabin getting ready to leave the plane. She still had her tablet in hand and looked at the collar control settings. She had earlier set the collar’s bark and noise control setting to zero tolerance with a shock setting of 5/10. Her sister would experience a decent amount of pain if she tried to talk but if she was **** she could still talk through the pain until Tiffany decided to turn up the shock setting.

She got an alert that her “pet may be in an aggressive position”. She looked at the collar’s control status and saw that she was crouched on her hind legs. Of course those were her only legs but the collar didn’t know that. She changed it so that Samantha could lay down but if she was up she could only be on all fours or she would be shocked. She got an evil grin as she imagined Samantha below panicked and not knowing what was going on.

******

Samantha felt the moisture between her legs and prayed for her sister’s understanding. Her crate was now on a conveyer belt and it was too dark to know where it was taking her. Every so often the crate would hit a bump and change directions. She guessed it was some sort of sorting machine.

Suddenly the shocks kicked back in. She wasn’t making any noise and didn’t know what was setting them off. It was painful and wouldn’t stop. ‘Was it defective?’ She wondered.

The pain became difficult to deal with and she fell to her side while trying to pull the collar off and they stopped. She breathed a sigh of relief. She got back up into the crouched position but they started again. She realized she couldn’t be in this position for some reason. She went back to the fetal position as it covered her mostly and wasn’t setting off shocks. She waited as the crate moved towards a light from this mostly dark luggage sorting conveyor belt. She hoped wherever she was going only her sister would see her and then take this collar off.