A private airport

She could look out the window. Maisie watched the country roads she recognized disappear, replaced with more country roads. Followed by dirt roads. It was hard to get comfortable, she couldn't stretch or do much at all and the occasional pothole sent her falling to the her side, unable to so much as support herself. Maisie kept propping herself up, she needed to see where she was. In the back of her head she kept her sense of direction as best as she could. They drove for what seemed over an hour.

The SUV turned onto, not a road, but what looked like some kind of logging trail. Maisie hadn't seen a house or building in ages. Just woods. After some time the car stopped. The car locks clicked. The men came around, helping her gingerly out of the SUV, which she definitely couldn't do on her own. The men busied themselves collecting some items from the front seat. Maisie instinctively followed them, her heels sinking deep into mud and clinking awkwardly on rocks. Another step and her heel sank suddenly, she tried to cross her other foot to keep her balance but her chains got tangled. Eyes wide, she teetered,and began to fall. With startling speed the men rushed towards her, her knee sank into the cold wet mud before they were gently lifting her up. again.

"We'll have to carry you the rest of the way." One of the men said, flicking a flashlight towards a dense forest. Hills, rocks, fallen logs and heavy underbrush. True wilderness. She was lifted up into the arms of the stooge like it was nothing. He placed her on the hood of the SUV, diving his head into the front seat once more. He came back only a moment later with some tissues and spray bottle. The man began cleaning her heels and latex of all the mud. He slid a moist towelette through her toes and under her arches until he was satisfied she was clean.

"Thanks." Maisie said to him, wondering why. Perhaps because she knew this could be much more horrible. Most girls way out here in the wilderness were dead meat. These men seemed caring, safe.

The other man showed up with a large pack and she was once again in the arms of her captors as the trudged through blackness. It was cold and she shivered in his warm arms. They walked for at least twenty minutes or so by her guess until they came to a large clearing. There were lights far ahead. She heard him on pavement. The distinct sound of an airplane roared to life. Maisie was set down outside the airplane. Her heart filled with dread. Where were they taking her?! A plane, really? It was a private jet, sleek and black. There were no buildings here. No other planes. No roads? What was this place?

"Wh... where are we going?" And of course, they didn't answer. They had her carefully walk up the stairs. The plane was meticulously styled unlike anything she had ever seen. The windows were jet black. Luxurious armchairs, plush looking neon beds, a dark red lighting, bondage posts. It was a sex plane. The men stepped past her, leading her on. They locked her chain to a pole in the middle of the cabin before the two men sat down. A pilot up front closed everything and very soon after the plane was taking off. She looked to the two men but they were just reclining, eyes closed. One had even put on a sleeping mask. The plane was picking up speed as it turned on the runway.

Maisie stumbled and looked around. The only thing within her chains reach... looked like some kind of doggy bed, but human sized. Maisie gently lowered her knees into it. It was a black, soft and velvety bed of sorts, meant to be curled up in. She lay down in it, feeling the jolts of the rough runways just in time as the plane began to pick up speed. Knowing that this plane could take her anywhere. Knowing that her friends, family could be thousands of miles away in just a few hours. Maisie cried. In the dark red light she let out everything that had just happened to her. Feeling the latex hug her even tighter in her curled position. Maisie cried out, pulling against her chains. Trying her best to somehow, somehow, take this latex suit junk off.

"Let me go, let me GOOOOOOO!" She screamed at the men. One opened an eye and then closed it again. She yelled at them for hours but they just simply didn't care. Katy lay in the bed for many more. She paced around, looking for something, some way to escape, but being in the air conveyed a sort of helplessness. It was a long flight. Still in the dark, she grew tired and drifted to sleep. When she woke up, the plane was still flying. She realized she was on the other side of the world. It was the worst feeling. Maisie preferred to stay curled up in her bed. It was her only source of comfort.

One of the men unhooked her chains while the other man grabbed a large trunk. He opened it. Maisie assumed it was more sick stuff for her to wear. One of the men picked her up and began lowering her into it. When she saw straps and a human shaped hole in it, Maisie flailed wildly and screamed. They pressed her into a foam cutout and one started maneuvering wooden slats with cutouts for her neck, then her waist and legs until she was immobilized entirely. The trunk was slammed shut. The roar of the plane went dark. Maisie couldn't hear anything anymore. The trunk was soundproof. Her loudest screams likely went nowhere. She could hear the plane land. She felt the men pick up her case. Was it them? She was carried for some time and then felt the familiar forces of a vehicle.