Her front door is opened

Maisie sighed as she lay on her bed, heart still beating as if it was being hammered but internally satisfied at blowing a gasket at the smug bitch that had been blackmailing. Even if nakedness was not the best symbol of victory, at least her dignity was upheld, what little she still had left after seeing those pictures. It would be boring, staying at her home, doing nothing while waiting for the authorities to arrive, but it would be worth it, and if they didn't show up, well that was proof that the woman had just been bluffing and once those pictures surfaced on the net, she'd have incriminating evidence to show that it hadn't been her fault.

Her victory was short-lived, however, when she heard an engine pulling up at the front of her house. Maisie looked out her window to see two tall, muscular men carrying a tough and heavy rectangular shaped box, almost as big as its carriers. She quickly ran to her front door, not minding her nudity, and made sure the lock was in place but to Maisie's dismay, the rattling of keys was soon heard and the door opened easily, allowing the two men to march inside, one hand on the box, and the other holding guns. The actress froze in place as the firearms were fixed on her naked body.

The two men let go of their burden; the conatiner smashed on the floor with a thunderous crash. One man kept his gun trained at Maisie while the other took out a key and unlocked the box. She was handed two rubber buds and the man holding his gun at her pointed at his own ears. Knowing what they wanted, the terrified woman placed the things inside her ear canals, blocking most of the noise from outisde.

"Good evening again, Ms. Williams." It was the bitch from before, sounding even more smug than when she'd called Maisie by phone. "I see that you have chosen the incorrect path, and as such, your transportation will not be as comfortable as it otherwise would have been. Let it be a lesson. Do yourself a favor and do not attempt to resist any further. Now, you will don the items that your handlers will give you."

Maisie's attention returned to two burly men. One had brought a suit that had a dull shine to it. The other handed her a bottle of clear liquid. "You will cover your entire body with it," instructed the woman. Her voice had been negotiable before, but not anymore. "Do it, or your handlers will make you do it." Maisie uncapped the bottle and poured the slightly viscous liquid on her hand and nervously applied it to her body. More than once she was mortified as to what the men would do with her nude body, yet they remained still as statues.

Once her body was slippery enough, the man brought forth the suit. The purpose of lathering her entire body below her neck with the slippery liquid became apparent soon enough. Her legs went first and immediately felt the unreleting grip of the rubber from the tips of her toes to her waist. It felt and looked like a second skin had been adhered to her. Her arms soon followed and the back was closed. There was a pricking sensation on her nipples, stomach, ass, pussy, and the soles of her feet. A clicking noise made her realize it was going to be impossible to escape without the key. The man took out more liquid and slathered it all over her suit. Once dull, the suit now gave an almost reflective shine. From the back of her mind, Maisie remembered some of the more daring actresses and celebrities wearing this material. Latex, it was called.

From the container, he saw them bring out a second suit, but this one was of even thicker latex and was more of a tight sleepsack than a catsuit. Her observations were proven correct once she was instructed at gunpoint to get into the sack. Her legs were **** together so tightly that they could barely move. As for the arms, they went to individual sleeves at either side of the sack, isolating them fomr the rest of her body. Similar to the first suit, this one had a zipper, but at the front this time, and it that was not all. Straps were arrayed throughout the device that were tightly pulled and each secured with a padlock. "Th-This is too much!" protested Maisie as the last padlock was clicked.

The men didn't acknowledge her at all but the woman did. "You had a chance to obey, **** Maisie." It wasn't Ms. Williams anymore. "It is clear that you have an unexpected independent streak. That will not do. We will have to take unfortunate measures to make sure you accept your new life. Do not struggle anymore, **** Maisie, or there will be further consequences."

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain on Maisie's neck. She looked just in time to see a syringe being withdrawn. "Wha-"

"A simple relaxant, **** Maisie." ****. She kept putting emphasis on that term. "It's to make sure you muscles are not atrophied during your trip. It will be quite long, I assure you, **** Maisie." The actress shook her head. She was Maisie Williams! World renown actress! She was not a ****! How did these people think they would get away with it?

Maisie could not find the strength to stuggle as her rubber encased body was picked up and placed on the long container, where even more restraints awaited her. Chains were connected to the rings at the sides of the sack, at the tips of her toes, feet, calves, legs, thighs, waist, hands, arms, shoulders, and neck. Finally, the men came with what looked like a rubber mask. It was fitted over her, with an phallic shaped latex intrusion going into her mouth . Then, she saw a... gas mask?! That's what it was. The hose at the end of the breathing apparatus was connected to a strange pump. It was **** over the hood and dark lenses took away her sight. Maisie felt her air being limited, forcing her to take deep, calm breaths. Any struggling and the oxygen would not be enough, she realized.

Finally, she felt the container being closed, and was promptly carried away into a vehicle. Maisie Williams, deaf, mute, blind, and deprived, felt the van rumble to life and drive through the night, leaving the life she knew behind.