With brusque, workmanlike handling, Kristie was secured for her trip. The young woman was stripped naked. Her dress, underwear and shoes were carelessly tossed in a cloth bag and tossed aside for the moment.

Meanwhile, the men grabbed her arms and wrenched them behind her back. A tight leather sheathe was pulled over her arms, reaching up above her elbows and laced tight. She groaned in discomfort as her elbows were forced close together until they almost touched. Leather straps ran from it around her shoulders and torso, encircling her large breasts and meeting at her sternum, to hold the arm-binder on.

Her legs were laced tight in a similar sheathe. Before they did, however, the men bent Kristie over. Ignoring her protests, a pair of large, rubber plugs were lubed up and pushed into her holes. A tight leather belt was cinched around her waist. A thick strap ran from the front between her legs and was buckled tight at the back, holding them in.

Now, Kristie was gagged. A rubber plug, much like the ones now filling her ass and sex, was pushed between her teeth. It was attached at the rear to a harness of leather straps. Two circled around her jaws, meeting at the back of her head. Two more crossed her cheeks, meeting at the bridge of her nose where they merged into one strap circling over the top of her head to attach to the other straps behind her head. A final strap went under her chin, forcing it to close tight on the jaw-crushing gag.

Next came the hood. A thick leather bag was pulled over her head, plunging the young woman into darkness. The only openings were at the neck, one at the back, through which her light brown hair was pulled out in a pony-tail, and two small ones lined up at her nostrils, to allow her to breathe. A thick, padded posture collar went around her neck, to keep the collar on and ensure Kristie couldn’t move her head more than a few centimeters in any direction.

Kristie squirmed, helpless in her bonds, as the men picked her up. They guided her, feet first, into a canvas bag, until she disappeared completely inside. The end was laced shut. Taking a series of belts, they began to secure the bag tight around Kristie’s body, until she was a tightly wrapped package.

Finally, she was lifted up and set down into the shipping crate. Through the multiple layers of her bondage, she could feel the padded sides of the crate press close around her. A couple more straps ensured she wouldn’t be tossed around inside the crate during transit. She could barely hear, through the muffling of the hood and sack, the lid of the crate being closed over her and latched in place.

With a lurch, the crate was lifted onto a dolly and wheeled over. It was set down with the other crates waiting to be loaded onto the plane, each one holding one of the women who had been in line ahead of Kristie. Though she couldn’t see it, she could imagine the girl who’d been behind her in line now being brought forward, reluctantly stripping off her clothes while the men readied the bindings to secure her for the crate as well.

“That’s it…” Kristie thought as she waited for her flight. “Next time, I’m springing for a first-class ticket…”