DeviantArt has a policy where you aren’t allowed to make explicit representations of famous celebrities in any work, be it art or photos or video or literature. For that reason, I am going to say that THIS STORY IS NOT ABOUT A REAL-LIFE CELEBRITY, BUT A FICTIONAL CHARACTER. However, I couldn’t decide on a name for the fictional character, nor anything about her physical features. Just that she is a celebrity singer. So, the story will anonymously refer to my FICTIONAL celebrity as ‘her’ and ‘she’. I will leave it up to the reader to ‘imagine’ their own character to put in. Of course, my readers would never pick to put an actual real-life celebrity in the place of my fictional character. That would be terrible. So, now that we have clarified that this is a FICTIONAL CHARACTER that is being anonymously mentioned in the story, enjoy reading!

This story features a bunch of non-consensual bondage, so here is your warning! Always practice exclusively consensual bondage in real life.

______________ (the main character) walked off stage to the cheers of the crowd, spotlights following her to the bottom of the steps before turning off. Her heeled boots clicked on the floor of the stadium she had performed in as she made her way to her dressing rooms. Her boots were black and went up over her knees, tightly stretched across her legs, leaving no loose flaps in the latex. They were custom boots that were made to shine under the spotlights, just like her one-piece black leotard that had red accents across the chest. It was a very unique outfit: the places her skin was showing was like if she was wearing a speedo swimsuit, but with boots up to just above her knees. Her skin was blemishless, shining just as bright as the latex leotard and boots. Her feet hurt from the stiletto boots she had worn for the past 2 hours on stage as she walked around during her performance. She couldn’t wait to get them off and change into something more comfortable.

She closed the door to her trailer behind her and clicked across the floor before sitting down heavily in the large armchair situated in one corner of the room. ‘Well, another success’ she thought to herself as she smiled. She rested in the chair for a long moment before standing back up to start getting changed. She went to a table with her ‘comfy’ clothes on top and picked them up when a knock came on the door.

“Who is it?” she shouted, still in a good mood from her concert.

“Stagecrew, you dropped something on your way to your trailer, ma’am”, a man’s voice sounded from the other side.

She turned her to the side, trying to think about what she had forgotten. “Alright, give me just a moment!” She set her stuff back down on the table and strode over to the door, unlocking it and opening it. As she opened it, she saw the all-black uniform of the stage crew. The man was holding a speaker case in one hand and a small bag in the other. He held out the bag to her. “This was on the ground in front of your trailer.”

“Oh! Well, I don’t know what that is. It isn’t mine…” The bag was stitched with sequenz and glitter and looked a lot like it would belong to her.

“I just thought it would be yours, it definitely looks like it.” The man laughed uncomfortably. She figured that he wasn’t used to interacting with her so closely, since she was kind of a big figure.

“That’s OK, I’ll take a look!” she said, relieving the man of (what she thought) the uncomfortable presence of someone like her. She grabbed the bag and smiled a flashy smile at him and winked. The man’s face turned red and he turned around quickly, walking away awkwardly.

‘What a goofball’ she thought to herself before turning around and closing the door behind her again. She took the bag and set it down on the table, pulling a chair up next to it. She turned it over in her hands, looking at the design. She didn’t recognize it, but it REALLY looked like something she would own. The latch was a simply metal latch, and she flicked it open.

The instant the bag was open, a heavy powder exploded out, surrounding her face in a heavy cloud. She coughed and threw the bag away, standing up and physically backing out of the cloud of powder. She took a breath in and coughed, the dust getting into her lungs. Almost instantly, she began to feel sleepy. She stepped towards the door to the trailer but her body began to go limp. One of her heeled boots twisted to the side, sending her toppling to the ground. Darkness began to take hold. “Someone… he- help…” she muttered before passing out, the tranquilizer taking hold.

__________ (Our damsel) slowly regained consciousness on the floor of the trailer. She groaned, trying to remember what had happened. Her body ached all over for some reason… she didn’t know why. She tried to sit up but something prevented it. In her dazed state, nothing made sense. “Mmmmm…” she tried to say. Something restricted her speech.

The darkness slowly lifted from her mind. She realized what was keeping her from standing up: her arms were tied behind her back tightly. “Mmmmpph!!?!” She began to struggle about on the floor, discovering that it wasn’t only her hands that were bound. There was rope wrapped around her chest and upper body in a strict chest harness (she of course didn’t know what it was). She was wearing the same outfit she had been before, only now it was creased and cinched down where the rope looped over and under her breasts. Her legs were bound just as tightly as her upper body, the rope was frapped at her ankles, calves, knees and bare thighs. The rope dug into her bare skin, rubbing back and forth as she struggled. She realized her elbows were bound together to where they were almost touching, that's why her body hurt. Her shoulders were being pulled back painfully, forcing her to arch her back.

“MMMMPPHH!!!” She screamed. She felt some sort of cloth in her mouth and realized she had been heavily gagged. She tried pushing the cloth out, but wraps of tape had been looped around her head, holding it in place. Every movie she had seen, the damsel just had a single piece of tape over her mouth. But this was VERY different. Her jaw was being stretched open from the material filling her mouth and the tape pressing it tightly in. It already ached from being stretched so wide.

She looked down, noticing someone sitting in the armchair she had just been getting ready to change in. It was the stagehand from earlier, the one who had given her the bag with the powder inside it.

“MMMPPHH!!!” She screamed into her gag, struggling about on the floor. She had never experienced even the slightest bit of bondage in her life, not even the thought of it. She didn’t know that it was near-hopeless to struggle, especially with the expertise in the ties surrounding her body.

“Ahh, you’re awake! I hope your socks taste good: I found them in this basket over here…” The man waved over at what she realized was her dirty clothes bin.

“MMMMM!!!!” She was disgusted that he would shove her own dirty socks in her mouth. She tried to force them out but the tightness of the tape held it in. She flopped about on the ground, twisting her arms and legs to try to loosen the ropes. Nothing loosened.

“Hey hey hey, relax! We don’t want your pretty body getting hurt, do we?” The man jumped up and knelt down next to her, holding her in place. She screamed into her gag, demanding the man release her at once.

He laughed. “I can’t understand you… and neither will anyone else!” He stood back and up and walked over to the large speaker case he had brought with him. She began to struggle on the floor again, just as hard as before.

“Hey! I told you to knock it off! Oh well, I guess I needed to tighten up your bonds for the trip anyways…” He picked up a coil of rope from a pile of it on the floor and menacingly approached her. She cried out in desperation, her own socks and the wraps of tape silencing her incredibly effectively. The much larger man easily picked her up and pulled her into a tight ball. He tied the ends of the coil of rope to her ankles, knees, and then her arms and chest, lashing her knees to her breasts and her wrists to her ankles behind her back. She struggled feebly, no match for the much stronger man.

"I hope you enjoy the trip! I can't get you out of here with security, but you can go out with your own stage crew!" he laughed. "I'll be waiting in Toronto to pick you up."

'Toronto?!' she thought to herself. 'I'm in Michigan! That's like a 15-hour drive!' He picked her up again by the back of her chest harness, carrying her like a parcel. She screamed and cried into her gag with nothing audible leaving the room. With his other hand, he opened up the heavy-duty black speaker case, one that would fit a medium-sized speaker. Not that big of a space by any means.

'He's gonna put me in that?!?' she thought in a panic. She redoubled her efforts, but the strength of the man and the expertise of the ropes kept her completely restrained, at the total mercy of her captor. She was slowly lowered down into the case. He had to press her limbs closer into her body to make her fit, her initial ropes holding her in a ball going slack.

"Oh, looks like I need to tighten those!" he said gleefully. She screamed and yelled as loud as she could, but her long stockings stuffed in her mouth worked as phenomenal silencers. He could hardly hear anything through the tape. He knew that no one would hear her once the speaker case was closed.

He tightened the ropes holding her in a ball, even further forcing her into the cramped position. Her head was wedged sideways against her knees to make her fit. She was already getting stiff as she pulled and strained against her bonds, trying with all her might to escape.

'How naive,' he thought to himself. 'Someone so famous knows so little...' he chuckled to himself. "Have a good trip, darling! I'll be waiting..." and with that, he slammed the lid of the case shut, plunging her into darkness.

She heard him outside the box faintly. He picked the case up, slamming her weight into the top end of the case. She let out a scream in pain and fear, but he heard nothing. The case swung about for maybe a minute before she heard more voices. It was the sound of her stage crew, talking with the man. She screamed and thrashed about in the case, trying to draw attention to it. Nobody outside the case heard or noticed her, she was so tightly packed in that her movements had no effect on the case. The walls were thick enough that nothing escaped, thanks to her tape and sock gag.

When the case began moving again, she redoubled her efforts, knowing she hadn't been heard. The case was suddenly lifted up and dropped heavily on its side, much to her pain. Her head smacked against the side of the case as it tipped over, so she was now positioned upside-down. She fought as hard as her small body could, but one of the stage crew picked the case up and stacked it onto a dozen identical boxes. After more than 20 minutes of fighting, she felt the truck start and begin to move. She knew she wouldn't be heard, and as her arms began to go numb from the tightness of the bonds and the cramped-ness case, she began to realize how long 15 hours actually was going to be.