Claire knew if they hadn’t been in big trouble before the wooden boxes had been brought downstairs and her friends dragged out of the confining closet to see them, they sure as hell were in BIG trouble now. Earlier that evening, the group consisting of her, her best friend Anna, Nicole, and Ellen had snuck through a door that was often left unlocked into the split office/warehouse building owned by one Randal Hull. He’d been involved in some shady business dealings, and they wanted to dig up some evidence on the drugs that he was most likely moving using the warehouse as a storage facility. They’d split up upon entering, Nicole and Ellen taking the warehouse while Claire and Anna had started in the office building.

Half an hour later, Claire had tiptoed past a closet in one of the basement rooms when she heard some muffled voices coming from inside and with a knowing glance at Anna, she opened the door to reveal their bound and gagged friends. Nicole had been ambushed behind some crates, some brute had snuck up on her and grabbed her from behind, a gloved hand over the mouth preventing her from warning Ellen as she was dragged behind another set of boxes. A squeal soon after told her all she needed to know as two more men appeared with ropes and duct tape in hand.

Now their outfits which consisted of a tank top, zip up hoodie, black cargo pants, and lug soled boots for Nicole and a long sleeve top, denim skirt, stockings, and black ankle boots for Ellen were newly accessorised with restraining bands of rope and duct tape around their wrists, elbows, chest, waist, thighs, knees, and ankles. A short rope connected to their chest ropes tethered them to the closet bar, keeping them helplessly in place. Duct tape was wrapped around their heads, looking like at least 5 turns of tape to seal in some sort of stuffing in their mouth and reducing their cries and pleas to mere whimpers. “Oh shit.” Anna immediately darted forward to work on Nicole’s gag.

Claire took two steps forward to do the same before both Nicole and Ellen’s eyes went wide and their mmphs became more urgent and a gloved hand appeared and clamped itself over Claire’s mouth and hauled her backwards into the chest of a burly man. Trapped between her captive friends and another hulking brute, Anna stood no chance at escaping either and was soon subdued. Additional men with rope emerged and Claire could only watch as her thigh high suede boots, jeans, and turtleneck sweater were tightened against her body as rope was used to restrain her in an identical manner to her friends. She glanced over at the men who were working on Anna tying up her knee high brown boots and causing the leather to squeak. The rest of her outfit consisted of stockings, a black miniskirt, and a cream coloured blouse which were all scrunched up as ropes bit into them to ruthlessly restrain them.

Unlike their friends though, Claire and Anna were gagged with black rubber ballgags, the thick rubber forced between their teeth and filling Claire’s mouth with the taste of rubber which caused her to wretch. Both girls were pulled to their feet and carried over to the closet, where space was made between their friends and they were tethered in place as well. The door was then slammed shut and the lock clicked, plunging them into darkness in the dark confines of the closet.

Another half an hour of struggling had ensued between the girls, desperately searching for knots around the wrists to be able to free themselves but the job was unsuccessful. Then the door had been unlocked and opened up, blinding all four girls. Claire barely had time to blink spots from her eyes before her rope tether was undone and she was dragged out into the room where her heart absolutely sank. Four long wooden boxes lay on the ground. Long enough to, say, hold a captive female snoop when she was tied up. As her friends were brought out behind her, she could hear a fresh bout of struggling and gagged cries as they also spotted the boxes and knew what was coming. Randal then walked into view. “You made it all too easy girls.” He laughed as he inspected each of us, held in the grip of a much bigger lackey. “A couple rumours down the grapevine, an unlocked door, and none of you were even remotely surprised at how convenient it was for you! But alas, you were getting a little too close for comfort and we will fix that in short order.”

He opened up the latches on one of the boxes, revealing multiple leather straps spaced evenly inside. “So, who first?”

Claire had been voluntold and with practiced efficiency, she was laid in the box and the straps pulled tight around her body. A leather collar was wrapped around her neck and padlocked to the box, keeping her completely immobile except for her fingers and wiggling her feet in her boots. Then the lid had been locked in place and she was once again plunged into darkness. Though muffled, she’d been able to hear some struggles outside of her box as her friends were also forced into their wooden confines and strapped in tightly. Ten minutes and a short transportation later, Claire’s box was finally placed onto a surface and someone’s box was stacked on top of hers. Two more were stacked beside her and all were strapped tightly in place. Straining her ears, she could hear the muffled whimpers and sobs of her friends trapped in their wooden prisons and finally, she let tears begin to leak down her face and into her hair. They were being shipped to who knows where in small wooden boxes, and there was no escape for them this time.