Phantom's yelps were muted first by the padding of the luggage room.

Hundreds of suitcases lined the walls, each of them filled with clothes and all of them designed to keep the contents carefully packed for trips.

She struggled as a masked man held her down against the cold floor. Her yelps for help were muted second by the fat red ball-gag between her lips.

The CEO strained, her back arching slightly against the thick black cords that kept her bound and helpless. Saliva dribbled from her mouth as they shoved it into her jaw and then locked the strap behind her. She wiggled, heaving her head left and right. It wouldn't come out.

"There there," said one of the men. "You're on vacation. You shouldn't be stressing out."

All three of her captors giggled with a cruel intent. She felt their eyes hungrily scanning her bare flesh.

The hyenas cackled as one of them placed her hat atop her head. "Make sure you don't lose this."

She tried to feign cuteness, vulnerability, and innocence. She doubted that it would make them go easy on her, but it might just buy her a few seconds of weakness as they gloated. Phantom blushed, wiggled, and cooed slightly.

Her best impression of a scared, helpless damsel in distress was very convincing. One of her captors ran a gloved hand down Phantom's body, starting at her bare shoulder, circling her breast, and ending at her underwear. She tugged at the bite of the ropes.

Phantom winced. The pose of her arms behind her back made for a pleasant discomfort. The gentle friction of the ropes around her bare flesh made her bite hard on the chewy rubber of her gag. The damsel's eyes flashed back at the captors. Don't do that again, she tried to say.

The room's sound was all ventilation and the stuffy echo of close quarters. She could hear every grunt and moan she made, acted and real.

Two of the captors began helping themselves to a molestation of the maudlin exec's form. She tried to look away, burying her face in the cold floor so they wouldn't see her blush. Hands caressed her tits, snapped her bra, took a hefty grab of her rear. Firm hands just gripped her fingers shut as she wiggled.

A third captor unzipped Phantom's suitcase. Phantom's eyes went wide, and she tried to look down so as not to let them see her grow red in the face.

"Your carriage awaits, madame," said the third. She let out a long, low moan as they firmly manhandled her inside it, zipping it shut and locking it.

With nobody to see and in desperate hope of being heard, groaned and grunted and yelled as best she could into her insulated luggage case as her captors wheeled her out of the airport and into their car.