The Red Team’s Bondage Queen (M/F, MMM/F)

[Beaumains]

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and not necessarily resembles reality. It’s a foolish idea, and please, don’t try it out yourself

“So, homeland security requires your help. We’ve watched your videos and deem you perfect. Are you, by any chance, searching for a summer job?” one of the three middle-aged, suit-wearing men said to Ella. She cringed, grasping they had seen her bondage videos. Though her face was often covered with a blindfold or mask, and else, layers of make-up, colored lenses, or a wig hid her identity, they had tracked her down. Then she nodded.

The middle man sipped from his coffee. “The red team is tasked to examine the security of our country’s borders by seeking to bypass them and trace potential weaknesses before others can exploit those. For years, we’ve attempted smuggling weapons and drugs past the TSA, which, unfortunately, was often successful. Now we’re expanding to human trafficking, but dolls and mannequins aren’t quite convincing enough, so we need human volunteers.”

The third man reddened. “During our research, we stumbled upon you. We cannot pay a real pornstar with taxpayers’ money, and your videos are quite innocent. Also, you demonstrated you can endure long, eh, and tight situations. Your physique is practical too.”

Ella smirked, still blushing. She had always been the shortest girl of her class, and now, 19 years old and 4 feet 9 inches tall, only young children dwarfed her. Despite that, Ella was slim and not plump. With long, slightly curly, caramel hair, big hazel brown eyes, and half a dozen freckles on each cheek, she did not consider herself ugly. An envelope of homeland security was delivered a week prior, urging her for an interview. Now it was mid-March. She glared in the eyes of the men. “I hadn’t planned anything this summer. What do you expect of me exactly?”

“So, we desire to simulate both consensual and nonconsensual trafficking. For the former, you hide in a bag or a tiny space of a car, et cetera, and our agents attempt to bluff their way past border security. For the involuntary parts, you’ll be tied up and gagged. It’s about as intense as your videos. I mean, you traveled for free with the train as luggage too. Or was that faked?”

“No, everything is real,” Ella replied truthfully and flushed again. Only her boyfriend Thomas knew about her bondage escapades, and casually discussing them with strangers embarrassed her.

The man in the middle emptied his coffee. “We already hired a professional rigger, but the usual girls and guys he ties have displayed nudity, so we cannot hire them. Some politicians would call it a disgrace to funnel money to pain-worshipping whores. Ella, you’re ideal. Your country requires your service.”

Ella’s cheeks resembled a fire truck now. She had always worn baggy clothes and had never done any breast harnesses in her videos. Her films focused on bondage and crazy situations, not her body or genitals. Still, the dares, struggling, and occasional tied sleeping amassed tens of thousand views a week and making it a proper side-gig. Then they discussed her salary, and Ella could do nothing else than sign the contract and non-disclosure agreement. Her pay was excellent.



“Ella, ready to be packed?” Travis, the rigger, inquired. He smiled broadly. “We practiced this yesterday, so hands behind your back, young lady.” It was her third day and the first real attempt. The first day had consisted of dull protocols. The next day, they had trained for the bondage. He rolled her passport, homeland security ID, red team badge, and explanatory papers into her sleeves.

“Oh no, please no ropes,” Ella cried, causing a laugh from the two officers, who had also entered the back of the white van. They would attempt hiding Ella. Frank and Jimmy were their names, and they were long, muscular, and charismatic. Both were in their late twenties, and every TSA officer, male and female alike, would have a hard time seeing criminal masterminds in them. Travis, on the other hand, was in his mid-forties, bald, and hollow cheekbones. They would travel in two separate groups as he was also not trained to deceive the TSA.

Frank sat down and watched Travis work. “One last reminder. Today we’re using a blunt approach. You’ll be placed in a suitcase, and we get you through like usual hand luggage. This may sound absurd, but we pass them at the end of their shifts, so we got a decent chance. It’s all theatre.”

Travis tied Ella’s wrists palm-to-palm behind her with a short, soft, black cotton rope, exactly as tight as yesterday. It matched her outfit, a black spandex full-body zentai, that would make her look slightly less human. His knots were even better than Thomas’, and he was kind and respectful, something she had not encountered much in her videos’ comment sections. But hey, those paid the bills.

Next up, Travis bound Ella’s legs together in the same fashion around her ankles and above her knees. Then he inserted an earpiece in her right ear, gagged her with a medium-size black ball-gag, and taped her lips to it to restrict her voice even more. Lastly, he zipped the hood up.

“Can you hear me?” Jimmy voiced in Ella’s earpiece. She nodded. “Is the volume okay?”

Ella nodded again and also confirmed the bondage and gag were not too tight. “Great, time to move.”

Travis turned Ella on her side and pushed her knees to her chin and her heels to her buttocks. “Smaller suitcases work better,” he had said during practice. “You don’t want to slide inside.” By moving and adjusting the angles of her body, she fitted in with her spare clothes. It would warm her up but obscure and fasten her.

“Let’s get going,” Jimmy said, closing the lid and blinding Ella. A final safety confirmation was made before the three left the van and walked to the bus stop that would bring them straight to Atlanta International Airport. Travis would park the van directly near the airport and pass the gates first while Ella had a final chance to back out. Her fingers could reach a string that, when pulled, tightened an elastic band at the front of the suitcase. That was her sole form of communication.

The case was tight, and Ella’s heart pounded in excitement as she rolled into the bus. The pavement was adequate, but each little pebble and bump jolted her body as the suitcase had no suspension whatsoever. When the bus arrived, Jimmy and Frank kindly greeted the driver and took their seats. Of course, he would not suspect anything, and Ella calmed down as the 10-minute trip began. “Imagine Thomas is with you. It’s going to be fine,” she told herself.

“Still okay?” Jimmy whispered with one button on his phone, and Ella pulled the cord twice, signaling it was. She would be Frank’s luggage, so Jimmy and Travis also held his clothes. Ella had performed stunts before, being tightly bound in public in a sports bag. Once, her boyfriend had tied her up in a dog cage, placed on the passenger’s seat with a thin blanket covering it, and went to drive-throughs and a drive-in cinema. That video had gathered over 200.000 views. Luckily, she had a strong stomach, so the sudden twists and turns could not sicken her. Yet none of these things had come close to being smuggled onto a plane.

Frank forgot about Ella’s weight and accidentally dropped her when leaving the bus, causing her to scream in her gag. Her head had smacked into her knees. “Sorry about that. As a silver lining, you’re completely mute. You fine?” she heard through her earpiece and confirmed that before a mile-long hike through the correct gate began. Here, a charter flight waited as a commercial plane would complicate matters too much. They would try that next week.

Without trouble, the men strolled to the first, and only, security checkpoint, and Ella got nervous. Here the luggage would be examined, and her captors would have to pass a metal detector and full-body search. For a video, Ella would never do this. Too dangerous. On a train or bus, the probability to be found was virtually zero. Here, any half-blind goblin would see on the x-ray that no usual clothing or belongings were in this bag. It could be a mannequin or sex doll, but the organic substance would bulldoze those lies. Let alone if the bag was opened.

Her heartbeat accelerated even further as Frank and Jimmy waited in the long line, barely moving forward. Yet, her two abductors kept calm, discussing their children and the Florida beaches they were visiting together. After forever, Frank placed Ella onto the belt. He was strong and let the 85-pound girl pass for 30. The belt ran fast but stopped when a bag was checked. A suitcase was an uncomfortable transportation method.

Though this simulation had to resemble involuntary human trafficking, she fancied her captors to succeed. The humiliation would be more troubling than catching the flight and staying tied longer. Luckily, she was not obliged to act, and when ungagged, could spill the truth instantly.

“Sir, have you packed your bag yourself?” security staff asked Jimmy.

“Yes, together with my buddy Roger,” he lied. As usual, false identities were used.

“Have you been in possession the whole time?”

“Yes, miss.”

“Did anyone give anything to you?”

“No.”

“Okay, sir, have a nice day,” she told Jimmy and asked Frank the same routine questions. Ella had passed the x-ray already and tried to control her breathing. No sounds escaped her gagged mouth. She was ready for the expected “We need to search your bag,” but it never came. Frank only made small talk about the little cabin the two had rented and did not appear nervous. “Have a good day,” the exhausted officer responded.

So Frank and Jimmy wandered further, not stopped once by security and had lunch instead. Then they walked to their gate, and being a charter, could enter without further ado. Meanwhile, they had checked up on Elsa several times. Her arms started to feel numb, and her zentai suit was drenched in sweat.

Frank and Jimmy greeted Travis, who was already inside, and Ella was laid sideways on a chair. A few minutes later, another person entered. They talked as the pilot awaited permission to take off.

“Ella, we’ll untie you now,” Frank said softly during take-off. “Jimmy has briefed our pilots. Later, we’ll try a longer run and hide you from them too.”

The suitcase was zipped open, and Travis and the woman took Ella out, sprawling her on two seats. He pulled the zipper of the hood open and removed her gag. “Ella, you fine? I cannot believe you stayed unnoticed. I thought you were sent on a death march.”

“Me neither,” Ella spluttered after regaining control of her jaws. Her legs and arms were still bound, but flexing her knees, hips, and spine was already an improvement. “What happened?”

Jimmy laughed. “The lad who operated the machine wasn’t watching anymore. He was on autopilot, so to say.”

Then Ella’s eyes saw the woman, a gorgeous blonde toying with a pipe-bomb. “Hey, Ella! I’m Kelly and also part of the red team. Fantastic job.”

They exchanged grins, and Kelly opened a bottle of champagne and filled four glasses. “Sorry, you’re 19. As a government employee, I cannot provide you alcohol.”

Ella agreed and flexed her muscles, waiting to be untied. “Eh, guys, what about me?” she asked as the plane had halted its ascent.

“You know we play a nonconsensual trafficking game?” Frank laughed, refilling his glass. “You hold up better than we had anticipated, so for our research, you stay tied until we reach our hotel. Any last wish before the gag gets back in?”

Everyone laughed, and no-one jumped to her defense. Ella was dumbfounded but up for the challenge. “How about two last wishes: Can I get some water and a massage? I’m quite stiff.”

[dogrednuht123]

Excellent story. Looking forward to the next part.

[Beaumains]

Excellent story. Looking forward to the next part.

Thanks a lot. But, I will keep this story one part. This was all.