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Description
Movie star Natalie Portman falls in the hands of a large, sex trafficking ring, that molds its products into the best of slaves.

(F+M+/f+, Natalie_Portman, bondage, slavery, abduction, training, nc)

GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNING

LIGHTS

"Miss Portman, your limo will be outside shortly", the helper notified. "Thanks Georgina, i might return a little later than usual, with the after party and all", Natalie replied. It took a good couple of hours, but she was ready for the grand premiere of her new film. She was really excited about this one, she had big hopes for it. If she ever was to get a seconds Oscar, this was definitely it.

Her luxurious limo took her and her husband, right where the red carpet started, in front of a huge crowd of photographers and lifestyle reporters. An assistant opened the door for her to step up and immediately, all eyes were stuck on her. The gorgeous 37 year old actress was as stunning as ever, dress in a long, red, flowy dress. She smiled for the cameras, and posed like a real model. Natalie was a part of the star system ever since she could remember herself, but still, being on the spotlight was something she took in with pleasure, even to this day.

With the flashing lights and the busy chatter slowly dying down, the crowd gathered inside for the screening portion of the night. Natalie sat in the first row, her long, brown hair cascading down her left shoulder, her golden earrings and necklase still shining through the dark screening hall. She looked up at the big screen with a smile of accomplishment. The movie looked great, and she looked great in it.

After about 2 hours, and a quick speech from the director, the crowd stood up, ready to head on to the after party of the premiere. "Here", Natalie's husband handed her her stylish but warm jacket, along with a thick scarf. Hanging out with a fabulous dress was all good and fun, but the cold outside was chilling, and Natalie wanted nothing less than to go outside in this little fabric.

"Just wait a second, i need to go to the bathroom", she said to him, and headed off, their limo waiting where it had left them. The long halls, around the movie theater, were much more empty than one would expect. Natalie wasn't sure where the restroom was, but how hard would it be to find it. As she made her way through the halls, she spotted a couple of gentlemen, both dressed up for the event. One was bald and clean-shaven, while the other looked to have more of balkan origins, sporting a moderately trimmed beard. They were both very big and strong-looking, the tiny woman would probably need a stool just to reach eye-level. "Hello Miss Portman, another great performance, as usual", the bald man complimented her. "Thank you very much...", Natalie tried to be done with the pleasantried politely but quickly, but the man continued. "Actually, we are associated of mister Spielberg, and he wanted to meet you in person, to congratulate you. He also said to inform you of a role opportunity you has for you", the man said with a warm smile.

"Spielberg, here?", Natalie was taken aback by that sentence. "Yes, he wanted to remain away from the press, he just came here to talk to you", the man said and raised her hand, pointing towards his boss' whereabouts. "I guess i have to say hello", Natalie thought. She was always a huge fan of the director, and she'd never pass on a chance to work with him. The two, bodyguard like men, escorted miss Portman through the halls, taking quite a few turns. "He is sitting in one of the more hidden green rooms, he didn't want to cause a ruckus", the man apologized for the longer than expected route.

Natalie was started to get irritated, when they went down a metal, circular staircase, seemingly not leading to anywhere. She was right, when the staircase ended, they were just in a pretty dark room, only a big red safety light was on, on one of the walls. The woman was now seriously worried. "I...think i'll...meet with mister Spielberg another time, she went to back off the men, but she was flanked between them, her back hitting against the bearded guy behind her.

Before she could do much else, he swiftly pinned her arms on her sides with one massive grab, while putting his other hand over her mouth, before she could have a chance to scream. "MMMMMMMMMMmffff", the woman jerked and struggled, while remeaning in place. The man could subdue three of her at the same time, never mind one. "Actually miss Portman, you'll be coming with us", the bald man replied, with a much colder tone than before.

As the woman pointlessly twisted and turned, moaning in the balcan guy's grip, the man produced a rag from his pocket, along with some duct tape. Natalie was free to speak for approximately 0.23 seconds, before the rag was forcibly stuffed into her mouth. A couple of strips of tape were then pressed over her lipsticked lips. Natalie was then turned around, so the man could bind her arms together with tape. He did so on her wrists, and above her elbows, so the girl could not even squirm. The jacket and scarf that Natalie was caring along her walk, were now on the floor. The man picked them up and proceeded to fix the jacket over the woman's shoulders. He then twirled the scarfed around the woman's neck and lower face, hiding the tapegag very well. Finally, he took out a pair of dark sunglasses, and placed them over the young woman's eyes. It was a usual celebrity trick, to remain unspotted, so no one would thing of it differently. He then nodded to his accomplise to continue their course.

The bound and gagged actress was led through the underground corridors of the theater, for a couple of more minutes. They finally reached a small exit door, where a young man was waiting for them, smoking a cigarette. "Finally", he told them with a cool attitude. No one else was around the small alley. The exit was a secret way out for celebrities who wanted to escape the paparazzi's eyes, without much trouble. Not many knew this path but this man. He was a low-end worker for the theater, looking to make an easy money grab.

"So, about my payment", He said with same smug look. He had been promised 10000 dollars for this gig. "Sure", the balkan guy responded in a broken accent. He then raised a silencer pistol and shot her right in the forehead. Natalie would have screamed her lungs out, if she wasn't just frozen with shock! Things were looking really bad right now.

The man stashed the dead body into the a corner of the doorway. "Shall we miss Portman", said the bald man, putting his arm around the woman, as if to escort her. The bearded man approached Natalie from the other side. The actress could feel the barrel of his gun, against her side.

The exit was far away from the glamourous entrance of the huge building. They walked across the empty alley way, as fast as a celebrity actually moves when avoiding unwanted attention. A black limo with tinted window, was waiting for them at the end of the alley. Only dangerous part was the 3-4 yards they had to clear, on the sidewalk. As the men "escorted" the famous actress, a small group of girls, hanging outside a nearby store, recognized her. "Natalie! Natalie! can i please take a selfie?", one of them approached them. "She's too tired for photos, girl", the bald man replied to her, while helping - or rather pushing - the woman into the limo's back seat. As soon as they were all inside, the car took off, in front of the girls' eyes.

"Pff, such an stuck up bitch!", the young girl scoffed, annoyed. "I knew we'b like that, she always gave me this snobby vibe", one of her friend's commented.

The long drive was more stressful than tiring for the pretty movie star. Forced to sit between her two kidnappers, bound, gagged, and terrified of what was next. After securing their target on the car's leather seats, with a leather strap across her neck, and two more around her waist and ankles The men wanted to kill some time, after staying pretty quite for the first 40 minutes. "I really like dat vendetta movie you were on", the balkan man said to the captive woman, with the same balkan accent. She looked up at him, with a puzzled look that said, "what do you want me to do with this information?". "It was ok...", his partner shook his head, kind of perplexed. "The scene were she gets kidnapped, though, not very realistic", he said to his friend, as if the woman they were talking about wasn't standing between them. "Yes, bag over head, very bad way...too easy to escape", the bearded man agreed.

The ride continued for about 20 more minutes, with the men chatting relaxed, until they reached a small field, where a small jet was waiting for them. It was well past midnight, and the area was clear of any homes, like an abandoned airport. The car's lights illuminated the plane. One, equally well dressed man, was waiting outside the plane's entrance, while two others were carrying inside the jet what looked like a big, rectangular box, like a small coffin. Natalie was taken out of the car, the bald man easily pulling her along from her restrained arms.

"Number 2198?", the man asked. He wasn't in the mood for much chatting, and was just following protocol. "Yes", the bald man replied. Natalie could now see another box like the one she'd seen earlier, lying on the ground near them. It was actually a wooden crate. It had the number 2198, stamped on the lid with black ink.

"This is the last one", he said to the other two, as they were returning from inside the plane. The men were too tired of waiting for the last "package" to be delivered and so, they didn't waste any more time. Without a word or a warning, the two new men begun ripping Natalie's expensive dress and jewellery off, like they were simply obstacles to their work. "Nnnnnn! pllllls!", she begged them to stop, but they continued as if she wasn't even there. Her bra and underwear were on the floor in seconds, along with her red, Versace dress and her heels.

One of the plane guys opened the crate's lid. The inside looked like a plastic container, with a dent, the size of a human body, outlined. The outline of the hollow sillouete had foam padding around it, too be able to secure snuggle any size of female. Around the "place-holer" were some strategically placed straps, along with an oxygen tank and a clear mask, on the bottom. With a swift move, Natalie was of the ground, and before she had time to realize it, she had been placed inside the plastic "vessel", feeling the foam surrounding her body, covering everything but her front. As much as she had struggled, and it was a lot for her, the two new men had no trouble strapping the first leather strap over her eyes, securing her head, the second and third over her upper and lower chest, the fourth one over her waist, the fifth one over her knees, and the last one securing her ankles. Natalie was moaning pathetically now, losing more and more control over her situation. She only felt the oxygen mask being applied over her taped mouth and nose, and the canister turned on with a couple of rotations of its screw.

Natalie then heard the sounds of a hammer, nailing the lid on the crate she was now well trapped in. She then felt the crate being raised off the ground, as she was carried inside the jet, with around 10 more crates, already waiting to be transfered.

Description
Movie star Natalie Portman falls in the hands of a large, sex trafficking ring, that molds its products into the best of slaves.

(F+M+/f+, Natalie_Portman, bondage, slavery, abduction, training, nc)

GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNING

LIGHTS

"Miss Portman, your limo will be outside shortly", the helper notified. "Thanks Georgina, i might return a little later than usual, with the after party and all", Natalie replied. It took a good couple of hours, but she was ready for the grand premiere of her new film. She was really excited about this one, she had big hopes for it. If she ever was to get a seconds Oscar, this was definitely it.

Her luxurious limo took her and her husband, right where the red carpet started, in front of a huge crowd of photographers and lifestyle reporters. An assistant opened the door for her to step up and immediately, all eyes were stuck on her. The gorgeous 37 year old actress was as stunning as ever, dress in a long, red, flowy dress. She smiled for the cameras, and posed like a real model. Natalie was a part of the star system ever since she could remember herself, but still, being on the spotlight was something she took in with pleasure, even to this day.

With the flashing lights and the busy chatter slowly dying down, the crowd gathered inside for the screening portion of the night. Natalie sat in the first row, her long, brown hair cascading down her left shoulder, her golden earrings and necklase still shining through the dark screening hall. She looked up at the big screen with a smile of accomplishment. The movie looked great, and she looked great in it.

After about 2 hours, and a quick speech from the director, the crowd stood up, ready to head on to the after party of the premiere. "Here", Natalie's husband handed her her stylish but warm jacket, along with a thick scarf. Hanging out with a fabulous dress was all good and fun, but the cold outside was chilling, and Natalie wanted nothing less than to go outside in this little fabric.

"Just wait a second, i need to go to the bathroom", she said to him, and headed off, their limo waiting where it had left them. The long halls, around the movie theater, were much more empty than one would expect. Natalie wasn't sure where the restroom was, but how hard would it be to find it. As she made her way through the halls, she spotted a couple of gentlemen, both dressed up for the event. One was bald and clean-shaven, while the other looked to have more of balkan origins, sporting a moderately trimmed beard. They were both very big and strong-looking, the tiny woman would probably need a stool just to reach eye-level. "Hello Miss Portman, another great performance, as usual", the bald man complimented her. "Thank you very much...", Natalie tried to be done with the pleasantried politely but quickly, but the man continued. "Actually, we are associated of mister Spielberg, and he wanted to meet you in person, to congratulate you. He also said to inform you of a role opportunity you has for you", the man said with a warm smile.

"Spielberg, here?", Natalie was taken aback by that sentence. "Yes, he wanted to remain away from the press, he just came here to talk to you", the man said and raised her hand, pointing towards his boss' whereabouts. "I guess i have to say hello", Natalie thought. She was always a huge fan of the director, and she'd never pass on a chance to work with him. The two, bodyguard like men, escorted miss Portman through the halls, taking quite a few turns. "He is sitting in one of the more hidden green rooms, he didn't want to cause a ruckus", the man apologized for the longer than expected route.

Natalie was started to get irritated, when they went down a metal, circular staircase, seemingly not leading to anywhere. She was right, when the staircase ended, they were just in a pretty dark room, only a big red safety light was on, on one of the walls. The woman was now seriously worried. "I...think i'll...meet with mister Spielberg another time, she went to back off the men, but she was flanked between them, her back hitting against the bearded guy behind her.

Before she could do much else, he swiftly pinned her arms on her sides with one massive grab, while putting his other hand over her mouth, before she could have a chance to scream. "MMMMMMMMMMmffff", the woman jerked and struggled, while remeaning in place. The man could subdue three of her at the same time, never mind one. "Actually miss Portman, you'll be coming with us", the bald man replied, with a much colder tone than before.

As the woman pointlessly twisted and turned, moaning in the balcan guy's grip, the man produced a rag from his pocket, along with some duct tape. Natalie was free to speak for approximately 0.23 seconds, before the rag was forcibly stuffed into her mouth. A couple of strips of tape were then pressed over her lipsticked lips. Natalie was then turned around, so the man could bind her arms together with tape. He did so on her wrists, and above her elbows, so the girl could not even squirm. The jacket and scarf that Natalie was caring along her walk, were now on the floor. The man picked them up and proceeded to fix the jacket over the woman's shoulders. He then twirled the scarfed around the woman's neck and lower face, hiding the tapegag very well. Finally, he took out a pair of dark sunglasses, and placed them over the young woman's eyes. It was a usual celebrity trick, to remain unspotted, so no one would thing of it differently. He then nodded to his accomplise to continue their course.

The bound and gagged actress was led through the underground corridors of the theater, for a couple of more minutes. They finally reached a small exit door, where a young man was waiting for them, smoking a cigarette. "Finally", he told them with a cool attitude. No one else was around the small alley. The exit was a secret way out for celebrities who wanted to escape the paparazzi's eyes, without much trouble. Not many knew this path but this man. He was a low-end worker for the theater, looking to make an easy money grab.

"So, about my payment", He said with same smug look. He had been promised 10000 dollars for this gig. "Sure", the balkan guy responded in a broken accent. He then raised a silencer pistol and shot her right in the forehead. Natalie would have screamed her lungs out, if she wasn't just frozen with shock! Things were looking really bad right now.

The man stashed the dead body into the a corner of the doorway. "Shall we miss Portman", said the bald man, putting his arm around the woman, as if to escort her. The bearded man approached Natalie from the other side. The actress could feel the barrel of his gun, against her side.

The exit was far away from the glamourous entrance of the huge building. They walked across the empty alley way, as fast as a celebrity actually moves when avoiding unwanted attention. A black limo with tinted window, was waiting for them at the end of the alley. Only dangerous part was the 3-4 yards they had to clear, on the sidewalk. As the men "escorted" the famous actress, a small group of girls, hanging outside a nearby store, recognized her. "Natalie! Natalie! can i please take a selfie?", one of them approached them. "She's too tired for photos, girl", the bald man replied to her, while helping - or rather pushing - the woman into the limo's back seat. As soon as they were all inside, the car took off, in front of the girls' eyes.

"Pff, such an stuck up bitch!", the young girl scoffed, annoyed. "I knew we'b like that, she always gave me this snobby vibe", one of her friend's commented.

The long drive was more stressful than tiring for the pretty movie star. Forced to sit between her two kidnappers, bound, gagged, and terrified of what was next. After securing their target on the car's leather seats, with a leather strap across her neck, and two more around her waist and ankles The men wanted to kill some time, after staying pretty quite for the first 40 minutes. "I really like dat vendetta movie you were on", the balkan man said to the captive woman, with the same balkan accent. She looked up at him, with a puzzled look that said, "what do you want me to do with this information?". "It was ok...", his partner shook his head, kind of perplexed. "The scene were she gets kidnapped, though, not very realistic", he said to his friend, as if the woman they were talking about wasn't standing between them. "Yes, bag over head, very bad way...too easy to escape", the bearded man agreed.

The ride continued for about 20 more minutes, with the men chatting relaxed, until they reached a small field, where a small jet was waiting for them. It was well past midnight, and the area was clear of any homes, like an abandoned airport. The car's lights illuminated the plane. One, equally well dressed man, was waiting outside the plane's entrance, while two others were carrying inside the jet what looked like a big, rectangular box, like a small coffin. Natalie was taken out of the car, the bald man easily pulling her along from her restrained arms.

"Number 2198?", the man asked. He wasn't in the mood for much chatting, and was just following protocol. "Yes", the bald man replied. Natalie could now see another box like the one she'd seen earlier, lying on the ground near them. It was actually a wooden crate. It had the number 2198, stamped on the lid with black ink.

"This is the last one", he said to the other two, as they were returning from inside the plane. The men were too tired of waiting for the last "package" to be delivered and so, they didn't waste any more time. Without a word or a warning, the two new men begun ripping Natalie's expensive dress and jewellery off, like they were simply obstacles to their work. "Nnnnnn! pllllls!", she begged them to stop, but they continued as if she wasn't even there. Her bra and underwear were on the floor in seconds, along with her red, Versace dress and her heels.

One of the plane guys opened the crate's lid. The inside looked like a plastic container, with a dent, the size of a human body, outlined. The outline of the hollow sillouete had foam padding around it, too be able to secure snuggle any size of female. Around the "place-holer" were some strategically placed straps, along with an oxygen tank and a clear mask, on the bottom. With a swift move, Natalie was of the ground, and before she had time to realize it, she had been placed inside the plastic "vessel", feeling the foam surrounding her body, covering everything but her front. As much as she had struggled, and it was a lot for her, the two new men had no trouble strapping the first leather strap over her eyes, securing her head, the second and third over her upper and lower chest, the fourth one over her waist, the fifth one over her knees, and the last one securing her ankles. Natalie was moaning pathetically now, losing more and more control over her situation. She only felt the oxygen mask being applied over her taped mouth and nose, and the canister turned on with a couple of rotations of its screw.

Natalie then heard the sounds of a hammer, nailing the lid on the crate she was now well trapped in. She then felt the crate being raised off the ground, as she was carried inside the jet, with around 10 more crates, already waiting to be transfered.