My name is Katarina, I’m brunette with green eyes and a slim build, and I was born March 20, 1995. I attended the University of Illinois in Springfield, got a Masters Degree in Arts, and I work as an interior designer.

I don’t remember anything that happened within the last year. All I know is one morning I went for a run, got tired afterwards, and ended up sleeping for an entire year.

What you’re about to see is what happened to me when I woke up...

***

“Morning, sunshine.” came a rough, feminine voice, followed by the sound of jingling keys and a metal door sliding open. “Get up. You’re leaving in 30 minutes.”

Katarina heard the voice, and when she woke up she saw... nothing. Absolutely nothing. Everything was pitch black, and she felt hot and sweaty. And what was that she felt squeezing her neck?

Lifting up her hands to feel, she felt something cold, rusted, and square like around her head. She used her quick thinking to deduce that it was a metal box on her head.

“Mmmph,” Katarina moaned, her voice muffled by the dark, cold, tight enclosure. She placed her hands on the bottom of the box and pushed up, hoping that would get it off and let her see again. But no dice. Maybe if I stand up, she thought to herself. She put her hands out in front of her, trying to find something solid to lean against, and she came across a concrete wall. Planting her hands on it, she got to her feet, and continued pulling on the metal box, somewhat stumbling around her small cell.

“Don’t even try it sweetie, you’ll tire yourself out too soon,” The woman advised. “You’ve got quite the long journey ahead of you.Now come on, we don’t wanna be late.”

The woman put her arms around Katarina’s shoulder and led her out of her cell. It was at that moment she had a sense of what she was wearing. She felt a thin, silky fabric across only her chest on her upper body, so maybe it was a sports bra or crop top. She also felt a frilly material on her thighs, and so figured it must’ve been a miniskirt or something similar. She could also feel short socks and runner on her feet...

***

After 10 minutes of being guided around by, presumably, the prison warden, she was stopped and turned to the right. She now hand her hands handcuffed behind her back, and her heavy breathing from within the box was heard.

“Is this her?” she heard a male’s voice ask.

“Yes sir,” was the warden’s response.

Katarina heard the sound of boots on the floor getting closer to her from the right side. The man stood in front and beside of her to get a nice good look at her. He especially focused on her exposed belly button, and her long, luxurious, shiny legs.

“Good, they just called in an Order 507. Prisoner transport. Looks like you’re going to Alta Boka. God help you there,” he warned, adding in a slight chuckle. He then went around behind her and gave her ass a fairly gentle swat.

“Mmf!” Katarina yelped cutely in surprise. She was also extremely embarrassed about this entire thing. She had no idea where she was, why she had a box over her head, or what this whole prison transport deal was about. She had enough to worry about, and she wasn’t trying to be groped by some horny, middle-aged prison officer.

Almost sensing as if she sensed Katarina’s discomfort, the prison warden whispered, “It only gets worse from here. Stay strong honey.”

Kind of hard to stay strong when you’re already confused as hell and can’t see or talk...