omgcypressgoatart: THE BOX He loved this part, standing in front of his chained up pretty piece of m
omgcypressgoatart: THE BOX He loved this part, standing in front of his chained up pretty piece of meat, her unaware that he was even in the room. The soundproof head box he had built specially for her, keeping her trapped in her own self contained little solitary confinement prison. He bent down with his pen and began to scratch into the box another hash mark for the current day. He could see her body flinch as she probably now was aware that he was here. He wondered if she could hear the scraping of the pen on the wood or was it the pressure on the box itself that alerted her to his presence. “69 Days my beautiful little cunt! 31 to go..” He said this knowing she probably could barely hear it, if at all. The two inch thick styrofoam insulation lining the box he had built, kept all her screaming and moaning entirely muted. The penis gag she wore constantly inside there probably also helped muffle her whines. The only hole into her mouth being the feeding tube he had rigged up thru the gag and a small hole drilled in the side of the box. He told his feisty little captive on her first day in the cellar to be a good little slave or he would make she sure learned obedience the hard way. Apparently she needed the hard way. Keeping her chained up and prodding her every orifice with as many objects as possible had not entirely worked. She was always flailing about and screaming and trying to get away as he toyed and fucked her. So into the the box he put her. As he built up the box around her head, she went from having that defiant look in her eye, to sobbing and begging. Pleading with her eyes after he strapped in the gag to not do this. Before drilling in the last screws to strictly encase her head, he told her; “100 days my pretty little cunt, then you get to come out..You have 100 days to think about how to be a good little slave.” His last act in locking her in, was to shut and lock the small access door he had built into the front and which he only used every 3 or 4 days, just to see how submissive and pleading she looked. That first day she looked downright terrified and he was certain right then and there she had probably turned into a willing submissive piece of fuck meat for him. But hey, he wanted to see what a 100 days did to a girl’s will and defiance, so he stayed with his plan. So here on day 69, he was sticking to routine. Pulling his foot back he gave his captive a swift kick in the crotch. It landed squarely on her exposed pussy and large butt plug. The bell attached to her plug giving a little jingle as it jerked around. He loved ‘belling’ all his slaves, it meant that he always knew when they were on the move. He could see her fingers dig into her socks as he kicked her hard one more time. “Come on you silly slut,lift that ass up!” he shouted. He grabbed the box’s chain and pulled up hard so her ass lifted off the concrete floor and he was able to push the nearby bucket under her. With her squatting on the bucket, he knocked hard on the wood, “Hurry up and piss you little cunt!” Soon a trickle could be heard as she relieved herself into the bucket. When she was done he pulled it out and let her plop to the floor. He took a vitamin water bottle out and poured some of the liquid into it the bucket. Giving it a swirl he lifted it up and poured the bucket’s contents into the bottle mounted on the wall supplying her feeding tube. “What is it they say…Re-use and Re-cycle!” he chuckled. Knocking on the box one more time, he yelled, “Feeding time cunt!” He looked at the feeding tube and saw no movement of liquid. Shrugging his shoulders he looked down and had an idea. Grasping the pieces of wood currently ensnaring her left nipple, he tugged them outward slightly and then twisted them almost fully around. He watched delighted as her chains rattled, her whole body shuddered and flinched and her hands visibly fisted in pain. And best of all as he repeated the pulling and twisting of her delicate young nipple many times, he could see the liquid in the feeding tube jerking it’s way along. Finally stepping back he turned and looked over to his right. “Well then let’s get started with you my pretty little thing.” …… The cute long dark haired, half naked pretty thing he had just earlier snatched and then tightly bound in rope, sat there on the floor staring up at him, petrified by fear. She was in utter shock and disbelief at what she had just witnessed. Still wearing the pantyhose and skirt she had been dressed in waitressing, she looked up at him terrified, continually crying, moaning and pleading thru the heavy tape blocking her mouth. He smiled down at her. He knew this was perfect, what she had just witnessed would make her so compliant and submissive, without a doubt. But he figured a few days or weeks in her own box would definitely reinforce to her who was now the boss and that she was now his, to do with as he pleased. So it was time to construct…but first… “Don’t worry my sweet little new slave, Master will have your own ‘box’ all built and sealed around your pretty head in no time. Course first I need to go buy some more lumber, I’ve run out. So you just sit tight here with your new cellar mate and master will be back soon to fuck you all up!” Patting the sobbing and shaking girl on the head, he strode out of the cellar, locked the door and headed off to the hardware store, a mile wide grin on his face… Thinking outside the box is sometimes overrated -- source link