Novel Drama Chapter 26: Boxed In Continued
Chapter 26: Boxed In Continued
Chapter 26: Boxed In Continued
His pants back in place and held up by his belt, Matt took a deep breath and turned to Nadia. She whined and looked for a way she could get out of the box. But this man was not kidding. With a strong hand on her shoulders, he pushed her down, folding her body double until her head was by her knees. She could feel the ropes tightening as her body tried to become a ball. And the close side of the box, strong and hard against her naked flesh. Then his hand was replaced by the hardness of the lid. It would not close and he had to push on it. Still it would not quite close - too much woman being crammed into too small a box.
Matt simply sat on the lid. It closed the final inch by compressing Nadia into a square shape. Then he locked the two padlocks to the hasp and Nadia was a completely helpless prisoner in the box.
The pain was a discomfort, but she knew it would grow worse until she would be trying to scream. Tears began to roll down her cheeks. She wanted desperately to plead with him, to beg that he tell her it was all a joke and she was to be let out of the box.
For a while she tried to shift her body, to find some comfortable position, but the tight wooden sides held her close and prevented any movement. She tried to unfold, to use her body to push the lid up, but her strength was no match for the stout wood.
For a while there was nothing but the darkness and silence of her wooden prison - save for her muffled sobs. Then she heard voices. The air holes allowed some sound to enter.
“Well, slut, what should I do with you now?” Matt was saying.
“Well, Master,” came the meek voice, “you could begin by putting the gag back in my mouth. Then you could get me a box like that one. Put it on the floor at the end of your bed so I’ll have a place to sleep after pleasing my Master every night.”
“It will be most uncomfortable,” he pointed out. Nadia could hear the chuckle in his voice.
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“And I might forget and leave you in there all day,” he added.
“Yes, Master.”
“Damned bitch!” muttered Nadia to herself. But she could see where this ultra submissiveness would appeal to any man, but especially Matt. Why hadn’t she tried calling him “Master?” Might have made a difference.
Or maybe not.
“I’ll take your measurements and have a box ordered. It will be, you realize, slightly smaller than your body?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Bitch,” Nadia wanted to scream, “You have no idea how uncomfortable this is. And to spend all night in it would be pure torture - there could be no other word for it: torture.”
“Master...”
“Yes, slut?”
“You could lay me on my back and use that belt to whip my breasts. They’re so sore from the needles that I’m sure they will hurt something terrible. Of course, you should gag me first so I won’t embarrass you by crying out.”
There was silence for a few seconds, followed by, “Okay, thrust your body upward so I can have a good target of your breasts. And your hips, too. Keep your body pushed up that way. If you fall to the side, I’ll
hang you by your spread legs and whip the hell out of your cunt.”
Nadia felt a shiver of fear as she envisioned that happening to her. To be whipped right on your poor, tender pussy! That was too much to even think about.
“And then I’ll tie you in a ball and make you sleep in the closet. With no screwing tonight!”
Nadia hear a moan from the other woman. She could just imagine Cindy resting on her shoulders and feet and pushing her hips upward so that her body arched into a bow. And then the belt coming down on her breasts...
The image was augmented by the sound of leather hitting soft flesh - followed by a moan of pain. Then another stroke and another whine.
Nadia whined in her own suffering. Muscles hurt, her hands were numb, her feet were feeling funny, and she was more scared then she had ever been in her life.
The whipping of those poor breasts continued. How can she take that? wondered Nadia. It would be horrible to have my breasts whipped like that. Simply horrible.
Suddenly one moan ended in a small squeal.
“You fell over on purpose, didn’t you, slut?”