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The Box...

A repost of a story about small suffering prisons

He grabbed Anya’s long hair and painfully dragged her across the dirty concrete floor. She was screaming nonstop into her sticky and tight tape gag. Howling from the feeling of having her hair ripped from her scalp and from the terrifying realization that she was not going to escape this sick man’s basement anytime soon.

Her rope bound legs flailed out behind her. The coarse strands of un-breakable rope, digging in painfully around her knees and ankles. Her thin blue tights ripping in places under the rope as he dragged her vainly flailing body over to a tall shelf along one wall.

He left her lying face down, her soft freshly exposed breasts pushing into the cold cement. Anya’s head flew about as she tried to knock the hair from out of her face. She was crying and snivelling, teary snot dripping from her nose as she lay there with her arms pinned grievously behind her back.

Anya was fighting back a distressing level of panic as she felt him check the ropes capturing her arms. His grunting yanks on the ends of the ropes making her whimper loudly as the strands seemed to dig in even deeper around her bare arms.

Then with a satisfied statement of “Well those look fucking good and tight!”, he gripped one of her bare quivering shoulders and rolled her over onto her back.

He stood tall over her trembling body and admired his captive with a leering smirk,

“Pretty nice set of perky tits you got there, girl. They’re gonna be mighty nice to play with. And how about that exposed pussy of yours! It feelin fine honey?”

Anya could only whimper, shaking her head back and forth as she lay there bound and on display for him.

Her skirt, the shortest one she owned and only wore to her waitressing job to get the best tips, it was rumpled and pulled high up on her hips. Her tights were shredded all around at the apex of her thighs. Splotches of white decorated the see through blue material of her tights.

Anya’s whimpers continued on unabated, much to his amusement. His first rough violation of her sex while he laid her out on his living room floor, still evident by those splotches and of course the stinging she felt between her tied together legs.

It had been brutal, his frenzied rape of her cunt. Once he had her unloaded from his van he just couldn’t help himself. And while enjoying that first forced violation of her cunt with his cock, that’s what he had called her, and her privates as he took what he wanted.

Bellowing loudly over top of her writhing rope bound body that she was an “Effing hot slut of a cunt, with an equally fucking tight cunt!”

Anya had screamed into the sticky tape louder than at any point in her life as she lay there under him, trussed up and at his mercy. His use of a large knife to cut her blouse into shreds and then slit a few choice holes in her tights making her a bleary eyed begging mess.

Though her begging and pleading not to be raped and killed, were utterly indecipherable if one had been party to hear them. Her guttural sobbing groans filled the room. His large cock pulsed and erupted inside her heated and defiantly clenching pussy. And it wouldn’t be the only time in this horrendous long day that she would have his large cock erupt inside her.

Anya’s eyes were spilling over with a river of anguished humiliated tears as she stared back up at him. He was straddling her bound thighs now, his semi-hard cock still jutting out and dripping the last of his semen onto her wrinkled skirt.

His lecherous eyes were drifting over her rope framed pert breasts. A drip of sweat even fell off his forehead and landed square on her left nipple. He reached out and smeared it around her breast with some of his earlier drying semen.

Then he took hold of the wet and sticky sensitive nipple and began to pinch it and twist it, as he smiled down at her, “I like the way your forehead wrinkles when I do this.”

He pinched her nipple with all his might and then pulled it sideways. Another loud squeal of pure ultimate discomfort tried to escape from behind Anya’s tape gag. Her head once again flailing back and forth, hoping he would stop, as he went about tormenting her now deeply purple nipple.

Her breathing thru her nose was noisy, wet and erratic as he took hold of her other tit. Both her nipples were now in his large hands and with her eyes bulging out of her head in a panic, she caught a glance of his once again massively hard cock.

“Fuck you have gorgeous eyes sweetie. Lovelier than any other girl I have collected. I just may not box you up.” He uttered into Anya’s confused and terror ridden face.

Her anguished mind not having time to focus on his odd words as the torturous pain in her chest exponentially shot up. His fingers were clamped around her nipples like some sort of inhuman vice.

Then he pulled his hands apart with determined force. His fingers still crushing a nipple each. Rolling the buds between his straining fingers, he watched as his abductee’s back arched upward, a scream visibly caught in her throat.

Then he released her nipples with one last egregious yank of his hands. Her screams and flailing about under him, making it all the more certain he would easily cum again as his grasped his cock and thrust it through one of the knife slashed holes in her tights.

His cock slide surprisingly easily back into her ravaged pussy as she howled pitifully into her tape gag. She writhed vainly beneath him, utterly distraught that he was going to violate her again. Both his large hands were back on her throbbing tits as he gripped them for extra leverage.

Then he enjoyably fucked an unwilling Anya for another fun-filled sadistic second time that day.

…. Hours later….And after having dragged her down into the basement and letting her lie there sobbing and trussed up, with no hope of escape….

Anya lay on her side, not quite curled up. The ropes around her legs so snug, the muscles of her legs could only bend a small percentage of normal. ‘Normal’, there was nothing normal about this situation or this sick pervert who had abducted her, she distressingly thought.

It had been hours since he unceremoniously had wrenched her up on to her feet and dragged her by her long hair down into the basement. It had been a combination of painful hair dragging and awkward pathetic hopping on her bound legs that finally got her down into the basement.

He had laughed at her and mocked her the whole way, from his living room, down a hallway and then down the dimly lit basement stairs.

“I’ve never made one of you hop along like this to the dungeon. It’s a fucking laugh riot darlin. It’s so fuckin sexy how your little titties jiggle and your cute ass bounces along!”

Once in the basement, he had kicked her feet from out under her, lowering her to the floor with a thud as she screamed into her gag because of his strong grip on her hair.

He then checked her ropes, wrenching the bindings around her bruised knees even tighter than she thought possible. Then he left her there moaning and snivelling.

The ropes so secure and well knotted that no amount of wriggling around had accomplished any loosening of the knots and skin pinching wraps as the dreadful hour spent stuck in this painful bondage, passed her by.

….

And the minutes and hours passed oh so slowly for Anya. The intense helplessness she felt as she lay there captive in rope in this pervert’s basement, growing exponentially. She moaned and then at times screamed into the tape plastering the lower half of her face.

But no one would hear her. No one would know she was tied up and being kept for a deviant bastard’s explorations into sexual depravity. Even she had yet to truly realize the extent to which he planned to make her suffer. But she soon would.

Anya rolled around on the dirty floor, sawdust clinging to her ripped blue tights. She had just begun to realize his basement was littered with woodworking tools. Lumber was stacked in corners and a table saw took up good portion of the room.

She shuddered at one point as she looked at all the hand saws hanging on one of the walls. She didn’t want to let her mind go there. She snorted thru her dripping nose and once again began her snotty sobs as she heard his feet thudding along on the floor above her.

The sound of a door creaking at the top of the stairs had her desperately trying to shuffle her trapped body into a corner. Her roped feet and bound hands, pushing and clawing at the floor, in a manner that had him laughing as he hit the bottom step.

“Where the fuck you think you are gonna go, sweetie? You gonna crawl into some dark corner and pretend to hide from me?”

He walked over to her trembling body and knelt to cup her quivering chin. He stared into her watery red eyes. Red from the constant crying she had been doing. He grinned at her and then ran his right hand down over her delicate rope framed breasts.

The back of his large hand stroked over her chill puckered nipples, and he told her,

“Perfect tits you have, to go along with that perfect pussy. A pussy that was mighty fine to fuck, I must tell you! But now, I wanna try that pretty mouth of yours. You ready to suck on my cock for an hour or so?”

It was a horrific statement that made Anya flinch and try vainly to shrink away even further into the corner she had dragged herself into. She shook her head in the negative. Utterly sickened and terrified at the thought of being forced to orally pleasure this evil man.

A full body shiver of dread ran thru her as she thought about putting his cock in her mouth, of letting him spurt his semen in between her lips, of a swallowing that putrid stuff, because she knew that’s what he would want, what he would force her to do.

She whimpered and tried to hide her terrified face from him as he stood back up over her. Not even noticing he had pulled his erect cock out of his jeans and was stroking it to relieve some of the arousal he felt watching her distressingly cower at his feet.

He noticed her avoidance and then with an evil grin said,

“Oh don’t worry sweetie, your shyness is adorable, but I can fix that…You don’t want to look at me...fine…So it’s time to show you something...And then we’ll see how reluctant you are to wrapping your pretty mouth around my thick cock.”

Anya watched with fearful anxiety as he walked over to the large shelving unit. Her befuddled mind confused as he gripped the left side of it and then grunted. The whole shelving unit then scraped along the floor on a set of hidden steel rollers.

Anya blinked back her tears, trying to focus on what he was doing. Then it all hit her, the reason why he was sliding the shelving unit aside. A foreboding steel door, hidden by the shelving unit, came ominously into view.

She looked up at him terrified as he grinned at her. His cock was still threateningly bobbing in her view. He patted the steel door and then stated what she already knew.

“Light proof, soundproof and unbreakable. What ever I store away in behind this door, can never get out. Don’t you agree sweetie? I mean look at these quality unbreakable locks.” He uttered proudly as he pointed at the two massive padlocks.

Anya realized now that she was constantly whimpering. Her hands clawing into the air behind her back, vainly trying to grasp at anything to ground her increasing sense of helplessness. Her whimpers became deep panicked gulping sobs again as he unlocked the door, swung it open and then proceeded to approach her.

“Come on you lazy little reluctant bitch, lets see if we can’t inspire you to be a good little cock swallower …before I box you up.”

Anya did not really grasp the words he uttered, she was too in a panic and screaming too loud into her tape gag as he grasped her bound ankles. With a laughing grunt, he hoisted up her flailing tied feet and flipped her onto her bare stomach and tits.

Then he dragged her by her roped ankles across the hard cement floor. Her poor tits grinding along the sawdust covered cement left a noticeable track as he pulled her writhing body along. Her ragged skirt now pushing up over her hips and exposing her entire blue nylon covered ass.

Anya was losing her shit by the time he dropped her legs back down and then with his boot, he toed her hard in the hip bone. Using his hard boot toe, he flipped her over onto her back, so she lay on her tied aching arms.

She howled into her tape sealed mouth as his hand reached into hair and pulled her violently upward. He wrenched hard on her hair and dragged her ass along the floor. He threw her up against a wall in the dark windowless room. Her tear flooded eyes had still not adjusted to the low light.

Then with the mocking utterance of “Tada, you dumb cunt! Look what we have here!” her captor turned on the lone bare bulb illuminating the small hidden room. And Anya’s nightmare went to the next frightening level.

….Some Boxed Inspiration….

Anya was hyperventilating thru her nose as her eyes bugged out and she stared at the sight to her right. The nameless man was standing there beside her, but his interest was entirely on something else. He knocked his knuckles hard on the top of a small wooden box and shouted,

“Hey there, you fuckin mindless twat…You home in there? Guess what? Your lord and master has come to play…And I have a new toy.”

Anya screamed in horror into her tape gag, shaking in unimaginable fear as she looked to her right. The box moved and below it, the almost naked body of a young woman, probably just a teenager she realized, sat there shaking, every bare muscle looking tense and afraid.

The poor creature’s bloodied wrists were shackled with heavy looking steel cuffs and those were locked to similar nasty looking cuffs that were bolted secure around her slender ankles. The only bit of clothing she wore, were a pair of white knee socks, now soiled and stained.

The girl’s suddenly heaving chest appeared to have been the target of some recent sick torture. A painful looking apparatus still tormented her left breast, crushing her nipple in the most horrifying way imaginable.

Anya began to shake uncontrollably as she watched him kneel and then force the girl’s quivering knees wide apart with his rough workman’s hands. She could see him grinning lecherously as he stared at the shivering girl’s exposed crotch.

He reached down in between the girl’s visibly bruised inner thighs and then grasped at something shiny. He pulled on it and then dropped it to the floor. It rang as it hit the stained concrete and Anya’s disbelieving eyes blinked hard at what she saw.

“It’s a bell…Attached with this chain to a nice fat butt plug I have wedged up deep in her dumb whore ass.” He acknowledged to a horrified Anya.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get to wear one soon too.” He grinned at a shocked Anya.

Then he knocked hard on the box again, shouting, “Hey cunt, you having a good time in there? You fucking thirsty?”

He chuckled at this comment and then reached over to a plastic, open ended bottle stuck to the wall. Anya noticed the tube running out of the empty bottle’s bottom and she shuddered as she noticed how it disappeared into the box.

He pointed at the bottle and then answered Anya’s unasked question. “Yep. That’s the pathetic little slut’s feeding tube. I have it stuck in her mouth thru a nice big ball gag strapped in her mouth. Liquid diet only for this stupid slut right now. Until she learns her place.”

Then he winked at a truly distressed and whimpering Anya, “Time to water the greedy little whore, don’t you think?”

He took a couple steps towards a stained and rusty bucket. He had his long cock in his hand and was aiming it at the bucket. With a satisfied sigh and a grinning glance at his dismayed looking new captive, he began to relieve himself into the dirty bucket. Anya’s horrified tears, rolling down her cheeks, helped to inspire his bladder to release.

A long stream of piss shot from his cock and into the old bucket. It made a distinctive echoing sound in the small room. It took him a few minutes to empty his bladder, but once done he picked up the bucket and swiftly tipped it into the open bottle on the wall.

“There.. cunt watered.” Anya’s abductor exclaimed, rubbing his hands together and then banging on the side of the box.

“Come on..Drink up you ungrateful little skank!” he roared,” Or do you need some coaxing to swallow down that piss?”

He reached out and grabbed the painful looking nipple clamp bobbing on the end of the girl’s left breast. He gave it a mighty twist and Anya whimpered for the poor girl as she witnessed the box begin to bang against the wall and the girl’s hands fisted and pulled at her ankles.

Anya then noticed air bubbles in the bottle full of his yellowish piss. The contents of the bottle sickeningly disappeared fast as he brutally played with the girl’s nipple clamp. Anya couldn’t believe the perversion she was witnessing, and she prayed to god he wouldn’t do this to her.

“I don’t think she likes when I play with her tits, do you?” he smirked at Anya.

He dropped his hand down and then moved it forward, so it was thrust hard in between the girl’s flailing legs. His large calloused fingers roughly massaged her tender pink folds as he glanced at a disbelieving Anya.

“Nothing like boxing a girl up in her own inescapable tiny prison. Nearly sound proof too. Do you hear a sound coming from it when I do this?” he asked Anya.

He took his thumb and pressed it into the girl’s clit. Flicking down on it until he was able to pinch it between his thumb and finger. Then he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pair of pliers. Anya whimpered at the sight of them and pleaded in her mind for him not to use them on the poor pathetic creature.

But with a sadistic growl he crushed the nub between the metal pincers, in tandem with twisting the tool violently about. His tongue hanging from the corner of his mouth as he continued to twist and yank with the pliers.

The box on the girl’s shoulders shook and yanked violently at the wall chain. The wrist and ankle cuff combos rattled as her whole body visibly thrashed about. Her fisted knuckles going white as he continued to gleefully torture her damaged clit.

Anya screamed into gag for him to stop. The pain the girl must be going thru unbearable. But like her abductor had said, barely a sound had made it out of the box. Only the tiniest muffled wail, Anya thought she heard.

He finally released the pliers and tossed them aside. The box sagged forward and made a thud as its chain went taut. Anya was inhaling deeply thru her nose and trying to squelch the screams her throat wanted to continuously make.

Her abductor looked at her and asked as he rapped his knuckles on the wood, “You hear a thing from this pretty whore? Almost dead quiet, huh? Pretty cool what an inch of hardwood and two inches of foam insulation will do. Silly cunt can barely hear a thing, and hasn’t for some?”

He stopped talking and ran his finger along the front of the box. His finger tip running across a plethora of etched in hash marks. With a sinking feeling in her stomach, Anya realized they were marks he made to count the girl’s dreadful internment in the box.

“For a fuck lot of days! At least more than 70 I see now…And shit, I told the teenage cunt I would let her out in a month or two…oops.” he laughed loudly at a growingly horrified Anya.

Then he added with an evil grin, “Well why don’t we try for a nice round 100. That should make the little slut utterly compliant when I let her out. Shit, I bet she’ll begging to live with my cock in her sweet mouth.”

His dark scheming eyes darted back and forth between the slightly shaking box and Anya’s whimpering tear covered face. He reached over and caressed Anya’s quivering and exposed right breast. Tracing the ropes that bit painfully into her soft flesh above and below her bare tit.

Then he stroked her hair, as if her cared for her, and murmured into her absolutely anxious and terrified face, “Oh what the fuck…I am going to do it! Should be fucking fun to see.”

He stood up and then to Anya’s surprise and relief, he left. Leaving the only way in or out of the nightmarish room, the huge steel door, slightly ajar. Unknowingly for her sick benefit.

….

For the next hour, or maybe it was more, as she wasn’t able to comprehend time passing anymore, Anya’s attention was on the box shifting beside her.

Her confused and terrified mind barely able to comprehend the perverse hell this man had inflicted on this poor teenager. The tortured creature living a life of continual dark silent hell. Never aware of when or what he might do to her. Utterly unable to escape her dark deprived reality.

As she sat there aching in her bondage and feeling sorry for herself and the poor trapped girl, Anya could hear nothing but the sound of power tools coming in through the partially closed door. The sounds of cutting and drilling went on for a while, until there was an eerie silence, which shook Anya to her core.

He walked back into the stark small room dropped something at Anya’s feet. She instinctively scurried her rope bound ankles away from the objects and then let out a loud whimper as she saw what he had dropped.

There lay a bell attached by a thin silver chain to an abhorrent looking device. The bell looked just like the girl’s next to her. A thing she knew he meant to insert in her bum.

Lying there tauntingly beside the anal horrifying looking instrument, was a set of small clamps. Those, from what Anya had witnessed, she guessed were meant for her nipples.

Anya began to desperately scream and wrench her bound arms around. Her sense of self preservation futilely kicking in much too late.

He disappeared briefly again, returning this time with some planks of thick freshly cut hardwood, which he dropped near the shivering boxed girl’s feet.

He looked at Anya and winked, “Thanks for inspiring me to spend some time back in my wood working shop. Now then where did I put that tape measure?”

Searching in his pockets, he pulled out a nylon measuring tape, similar to the type a tailor would use. Anya shook violently in her bindings as he knelt before her. The touch of his fingers on her neck causing her to shiver and flinch.

“Shortly, I bet, you are gonna really have wished you had said yes to sucking my cock.” He murmured to himself with a smirk.

Frightened anxious tears now poured from Anya’s puffy eyes and ran over the thick bands of sticky duct tape keeping her mute. Her face a mass of confusion and distressing hopelessness.

Then he wrapped the tape measure around her quivering neck muscles and grasped her trembling chin.

Looking deep into Anya’s horrified eyes with the most lecherous evil grin she had ever witnessed, he said,

“Just making sure I cut the neck hole small enough. Don’t want any light getting in or sound leaking out…When I seal it up around your pretty little head.”

The end…

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