The White Box - Sex Stories

The White Box

... fun…how about you? No? Well, that’s life—some things we enjoy and some we don’t. At least one of us is happy.” She grinned wildly than leaned forward and kissed me, her tongue penetrating my throat. “I’ll even tell you what’s going to happen. This process will take an entire week. You’ll know when it’s over although I doubt your brain will be able to process it. It will end when your balls are completely crushed and ooze out of the cracks in the box. In case you’re wondering, this is made from the highest quality aircraft aluminum. It will withstand more than ten thousand pounds of force without breaking—more than enough to completely crush you into dust. It’s constructed so the top and bottom will meet perfectly with not even a single millimeter of space left anywhere inside. There are spaces and holes in the bottom that exactly match the ridges and points in the top. Your brain will be nothing but mush by the time that happens. Your intellect will be reduced to zero. My ‘friend’ is a psychiatrist and when I’m done with you you’ll be a eunuch slave who will fill your mindless days with the drudgery of housework and laundry—day after day, year after year until you finally die. I think I’ll even give you a nice set of boobs so you’ll look the part—a cute she-male maid. Isn’t that great?” I could barely speak with all the pain I felt, but I struggled, “You’re out of your mind. You’re insane to do something like this. I swear I’ll get you and your asshole lover, too. I’ll get ...

... you if it’s the last thing I do!” She laughed then spit in my face. “You’re such a fool, Martin. I’ve been working on this for months and months—almost an entire year, planning everything to the nth degree. While you’ve been so lovey-dovey I’ve been plotting your downfall, meeting my lover every day—fucking him two or three times and developing my plans for you. That unusual taste in the stew…that was the drug I used to sedate you. It took us a week to figure out just how much to add so we could knock you out and get you down here, but not kill you. Then we designed the box.” She gave it a slap with her hand. “It was hand-made by a machine shop in another city and another state. I gave them a false name and paid cash—several thousand of your cash, by the way--so there’s no way it can be traced to us if you die. That’s a possibility, but we’re hoping you won’t. It will be so humiliating for you to be my slave—the high and mighty financial genius reduced to being my slave-- although you won’t realize that you’re even being humiliated. The pain will wash your consciousness away.” She left again and I wondered if what she said was true. Would I lose my ability to think--to reason? Would I become a robot doing nothing but follow her orders, handling the mindless tedious work around the house. I swore then to resist her with every fiber in my body. I was sure she’d destroy my balls, but I resolved that she wouldn’t destroy me. Dana had always talked too much. I knew now who her lover ...