Girl In A Box Dot Com

Just Another Box - Chapter Three: Girl In A Box dot com

"Hello Natsuko, nice to meet you. I'm sure you have lots of questions, so let me explain how and why you're hearing my voice. You see I have a program that hunts the internet for unadvertised sites, IP addresses without URLs, sites not found in search engines, etc. I've found quite a few interesting and valuable things over the years, but your box is by far the most unique."

"You see your husband, or whoever built your box for you, must have assumed he would one day want or need to access your box while it was outside the house, and for that he had to assign it an IP Address, which is what I stumbled upon."

"The security on your box was quite good, but I have my talents, and cracking even the best security is one of them. So, I eventually made my way in and was quite surprised at what I found - a beautiful naked girl all gift wrapped and waiting for me." Natsuko could almost hear the grin in his voice.

"I've been recording everything from your box for the past week, and I must tell you, watching the box work its tricks on you is exceedingly entertaining. So much so that I realized a lot of other horny men might be interested in watching you squirm and twitch and moan, etc."

"Thus, the "Girl in a Box" website was born. I have the site set up and ready to go live tomorrow evening. I have a few of my favorite clips from this past week as samples, and I'm offering paid subscriptions if they want to watch your live feed."

"Now before you panic, you should know that your head gear completely obscures your identity. So much so that when I figured out who you were and cracked your social network page, I would never have guessed that the sweet innocent mother of two face was the same one I'd been watching at night in the box."

"Alas, in order to run a business, I really need my employee and star to be consistent, so from now on you will be in your box every evening no later than 10:00 PM and will not be let out till the next morning at 6:00 AM. During the time I've been watching you've practically been in there every night anyway, and usually you're in as early as 9 or 9:30 PM and out typically by 7:00 AM, so this shouldn't be a big stretch for you, though it might put a crimp on any late night movies with hubby."

"Tomorrow night will be your big debut, so don't be late. Speaking of which, if you ever don't show up, I'll post your real name and address and a link to all your social networking sites on GirlInABox so your adoring fans will know where to find you AND, I'll post a message on all of your and your husband's social networking sites announcing your hobby and provide everyone you know with a convenient link so they can check it out. I imagine all of hubbies work colleagues will be green with envy of Paul's little toy box. Think what fun those Christmas parties will be after that, with everyone picturing you in all your trunk bound glory. Should be quite fun for everyone concerned, well, except maybe you and Paul; guess it might be a little embarrassing for you both."

"I'll add that if I ever even suspect you've told anyone, Paul, the police, private detective, etc.; that the same consequences will ensue. Sure, you might eventually be able to shut the site down and clean up your social networks, but not before many if not all of your fans and friends get to see the real Natsuko. Enjoy your day, see you again tonight ... along with a few thousand faceless new friends." And the voice was gone, and Natsuko was left to ponder her new fate.

***

The remainder of Natsuko's time in the box was filled with her trying to think straight long enough to work through what she had just heard. Since the box was so skilled of robbing her of any kind of rational thought (beyond the desperate need to be allowed to orgasm) the end result was her mind fixating on the fact that the next time she would be in this box, there could be dozens or hundreds, or even thousands of horny men pleasuring themselves while she was helpless to do anything but writhe and squirm under the box's ministrations.

Her head filled with images of all those rock hard nameless faceless cocks surrounding her, and then her being deluged with spray after spray of cum coating her body. The only thing more disturbing than the images was just how much hornier they made her. She didn't want to be aroused by such thoughts, the little bit of rational thought she managed told her she was repulsed by them, but there was no denying that her pussy felt otherwise. She wondered sometimes if the box and her pussy weren't really the ones in control, and she was just along for the ride, a slave to her own body's increasingly kinky needs.

Once she was out of the box and Paul was off to work, she was able to think more clearly, not that it did her any good. After debating back and forth she finally broke down and opened the site he mentioned, HER site, and sure enough there was streaming video of her most recent week in the box. She had to admit there was something strangely compelling about watching, which had the dual effect of terrifying her that the site could end up being really successful and making her cursed pussy dripping wet all over again.

In the end, there was no denying it. The voice knew who she was, knew who Paul was, had clearly cracked the box and she had every reason to believe he would do everything he said he would. Once she resolved herself to that, she began to comfort herself with what he had said: she was unrecognizable and nothing would really change, except of course that it was no longer her decision to climb into the box every night. Even that was not really a change since she had felt compelled to place herself in its care every evening anyway. So, he was not asking her for anything she wasn't already doing, at least not yet anyway. If she could somehow ignore the fact that now she would now be on display before all those nameless faceless viewers, then it really wouldn't be any different. At least that's the rationalization she used to finally calm herself enough to get on with the rest of her day.

***

The first night went pretty much how she expected it would go. The trunk got her rapidly to that intense state of sexual need and kept her there the entire night minus her usual sleep break - apparently it wasn't one of her nights to cum. Because she had become so accustomed to its treatment of her, she almost forgot she was being broadcast, except for the few times when her subconscious worked against her and filled her head back up with those images of all those cocks pointing at her and ultimately showering her with their cum.

The second night things started to change. At some point not too long after she was locked in her body was brought to a completely unexpected orgasm. Normally if the computer determined it was her night to cum it would wait till the end of her time to maximize the effect. It had been quite some time since she had gotten a "treat" (as she had come to think of them) so early in a session. She was even more startled when she was brought to a second one just before her sleep time. Free from the box's use of her body during sleep time she realized what was happening - the voice had changed her programming.

She could only speculate that her cumming to a shuddering orgasm on a regular basis would be more entertaining to her viewers than just watching her twist and squirm and moan for days on end. Why he did it didn't really matter to Natsuko, that he had done so was terrifying. He now had complete control of her body for 8 out of every 24 hours. That he had started by giving her more orgasms was not horrible, what frightened her was where he would go next. Now that he had a taste of what it was like to use her body via the box how long could it be before he'd try even more things? As usual, as scared as she was of the possibilities, her pussy had a mind of its own and decided to get all worked up just at the thought it.

She had barely managed to quiet her pussy down and fall into a deep blissful sleep when the box started up again. Apparently, her sleep break was over, and as before she was brought to two more orgasms before her time was up. She tried to look at the upside; that was more treats than she'd had in over a month, and if the voice kept it set to once an hour then she would at least be a satisfied little girl-in-a-box for a change. As before, that's what she told herself so she could go on with her day and try to forget the fact that a man she had never seen was now playing with her body in front of an audience of possibly thousands of horny men.

***

Friday morning, as she was coming down from her last treat of the night but before she was released, the voice returned.

"Good morning Natsuko. I hope you've been enjoying the programming changes I made. I know your fans have responded very favorably to all the extra action that petite little body of yours has been serving up for them. As a matter of fact, they are clamoring for even more time with you each night, so I've decided to reduce your sleep time from four hours down to two. I figure you can always catch a nap during the day for the extra two hours."

"I did feel a little guilty about taking some of your sleep time, so I decided I'd do something to give you back some time in your week. I don't want to tell you right now exactly what it is, I'd rather have it be a little bit of a surprise. What's not a surprise is that I made an appointment for you at a very special Spa about an hour from where you are. So, you probably want to arrange for a babysitter for this afternoon as your appointment is 1:00 - 3:00."

"I made all the arrangements and decisions for you, so all you have to do is show up, and agree to whatever they ask you. Let me be clear on that, you will agree to whatever they ask, no questions, no discussion, just a prompt "yes sir, yes ma'am, no sir, no ma'am". I have ways to determine if you deviate from my instructions, and if you do all the same consequences we went over before will befall you. So be a good girl like I know you are deep down and just do what you're told."

"Oh, I almost forgot. I've been so happy with the results of the site I even decided to pay you for your time - aren't I generous? I'll be using your pay to cover all the spa treatments. In effect, you will be paying yourself for what I've decided is best for you. I had a feeling you wouldn't mind. So, congratulations, as of this afternoon you will officially be a professional porn start - isn't that wonderful? Have fun at the Spa - see you tonight my girl-in-a-box."

Natsuko grumbled in her box. How on earth did the voice manage to consistently find ways to absolutely terrify and humiliate her while at the same time making equally aroused?!? From his disingenuous concern to give her time back in her day to his gradually seizing more and more control over her and even to the language he used. She couldn't help but feel like he was patting her head when he called her a "good girl". Not to mention that referring to the people at the Spa as sir and ma'am even if they were younger than her and the way he referred to her as "his" girl-in-a-box; all of these served to ingrain just how much he was in control, and just how much she was just an object to be used.

"It's not like there is anything I can do about it, I just wish it wouldn't keep making me so wet!" she thought to herself, as she transitioned to figuring out a babysitter for the afternoon and all the other things she'd have to do between now and then.

***

She arrived at the spa without incident but had gotten more and more nervous the closer she got. She had no clue what was in store for her and could only imagine what he would have them do to her. Fortunately, she didn't have long to wait as a girl greeted her as soon as she checked in and showed her directly into a private room that reminded her more of a doctor's office than a spa.

Inside was a chair, a small cabinet style closet and what caught her attention the most, a padded table. It looked far more comfortable than any doctor's table she'd seen, and it seemed to have a lot of drawers and doors on the sides. And were those stirrups on the end and straps tucked into the drawers on the sides? She didn't think she could get more nervous until the girl that escorted her instructed her to remove ALL her clothes and change into a soft but rather insubstantial cotton gown. Natsuko gulped as she said "yes ma'am" to the girl, and watched the girl close the door as she left.

Instinctively Natsuko sat on the table just like she would at the doctor's office. Her feet dangled from the end of the table making her feel even smaller and more out of control. A tall attractive girl entered wearing a lab coat and introduced herself.

"My name is Monica and I'll be the technician for your treatments here. You must have some boyfriend to have splurged for both this technique and for the rather comprehensive coverage you requested. This spa is one of only a few in the country that have adopted this new procedure, so I think you'll be very happy with the results. We offer a full lifetime guarantee, so if there is ever even the smallest recurrence please come in, but this is the safest and longest lasting procedure of its kind. So, I can assure you the way you leave here after your last treatment will be how you will stay for the rest of your life."

Natsuko tried not to wince as she wondered what on earth he would be doing to her that would last for the rest of her life. To take her mind off wondering she focused on responding as she had been instructed, "yes ma'am".

Monica smiled, a little too warmly Natsuko's thought.

"So polite and formal, I don't see many girls come in here with that sensibility. So, I just need to review the procedure with you and get verbal confirmation for what we're doing, as well as signing the standard liability waivers. The simplest way to describe what we'll be doing is complete and total body hair removal from every part of your body below your eyes. Under your arms, your legs, any arm or facial hair, and of course a full Brazilian. You can go home tonight and throw away all shaving devices, as you'll never have to shave any part of your body ever again."

"... this some kind of laser treatment?" Natsuko asked, struggling to come to terms with the fact that the voice was about to render her completely and utterly hairless for the rest of her days.

"It's actually more advanced than a standard laser reducing the chance of any recurrence. It also doesn't require any minimal hair growth; we can do our procedure the very next day after you shave, and it works just as well. It's also a lot quicker, even with the total body removal we should still be able to have you done in only 3 or maybe 4 sessions. Before we begin, I just need you to confirm that what I've described is what you requested, and then you can sign the form, and we'll dive right in."

"Yes ma'am" Natsuko replied, the words seeming to come more and more naturally to her the more she repeated them.

"Yes ma'am you agree this is what you want?" Monica probed.

There was a slight hesitation before Natsuko forced herself to say the words again, "yes ma'am".

"Poor girl, you must be nervous, your boyfriend said you would be, so we've added a few extra things to help make you more comfortable and I assure you I will take very good care of that sexy little body of yours."

There it was again, Natsuko thought, the same twinkle in Monica's eyes as before. Was it glee, delight, or something else? It almost seemed predatory, like how a cat looks at a cornered mouse. Suddenly Natsuko felt even more exposed and vulnerable than before. Here she was nearly naked in front of this imposing and fully clothed girl who seemed a little too enthusiastic as she prepared to get as close a look Natsuko's entire body as anyone in her life ever had. Once again, Natsuko tried to calm herself, and just go along for the ride as she signed the form and braced herself for what would come next.

***

"I need you to be very still for this procedure and your boyfriend explained how you tend to squirm when you're nervous, so I asked him how you'd feel about restraints. He chuckled and told me you'd probably want them even if you didn't squirm. So do you mind if I strap you down before we begin?"

Natsuko seemed to be falling deeper and deeper into a pit with no bottom. Not only was she about to be naked and permanently altered by a woman who seemed just a bit too enthusiastic about the situation, but now said woman wanted to strap her down?!? She was about to be helpless, naked, utterly exposed and vulnerable before this slightly intimidating woman AND she was being asked to willingly agree to all that?!? And why did her pussy once again have to get so darned wet about it?!?

"Yes ma'am" was all she could say, while she prayed Monica wouldn't notice just how wet she had become.

Monica quickly and professionally strapped Natsuko down from head to toe completely immobilizing her, and then extending the sides and bottom of the table to put her into a spread eagle. Natsuko felt like a doll being posed by this woman, further driving home that she was just an object to be played with by others.

To Natsuko's utter chagrin, Monica moved between her legs. As had become the norm for her, just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, they did.

"Wow! I understand why your boyfriend chuckled when I mentioned the restraints, you're positively dripping down here! I really need to dry up this area, do you mind if I clean some of this up?"

Considering this woman could do anything she wanted to with Natsuko at this point it was almost worse to be asked, but Natsuko remembered her instructions and almost whispered, "No ma'am, please go ahead."

Then Monica did something that really shocked poor Natsuko, she got up, went to the door, and said, "I'll be right back." Not being able to stop herself she added, "Don't go anywhere" and giggled before leaving the room.

Natsuko was beyond mortified, as embarrassing and humiliating as it was to be vulnerable and exposed in front of Monica, being left alone was so much worse. What if someone wandered into her room by mistake? What if it was a man? What would they think seeing her utterly naked, arms and legs spread wide open, her (now) sopping wet pussy swollen open practically begging to be used. To make matters worse the position of the table placed that eager and ready pussy facing the door and with her head strapped down someone could easily enter the room and admire the view without her ever being able to see who it was. If they crouched down, they could probably come right up between her legs without her being able to see them. Natsuko shuddered, at least as much as the restraints would allow, not sure if she was more terrified someone would take advantage of her like this, or more worried they wouldn't.

To Natsuko, it seemed like an eternity that she was left alone and exposed while her mind and pussy tormented her, but in reality, it was only a few minutes before Monica returned announcing herself as she did so as not to shock her poor, naked, and helpless client.

"I'm going to have to touch you down there to apply this, so if you feel my fingers that's why."

Natsuko was relieved she just warned her this time instead of asking for her permission. It just seemed to make the humiliation so much deeper when she had to consent and even ask to be treated like this.

Suddenly she felt Monica's warm hands touch her puffy and oh so sensitive pussy lips, gently spreading them open before sliding something faintly phallic between them. Just as gently as she opened her pussy lips Monica closed them, making the feeling of this long thin cylindrical object even more pronounced. She finished by patting Natsuko's now closed but still enflamed pussy with what Natsuko thought almost felt like affection.