Shipping the Girl

Did you ever do something that you wish you had never done? Did the spectre of regret invade your mind and kick your brain around inside of your skull? Did you ever utter those immortal words, "What the hell was I thinking?"

The silence was driving Charlie crazy. Just confined in that crate, that stupid crate, a crate what was unfortunately her new home. She knew the damned crate all too well but it was where she had willing placed herself. To be transported. She had nothing else to do but contemplate what had prompted her to get into this stupid shipping crate.

She had met that couple at a very vulnerable time and when they said that they were looking for a subject to submit to a test they were so very convincing. And the prospect of spending one or two years under their complete and total control seemed so outrageously crazy that it was something that she simply could not resist.

"You have to understand right up front," said the elegant woman sitting on the other side of the table. "We are not doctors or scientists. We are simply everyday people who have delved into things like mind control and confinement at very simple and basic levels. We have been very fortunate to have several subjects volunteer to submit to our tests and experiments."

Her husband took a sip of his martini and nodded, adding carefully, "We have been involved in the BDSM community for years. While we could be considered sadists we are more interested in the process of mental torment rather than the plebeian whips and paddles used to inflict physical pain. We feel that the torture of the brain is a far more effect method of inflicting pain."

Charlie watched them carefully because as she had an unfortunate history of self harm but she had never really taken steps to be involved in any form of S&M with anyone else. She had met this couple online and they were obviously way out of her league. Their conversation online had been brief but had lit a fire in her. She felt almost compelled to meet them in person.

"When you said that you would be interested in a long term trial in our care and control I was very intrigued," said the woman. "I am not sure what you consider long term to be, but we would like complete control over a subject for the period of at least a year up to two years."

Charlie sat and listened but for reasons more or less based on ignorance felt no shock or awe at the mention of a one or two year commitment. She had, in her mind, considered that she needed something that would take her out of the regular routine of what had been her life for a period of time. How long a period she couldn't say. Her distinct lack of shock or hesitancy at the mention of a year of two gave the couple encouragement to push their agenda further.

"You do have to understand to make this, ummmm, experiment work, you would have to agree to complete and total submission, without any means of escape or exit," continued the woman. "There would be no safe words. Once you agree, you become our subject. You would have no choice. Once we start we want to continue. Otherwise the whole project is simply ruined."

Charlie nodded in agreement although truth be known she wasn't all that sure as to what she was agreeing to. Although in a strange way she couldn't help but feel somewhat excited at the prospect.

The couple then started delving into various aspects of an S&M scenario posing queries about this process or that and her acceptance levels. Charlie listened but was she really listening and understanding. Probably not. The way she was feeling she wanted to start, like, right now.

After about 5 minutes of probing questions Charlie grew both confused and bored with the process and leaned across the table and said quietly to the woman, who definitely seemed to be the one in charge, "I am willing to submit to you and do as you wish. All I ask is that I come out of it with all of my parts in tact."

The woman smiled, "And what do you expect to get out of this my dear?"

"A lot of discomfort, pain and agony, I suppose," Charlie answered carelessly. "That and something like one hundred thousand dollars."

"We will send you a check for 50," said the woman casually. "But when we send you that shipping crate, you had better be in it and eager to serve. You will get the second 50 if you adequately serve."

"Shipping crate," Charlie asked, eyes widening?

"Yes, that is how you will be delivered to us," answered the man almost casually. "To get you into the proper frame of mind from the start."

"Damn, these two are serious" Charlie thought to herself. "I will be in so far over my head."

Without clogging her mind further about what she was about to do she wrote two addresses on two different cocktail napkins. "Send the shipping crate here and the check there. He will take care of the money and I guess I will take care of shipping myself to you."

"Excellent," said the woman, smiling for the first time. "But be aware that it will be our goal to make you regret getting in that shipping crate, my dear girl."

Well did those words ring true as regret was already front and center as she just sat in what had to be an open area as the crate was warming up significantly. Although she could see nothing she could only assume that the crate was sitting out in the sun someplace.

The wait wasn't all that much longer and she felt the crate being lifted and then slid into something. That something would turn out to be what she assumed to be a pick-up truck. The ride was exceedingly bumpy and the crate was far from sealed tightly so she could feel wind whipping against her naked skin as the truck bumped along down a road.

She heard a few hard raps on the outside of the crate and a faint voice of a woman saying almost cheerfully, "welcome to your new life my dear. We will be back to un-crate you in a couple of hours."

She whimpered into her gag but then thought, "they are exerting their control over you and making you wait. Better get used to this."

True to their word and some time later she felt the vibration of a power screw driver removing the screws from the top. That wait was by far the worst as she was desperately wanting out of that damned crate. Finally the lid was pulled off and she felt the sun on her naked body.

They commented positively on how well she restrained herself inside of the crate as they removed each item slowly and methodically. She was pushed back down in place until all of the restraints were removed and then she was grabbed by her arms and stood upright.

She had taken extra care to try to make the confinement within the crate as comfortable as possible and yet she hurt everywhere. Her wrists and ankles were chaffed and her knees, they simply killed. And the rest of her body? Well, had they not been holding her upright she probably would have fallen.

They walked her out of the crate and while one of them, probably the man, held her upright the woman removed the tube from her mouth and inserted a smaller tube.

"This is water dear," said a woman's voice. "Try to drink slowly but I want you to drink it all down too fast."

She took an experimental suck on the tube and cool water came out. She was very thirsty and started sucking it in quickly. Too quickly as she started to choke on the excess.

She felt a feminine but strong hand slap her bottom hard as the woman scolded, "I said slowly!"

She drank more slowly.

When the bottle was empty she was walked across the dirt of the ground and into what seemed to be a small building. She had her plugs removed and sat on a toilet to relieve herself and then moved onto a bed.

"You need some rest so sleep here," the woman told her as soft and pliable leather straps were fastened around her wrists and ankles that were bound to the bed. The hood was still covering her head, blinding her and dulling her hearing. She thought to herself that she couldn't actually sleep like this because she never slept on her back.

She was wrong as the next thing she felt was the straps being unbuckled and she was being led to sit on the toilet once more. After she was done she was sat on straight back wooden chair as the hood was being removed.

When the hood was off her eyes blinked at the brightness that invaded her eyes. In actuality the room was not bright at all but to her eyes that had been covered for a few days it took a while to focus. When she did she quickly scanned the room.

It was quite small, about 10 foot square maybe, and in many ways resembled what she might think of as a jail cell. The room had no windows and contained only three things. The bed, a toilet and the wooden chair she sat on. That was it. The bed had no sheets or blanket and only a single uncovered pillow. There was a cheap looking light fixture on the ceiling.

The woman stood before her and spoke first, "Welcome to your training my dear. You are no longer who you were. You are now known as number 9. This initial phase of your training will begin to adapt you to your new life. You need to learn to accept that your old life is gone forever and this is all you will have. Failure to accept will not be pleasant for you.

"You will stay confined in this room for as long as we deem it necessary. When you prove to be ready you will be moved along to the next phase."

"You must first learn that compliance and acceptance are crucial to your very survival and well being," said the man speaking for the first time. "Compliance and acceptance. Compliance in that you will learn to do as we instruct at all times. Acceptance in that you will come to accept that this is your life now and there is no going back."

"Now there are four simple rules for this phase," said the woman. "First is that, on the wall over there you will see a tube. If you suck on it you will get water. Second, the light above will determine night and day for you. You will not have any control over when it is on or off. Thirdly, you will hear a buzzer and a tray of food will be pushed through that slot in the floor. You are to eat that food right then and when you are done eating you are to immediately slide the tray back through the little door on the floor."

She sat there, a million thoughts racing through her brain. Fortunately she said nothing.

"Lastly," continued the woman. "You are not to speak. Ever. Words are no longer acceptable for you and speaking them will cause great pain. And we don't want that, now do we?"

She shook her head vigorously.

"You will now remain in this room until we determine it is time to take you out and accelerate your training," said the man. "You will have no human contact at all except when one of us comes in for a simple training exercise. When you receive your first training exercise you will learn what that is."

The man and woman said nothing more and simply exited the room and left her sitting on that chair.

She completely overwhelmed as she sat there and scanned her eyes around the room. There were no walls on three sides just the wood studs and what was probably the inside of the outside walls.. It reminded her of a storage shed her uncle had had in his yard.

The one wall with the door on it looked smooth and different. It was definitely added in. She quickly located the tube sticking through the wall and on the same side of the door on that wall was a little door on the floor.

Having nothing to do at all she went over to explore them. The tube was positioned about 2 feet from the floor. It was definitely positioned to force the drinker to get on her knees to drink and even at that she would have to bend over to get the mouth on the plastic tube.

She got on her knees and bent to take an experimental drink. It didn't take a lot of sucking for it to produce water at about room temperature. She started to move over to investigate the little door but took another longer drink.

She then moved over and gave the door of the little hatch a push. The door swung outward and then swung back. She laid on the floor and pushed the door open as far as it would go and looked through the opening. She saw nothing. She let the flap swing shut and got back to her knees. She pushed and tapped on that wall but it was solid and unyielding.

She explored the other walls to determine that those as well were more than strong enough to keep her locked inside. She sat back in the chair and looked around again.

"Well, stupid, you wanted to be tested so welcome to your new world. You stupid and silly girl."

Se sat in the chair and just contemplated her situation and then as if in an answer to a prayer the light went out. The room was plunged into complete darkness.

She found the bed and laid down and eventually drifted off to sleep. She awoke and it was still in pitched darkness. She needed to pee and got up and tried to find the corner with the toilet in the dark. She stubbed her naked toes on the only other piece of furniture in the room.

"Fucking shit," she cried out as she stuck her small toes of her right foot into the chair.

She eventually found the toilet and relieved herself. As she got up and was fishing around in the dark for toilet paper she realized that there was no toilet paper. Or at least she didn't remember seeing any. She cautiously found the bed by almost falling over it and sat down as she was unwilling to try to find that stupid chair that tried to wreck her poor toes.

She sat for a while on the bed, wondering what the hell to do with herself and the light came on. It wasn't a particularly bright light but when darkness was all one could see it seemed very bright when it first come on.

She went over, got on her knees on the wooden floor and took a couple of long drinks of water. And as she was the buzzer sounded and a tray was slid into the room. She eagerly took the tray and sat on the bed and ate for the first time in who knows when.

The tray contained cut up pieces of fruit, two carrots and what turned out to be a ham sandwich. It had mustard on it. Yuck, she never much cared for mustard but she gobbled it down regardless. She ate everything on the tray and then scurried over to slide the tray back.

"What a good little girl you are Charlie," she mused to herself. "Pathetic and stupid but good."

She went back and sat on the chair and did what she had been doing. Nothing. Several hours later the nothing was replaced by darkness as the light was once again extinguished. She went to bed. This time it took a while as she lay there staring into dark nothingness but she did manage do slip away into sleep once again.

The next "day" started out much the same except that there was no food. The nothingness of the day was interrupted when she heard the door being unlocked and the woman came inside closing the door behind her.

Without any discussion or commentary she instructed Charlie to stand behind the chair bend over the back and grab hold of the seat with her hands. She said nothing and immediately assumed that pose.

Without uttering a word of warning the woman brought a leather strap down hard against her back side. The force of the blow caused Charlie to yelp out in pain. She started to move but thought better of it and her reward for remaining still was another slap of that leather strap. Harder than the first.

"Damn it that hurts," thought Charlie as she got another slap prompting smothered yelp as she tried her best not to say anything.

"The first one was to get your attention, number 9," said the woman. "The second, because you spoke and the third because you uttered a profanity. These next ones are simply because I am going to enjoy hitting your lovely backside."

With that three more hard swats were delivered to her naked butt. Each slap was delivered to an as yet un-hit portion of skin and they all hurt like crazy. She had never been hit that before. She was crying openly now. She didn't want to but it seemed as if she had no choice.

The woman then walked in front of her and Charlie tried to look up at her but she pushed her head back down.

"From this point forward, when you hear the door opening this is the position you are to assume," she said. "Is that understood number 9?"

She nodded yes the best she could with her head being pushed down as it was. With that agreement the woman released her grip on her head and left.

Charlie didn't know what to do so she remained bent over the chair for a while. Eventually she rose and caressed her backside with her hand. It felt warm to the touch but nothing was bleeding. She tried to twist to look at it but couldn't see much. There certainly wasn't a mirror in the place to assess the damage.

She walked around the small room for awhile and when she heard the buzzer she pounced on the tray. She brought it to the bed and placed the tray on the bed she knelt and ate. Today was more fruit, two more carrots and some kind of chicken soup. There were no utensils so as the soup cooled she slurped it from the bowl.

And on and on her new life went, if you could call it that. Her "days" were controlled by that infernal light and usually each light period she would hear the door and jump to bend over the chair and offer herself to what ever punishment was chosen for her.

They used a few different implements like a strap, a wooden hairbrush, a wooden stick and what seemed to be a yard stick. There was no pattern or reasons given for the hits. She was simply hit almost daily. The woman and the man seemed to alternate. The woman was definitely the harder hitter of the two.

She would stay in the room, sleep when the light went out, eat when she was fed and get hit and hit hard when that door opened. She never saw their faces as she was quick to get into that position before they got into the room and she kept her head down while they hit her backside. She would stay in that position until she heard the door closed.

She was being worked into a ritual while, she could only assume, they enjoyed hitting her. She certainly didn't enjoy it as she usually cried out with each stroke. Thankfully they never penalized her for these involuntary outbursts.

As the days wore on she decided to eat on the floor near where the food door was so she could drink with her meal. This was also decided the first time they fed her beef stew. Since she had no implements and fingering the food meant the only place to wash up was in the toilet bowl she chose to lie on the floor and eat directly from the tray. Much easier to eat while prone on the floor if they are feeding you something like beef stew since you had no other real choice.

She realized what their plan was. One of disorientation as her time was almost distorted. They controlled her "days" in that she had no real idea how long they were. The periods of day seemed to be getting shorter, but then again was that because she had adapted to her environment.

That light would come on and she would get up knowing that her reality was that she had no idea of if it was night or day let alone what the real time of day it was. The concepts of day, night and the days had been taken from her. So kudos to them she no longer had any concept of time what so ever.

She also accepted that it was their goal to put her into situations where she would have to humiliate herself. The simple positioning of the food slot and the water tube were examples of how they chose to make her get out of her areas of comfort and human actions. And the whole absence of any sort of bedding, that was harsh. And no fucking toilet paper? Super harsh.

Add to that the rituals that defined her day. She was fed each and every "day" and usually given a beating. But not every day. It gotten to the point that when there was a period of "day" and she didn't get hit, she almost missed it. Certainly at this point when the light came back on she expected to get a nice sound beating.