Abigail in Trouble Ch. 16: Misdirected Package Part 2: Unpacking
Author's Note: This is a continuation of Chapter 15: Misdirected Package Part 1: Packing. I strongly suggest reading that chapter first (or re-reading it to remind yourself where Abigail had got to).
Several readers have asked for a picture of "The Box". The best I can do is to recommend you search for "sumomo ex" "prison field trip" and direct you to Page 8. Many details are not the same, but it was the inspiration for my story, and should give you a good idea of the position.
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Emma came downstairs and opened the door to the sound of screeching tyres. Her heart leapt in her stomach as she ran down the path, only to witness her car moving quickly down the road and disappearing around the corner at the end.
"FUCK!" she screamed, stamping her foot "OH FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!"
Her car had just been stolen! With Abigail in the trunk!
Emma panicked. Not only had her pride and joy been stolen, but her younger cousin had been tightly bound and locked in a box in the trunk! Emma paced around in circles on the front lawn holding her head and swearing to herself, paralysed by indecision, until she had calmed down a little. Grabbing her phone from her pocket she went back into the house frantically shouting for her father.
"Dad! Dad! Dad!" she called frantically.
He immediately appeared, concerned "What's all the shouting for?" he asked.
"My car's just been stolen!" Emma sobbed out. "And Abby, Abby was inside!"
"You mean to tell me that Abigail has stolen your car?" asked her incredulous father, as her mother appeared, worried about all the commotion.
"No! Someone's else has stolen my car and Abby was inside! Call the police!" cried an exasperated Emma, fumbling to call up a number on her phone.
Her father was rather sceptical that someone would risk stealing a car with someone still in it, but reached for the phone to call the police. "That's car-jacking if Abigail's in the car! We'd better get the police onto it straight away!"
"Call the police quick, Dad! But it's not car-jacking; they probably don't know she's in there. She was in the trunk!" explained Emma.
"I don't understand Emma. Abigail can't be in the trunk. We've just put her trunk in there and it was full."
Emma swallowed hard. This was going to be difficult explaining, but she, or rather Abigail didn't have time.
"Dad! Abigail was in that trunk! It was supposed to be a prank, but we hadn't counted on my car being stolen."
Her father stared at her for a few seconds, trying to comprehend the stupidity of young women, then shook his head in disbelief as he continued making the call to the police. "Can she get out of the trunk of her own?" he asked Emma, but she had turned away to make a call of her own.
"Cliff! Cliff! It's me, Emma! Something awful has just happened!" Emma frantically related what had just happened to her car with Abigail inside, while her father reported the theft to the police and the fact that his niece was "accidentally locked in the trunk".
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Meanwhile, tightly bound and packed inside the box, Abigail was lost in her own world of overwhelming pleasure torture. She was strapped up very tightly on her front with her arms pinned behind her, her legs folded back with her knees spread and wedged firmly in the form-fitting foam that filled the rest of the box, keeping her completely immobile. Her eyes were blindfolded, her ears plugged and her mouth filled with a long cock gag.
The worst part though were the devices applied to her sensitive areas to keep her aroused, until her boyfriend "rescued" her from her voluntary predicament. Two suction cups fitted snugly over her engorged nipples and hummed away, sending twangs of pleasure deep down into her pussy. A butt plug vibrator buzzed merrily in her rear, and a long, large vibrator was embedded deep in her pussy, whirring and twisting as it worked its magic on her body. A small extension near the base throbbed firmly against her ultra-sensitive clit, keeping her on edge the whole time.
She'd just crashed through a series of mind-numbingly powerful orgasms, and now the bumps in the road were causing the devices to jolt against all her most erogenous zones, keeping her climax going on and on.
Abigail didn't know how much more she could take of this before she passed out. "And why was Emma driving so recklessly?" she thought between waves of bliss. "Was she deliberately trying to hit every single bump she possibly could? Ooo, oooooh! Oh no! Here comes another one! AaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAGGGHH!"
Abigail didn't have time to think about this further as another cataclysmic wave of ecstasy swept through her young body and she came in another huge wave of forced pleasure, making her whole body tingle and quiver.
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Slim grinned as he gunned the sports car round the quiet streets, enjoying the elicit feeling of thrashing a stolen car. He needed to put some distance between himself and the owner's house, but he also needed not to draw too much attention to himself. Liam had been right, this was a nice car. It just needed disguising: a paint job and new plates, before he could sell it on, out of town of course.
Turning a corner, he could feel the rear end swinging out a little, and frowned. Then he remembered, that just before he had swooped in, he had spied the girl and a man dragging a large chest and placing it in the trunk. It must be quite heavy to effect the trim on this car so much. He made a mental note to remove it when he'd got the car hidden in his workshop.
After a few quick turns and dashes down some residential streets, he slowed down. He proceeded to work his way carefully around the outskirts of town, back to his garage by less obvious routes, where the police were less likely to be cruising. Not that they would pay much attention to a report of yet another stolen car.
After about an hour, Slim turned down the backstreet industrial lane. Lined with small business units and lock-ups where his semi-legit garage was located. Danny had already arrived back, having come by a much more direct route after dropping Slim off for the grab. As soon as Slim had swung the car into the garage and brought it to an abrupt halt, Danny wound down the steel shutter doors to hide the car from prying eyes. Slim got out of the car and high-fived Danny.
"Another nice job Danny-boy! We'll get this one resprayed and re-plated straight away. We've even got the keys! Should bring a decent price over in Detroit."
Danny grinned back, knowing he'd get his fair share of the deal. Two more other two guys entered the garage area from the back, having heard the car arrive.
"Nice one Slim. Another Beamer. I can see Bootleg taking this one straight away" congratulated one of them, a large, well-built man who looked like he'd taken too many body building steroids in his youth. "What colour shall we go for? Red?"
Slim greeted the additional two burley men with high fives. "Too obvious, Juice-man. Nah, we need something a bit more toned down, maybe a metallic grey or black. But first, there's a lump in the trunk we need to get rid of. Give me a hand Don." He gestured to the fourth man, a stocky guy, wearing overalls covered in engine oil and grease.
Slim popped the trunk and lifted the lid as Don joined him there. Meanwhile the other two, Danny, and the man referred to as Juice-man set about admiring the external and internal features of the car.
Slim was looking down at the box, wondering what the catches and the dial were for. "We saw them put this chest in the trunk, just before I nabbed it. It must be quite heavy because I could feel the rear swing out a bit."
Don helped Slim heft the box and they lifted it, none too carefully, by the end handles and put it on the floor. Slim regarded it for a moment.
"Let's get it over there onto the table, Don. I want to see what's in it."