I Was A Vaginal Courier

...among other things. I mean--they didn't only use my vagina!

I was no innocent when they caught me. It was my dealer, my lover, my cowboy man--John Wayne, Sam Elliot and Costner all rolled into one--who started me on that road. He would barely pull out of fucking me and would say: "Don't clean up too much--we need you all nice and lubricated!" He would fill as many plastic baggies with the powder that he could. Then he would make me open wide as I stuffed them inside.

"Stand up. Walk around," he would order. I blithely complied, totally naked and feeling like I was still loaded with his cock and his cum.

"All good? Nothing falling out? Great!" He would slap my ass. "Get some fucking clothes on; you've got a plane to catch."

When I was caught, they didn't do anything right. Yes, I was on a puddle-jumper flight to a little, very non-international airport; but still.

The local police should not have taken me. But take me they did. They had me strip totally in their hot, dank interrogation room. Then they had me lean naked over the chair with my legs spread.

They didn't really strip-search me as much as fist-fuck me. After they had already pulled out the goddamned baggies, they had to keep going in deeper. Two overweight, sweaty, middle-aged cops. At least they changed gloves as they took turns going deep in my cunt and then into my asshole.

I was literally thrown naked in their basement cell overnight. I was left alone. I gave up screaming. Eventually I gave up crying.

I must have fallen asleep on the wooden bench with the paint peeling. Two men, all in black, black turtlenecks, black slacks, black dress shoes and even black sunglasses were standing over me.

"Stand up. Hands above your head. Now turn around, slowly."

I complied. I was in a daze.

They looked at each other.

"She'll do," one said. The other nodded.

They dragged me out, still naked. There was a black Lincoln, engine idling in the back alley.

They headed for the trunk. One guy popped it remotely.

"Oh no no no!"

One guy pulled out a ball gag. Were things like that standard issue? They forced it around my head and stuffed the gag into my mouth. One of them lifted me up like I was a rag doll and tossed me into the trunk.

It slammed shut.

I started crying again. I couldn't scream.

How did I actually fall asleep again?

I woke with a start. I was lifted out, roughly. I was in an underground parking garage. A thick black hood was dropped over my head. My hands were pulled behind my back.

I was cuffed. I could feel them drag me to an elevator.

Up up up. So fast, I almost got dizzy.

Down a long corridor, then into a room so bright I could tell through my hood. The hood was removed. The cuffs were taken off. I was thrown into what I can only describe as a big plastic cube, about ten feet each side. It was seemingly constructed of see-through plastic slats. Each slat was about ten inches across, and crisscrossed with slats in the other direction. There was about five inches of empty space in between the slats.

The cube started to rise. I gasped. I crab-clawed my body into a corner. Two feet, then four. Then it was an impossible eight feet off the ground. How did I know? Men in black and blue uniform shirts started coming in under me. The tallest head had to be two feet below.

I was so scared. I started rocking, slowly, arms across my breasts. So many people had seen me naked but I was covering my breasts.

"The plastic is real strong... and kind of bouncy."

I stared down at the speaker.

"I'm 210 and I could jump up and down."

I stopped rocking and began shaking my head.

"You'll learn. You'll have ten days in here, and you'll be required to exercise. You'll be doing jumping jacks before too long."

My head wouldn't stop shaking.

"What's so special about this one that she gets the cube treatment?" That was another man.

"Really pretty face, big tits, and a dyno-mite pair of legs. Plus: she's done this shit before!"

"What about her pussy? Nobody can get a good look at her pussy when she's like that."

"Oh: she'll show her pussy and she'll be finger-fucking herself in both holes if she wants to eat.

"You hear that baby?"

He was apparently addressing me.

"We're gonna hafta see you creaming or you don't eat a fucking thing."

They left.

I tried out walking on the slats. I was so scared it was like my heart was going to jump out of my chest. Totally transparent, and eight feet up.

After a while, I tried bouncing... without looking down!

My information specialist was right--strong and bouncy.

How many hours passed? I was getting hungry and I had to eat! My helpful guy finally strolled in.

"You wanna eat?"

"I... I have to pee!"

He laughed. "Squat in the opposite corner."

I gingerly made my way over. His eyes never stopped raking my naked form.

I squatted down... and some kind of panel opened up. I looked between my legs and saw swirling water.

"Go ahead," he said. "I'm waiting; then you'll wanna pay for your supper."

I looked up at the high white ceiling. I closed my eyes. I let it go.

He clapped. "That was something! Now; you wanna put on a private show for me?"

I stared down.

"Lean over, facing me. Let me see it all--tits down to slit."

I spread my body out, pushing myself up on my elbows, numbly.

"Do you know what to do, or do you need instructions?"

I put my fingers in my mouth, wetting them. I pulled and squeezed my big brown crinkly nips. I ran my fingers down to my belly and played with my hair.

I started digging in. I teased the sensitive skin around my vaginal opening. I pushed down on my hood and swirled my fingers around my clit.

Then three fingers went in.

"Nice! Do it just for me, you sweet cunt! After this, you'll have an audience."

I stared at him. He was so average-looking, I couldn't even describe him. But I finger-fucked myself for him.

Once I knew I was cumming, I pushed my pussy into an opening between slats. I could feel myself spasming; I could feel my sticky juices squirting out.

I collapsed.

"God," he intoned. "God." He nodded his head. "You are good. They picked a really special little slut. You'll do just fine in here."

There was a whirring and I watched as a clear tray rose up to me on a near-invisible wire or string. The tray slid perfectly into a recess obviously designed for it.

I gingerly bounced over. It contained a small salad, a tiny bowl of mixed fruit and a midsized piece of unappetizing grilled chicken.

"Sorry about that, but it's your first meal. Once you're more fully trained, and more accepting of your role, the meals will get better. I promise."

He left.

As I poked at my food with the plastic utensils, I believed I now knew why I was here. I was not being punished so much as I was being trained--trained not only to accept my nudity, but more to accept that my naked female body now existed to provide nothing but sexual entertainment.

I could live with that.

I ate.

* * * * *

I kind of lost track of time. Masturbating, eating, peeing and pooping, jumping jacks--all activities in the nude and all with groups of men intently watching.

I do think it was Day Three when the lack of white going up my nose hit me. I never knew I was that bad. I got the shakes and curled into a naked ball.

And then I didn't make it to the toilet hole. I threw up my lunch.

I knew they were watching me. Almost instantly, I was sprayed--the whole cube was sprayed with soapy foam. I wasn't ready for that and it got in my eyes.

Then: the scalding hot water.

I screamed. My skin turned lobster red.

It was done as quickly as it started. Deep red lights came on. They were hot lights. There was an increase in airflow too.

One of the guys walked in below. I sensed him but my eyes were scrunched shut.

"It'll all be dry in less than twenty. Next time, huddle closer to your potty. That wasn't unexpected, and we have been putting stuff in your feed that should help."

He left.

'In your feed'... not even 'food.' Why not. I was only a naked animal, still being trained.

It wasn't all jumping jacks and jacking off. (Men do love making naked girls do jumping jacks.) There was a guy I liked. He was nice to me when he was alone. When he was with the other guys, he would join in and joke and comment on my tits, ass and pussy. Why not? That's what guys do.

Alone, he was different. He talked to me. He asked me if I was tired of the jumping jacks. I said "Oh yes. I keep thinking my feet will go through the spaces between the fucking slats!"

He laughed and held up a cellphone. "We're not supposed to have these but..."

I understood. He was sharing a secret with me. That was so cool that I feel myself getting sexy. I mean for real. My crinkly nips woke up, and I had to open my thighs to give my suddenly hot puss some air.

"Do you like to dance?"

"Oh god! I love it!"

"Name your tune."

I was getting giddy. I wanted him to come up on that pulley and I would have sucked him dry.

"Umm... that one that goes 'any thing that feels this good: well it must be illegal.'"

He smirked. "That's called 'Criminals' ya know."

I got quiet. I was a criminal. I should've been in one of those women's prisons right now. Like in the movies, the big bad girls who used other girls would be making me their little bitch.

I almost started crying. I was so grateful that they brought me here instead. I was grateful that I was naked in this cube, and that I was sexy enough so that groups of men came in just to watch me diddling myself.

I was such a silly girl.

He put the song on. "Dance for me, you sweet, sexy naked little thing."

Oh god. Did I put on a show! I jumped from slat to slat. I raised and pumped my arms, which made my breasts jiggle. I kicked my legs up and wide, which opened up my pussy. I bent over and shook my ass in his general direction, even pulling things open back there.

When I was done, we were both breathless.

"We are allowed to take one video home per night. One video of one of the girls we're training. I am taking that one home. I will enjoy myself, and you. I will take it slow."

I blushed and I had to blink back tears.

* * * * *

I should have known my training was over the night I got Caesar salad, chicken parm and pasta for dinner. Sated, I literally slept like a baby in my usual fetal position.

I sensed someone below me. I knew it was someone new. I opened my eyes and I slid so naturally and easily into position which was sitting up with my legs open and pussy pointed at him. I was leaning forward slightly so that my big tits were well presented too.

You know those movies in which the country is being attacked by aliens--or World War Three is about to start? The President is always played by a good-looking guy in his fifties with silvery-gray hair who exudes confidence in his matching silvery-gray suit.

That was him--looking up at me and smiling.

"You are a very special girl to me. You're my sweet girl."

And the cube began to lower.

I burst out crying.

"There, there. All will be well. You have pleased us all... especially me... so much."

Side panels swung open the second my cube hit the floor. I stood there, naked, using the back of my hand to wipe my eyes.

"Am I... free?"

"Only free to serve us. But yes: you are free of the cube."

I didn't know what possessed me. I ran out and ran the three or four steps to this distinguished gentleman... and I hugged him.

"Oh my!" he exclaimed. "My god; you are sooo sweet!"

"I'm sorry," I gulped and pulled back. "I haven't had a shower--or shaved--in eleven days! I must be awful!"

"Never," he replied. "You are exquisite."

He stepped up to me. He circled my left nipple with his right index finger.

"Quite exquisite."

I calmed down. "You like me? Could I be one of your... ladies one day?"

He laughed. "How bold. And to assume I have... ladies. You will need a bit more experience under your belt." His eyes went down to my furry slit. "Metaphorically speaking!"

He laughed as his hand strayed down to my lower hair. He teased and pulled. I instinctively raised my lower body and tried to push myself, my wet cunt, up and into his hand.

He drew back. He nodded. "Very well trained. I am impressed."

"Trained to be a naked slut!" I retorted, then I regretted saying that to him. I blushed.

But he laughed again. "Not that there's anything wrong with that!"

We both laughed.

"Now, lets get you all cleaned up, and ready for your first assignment." He went to the door. "I will make a note." He looked me over. "After you've served us one year, I will personally determine if you are ready to be one of my... ladies."

He left. A guard came for me. It was a blindfold only; no cuffs this time. He led me to the elevator; it felt like we only went down a few floors.

Down a long corridor, a right turn--then he pushed me into a room.

"Take your blindfold off." A female voice.

I did and I saw an extremely muscular, extremely flat-chested blonde. She had snake tattoos that swirled around her thighs. Both hissing snake heads had tongues out and were aimed right at her shaved pussy.

Two men were standing on either side. The older guy had dark hair and was built like a football player... I mean 230 lbs and a tight body. The younger guy had beautiful, sandy-blonde hair. He looked like a college student!

(Did they offer internships?)

The young guy had the longest and skinniest legs, arms and cock combination that I had ever seen.

All three were very naked.

"There she is!" The blonde was beaming. "Lets get you cleaned up!"

She led me through a locker room area, into a big enclosed shower. The shower had five sides and three shower heads: one overhead; two handheld.

It would have been a tight fit for three nude bodies, much less four. As they cleaned me up, I kept getting bumped by two increasingly hard cocks as well as two increasingly hard nipples.

I didn't mind.

The blonde had me lean my head back and set about washing my hair. The two men took a side each. They covered me with lavender body wash. They only used their hands. They did use fingers to get inside me, both front and back.

Then they doused me with hot water from the handhelds set on pulse. One guy held me open as the other guy pulsed me from clittie to cuntie.

"Easy with that," the blonde warned. "She's a juicer and we don't want to keep cleaning her up."

I blushed.

Blondie only dried off my ass. "We'll be sitting under heat lamps," she told me. "I'll dry your hair and the guys will shave you."

I sat on a leather bench in the locker room. The blonde used a blow dryer.

The guys used hot lather and those pink ladies shavers.

The guys still worked their own side of my body. College boy had the right side, buff man my left. They shaved under my arms. They shaved my legs.

I was sure they were gonna shave my pussy bald. Instead, they only neatly trimmed it into a thick upside-down triangle.

Finally done, they had me stand in front of a mirror and I checked myself out.

"God!" I said. I had never looked so fucking good; clothes on or off.

"The guys agree," Blondie said. She inclined her head in their direction. Both were sporting impressive erections.

"Which one to do want to reward?" She knelt down on the locker room floor.

I got it.

I picked the blonde boy.

I knelt next to the blonde girl, in between the benches and the lockers.

He came up to me so eagerly. My goodness: he was long and wiry all over. I surprised him by leaning forward and taking his whole cock in my mouth. Then I played with him. I would let it pop out and I gave him little licks in unexpected places.

I even got both of his balls in my mouth. I looked up at him like men like and he was nodding and grinning like an idiot.

I had had enough. I wanted to move on to my assignment. I wet my lips and made my mouth real tight and I started seriously mouth-fucking him. I went faster and faster and I even made yummy sounds like: "mmmm..."

When he came, I took him full in so that his juicy juice went straight down my throat. I left my mouth open slightly to let air in.

He backed off... then he really surprised me by mussing my hair and kissing my forehead.

I had not been paying attention to Blondie and the buff guy. She was just finishing him off. She looked at me.

"I was watching you. We didn't train you to do that!"

"I'm a natural."

We all laughed.

The girl led me over to the sink. There was a medicine cabinet above the sink. She extracted a travel-sized bottle of mouthwash.

"Swish and spit," she instructed.

I did so.

"Let's check." And she wrapped her arms around my waist. She kissed me. As she dropped her hands to my naked ass, we tasted each other's mouths with our tongues.

"She's clean," she announced, breathlessly. We all laughed again.

The same guard appeared. I pulled the blindfold on. We only went down the same long corridor, and made a few turns.

Predictably, he shoved me into the next room.

"There she is. Take that blindfold off."

I saw a guy in his thirties, seated behind a desk, facing me.

"You can see why she was chosen." That was from a blonde girl, behind a desk on my right. Her golden tresses went down to her shoulders, and was wearing matching gold wire-rim glasses.

"Pretty face, big tits for her frame, and legs that go all the way up." That from yet another generic office guy. He was seated behind a table to my left. There was a dark blonde, somewhat older woman next to him with her hair in a ponytail. She was silent.

There were all kinds of... "things" on the table.

I tried not to look at them.

"Guys! Lets not forget that pussy of hers. I mean, that's why she's here," added golden blonde.

Guy number one nodded. "Open your legs sweet girl, and lean back a bit. Present yourself to me."

I licked my lips and gulped. I should have been used to being naked and exposing myself by now...

He leaned forward. "Woo-eee! That is one fucksble, suckable little twat!"

"Are her legs really that great?" golden blonde questioned.

First guy leaned back. "Wanna do a comparison?"

The girl stared. "Me??"

"Come on. Be a sport. You brought it up."

She sighed and stood up. She went around her desk and stood next to me.

"Now what?"

"Well. Take off those heels. They give you an unfair advantage."

The girl pulled each shoe off and put them atop her desk. "Now what?" She was rolling her eyes.

"Do I have to tell you?"

The girl looked to the ceiling as she slowly began to hike up her skirt. It was a loose fabric, and it was knee-length.

It had been knee-length.

She hiked it to mid-thigh and glared at the guy. "That's gonna be it!"

"You can do better than that! You don't hafta show us your panties... unless you're not wearing any!"

She looked back to the ceiling. Her skirt had to be an inch below panty-level now.

I had to wonder what the vibe was here. Were the men so used to ordering the naked female prisoners around, that it also applied to their fellow female employees?

The girl was beet red and I started blushing in sympathy.

But the guy was having fun prolonging her agony.

"What do you guys think?"

The other two made a big show of studying our two pairs of bared legs. They conferred. The silent blonde finally spoke:

"It's 'sweet girl' by far!"

Golden blonde immediately let her skirt fall. She grabbed her heels and plopped down back behind her desk.

"Look at her blushing!" First guy was looking at me. "Everything she's been through--finger-fucking herself for her feed--and she still blushes! That's what makes this one so special; so mother-fucking adorable!"

"Enough of the nude admiration society. Lets get her fitted and ready to go." The older blonde gestured me over.