When she came to she had no idea how much time had passed, and she awoke to darkness. Her legs ached as she struggled to relieve the pressure in her knees. She was pushed against the boards, sweat trickling all over her body, the air was hot and muggy.
"Michael?" she called out. She had already screamed over and over until she'd passed out.
"He's gone." Caitlin announced, her voice muffled through the trunk.
"Can you let me out?"
"He's locked it this time." Lyndsay tried to keep herself calm, there was just enough fresh air to keep her alive, but too much struggling made her weak and tired.
"I'm sorry about that," Lyndsay apologized. Caitlin had opened it previously and he had caught them.
"I made my own choice; I'm sorry I was rude before....I can't imagine how you've survived this long." Caitlin fell silent and time slowly passed. By the time she heard footsteps she felt eager for Michael's return, hoping for some relief to the aches in her joints. A sudden jolt and she bit her tongue, cursing. He had kicked the trunk.
"Ready to apologize?" he asked through the lid of the trunk, voice muffled by the barriers.
"Apologize for what?"
"If you don't know, then maybe you need more time to think."
"No, please. I'm sorry, I don't mean to disobey and...I need to use the restroom."
"I will let you out on the condition that you will do exactly as I say when you are finished." Her bladder had been on the point of bursting for quite some time now. She had no doubt if she didn't agree he would let her wet herself.
"I will." There was the sound of locks unclasping and a burst of fresh air invaded her lungs. She gasped, it felt like a cool breeze compared to the stale air she'd been breathing for last few hours. Michael reached in and picked her up, helping her stretch out her limbs. She managed to hobble to the bathroom and shut the door. Her body hurt and she hated to think what type of favor she would now owe. She relieved herself, washed her hands and made her way back out to the basement, hoping the damage to her limbs wouldn't be permanent.
"Come closer Skye." She obeyed.
"What can I do for you Michael?"
"I want you to stand behind Caitlin." Caitlin had been secured to the support beam while she had been in the restroom, she was wearing nothing but her birthday suit, the burn looked red and swollen, possibly infected.
"You get to swat her," Michael announced.
"What?" She looked to Michael, surely he couldn't be serious.
"Swat her."
"Please, can't I do something else?"
"No." He held out a riding crop and she took it uneasily.
"Put me back in the trunk, I can't do this."
"That's not how this works Skye, you agreed to do as I say; not going back on your word are you?"
"Not this," she was begging on her knees, hoping to plead to any sense of mercy he held.
"Thats enough!" Michael moved until he stood behind her, moving his body to wrap over hers. He gripped her hand, keeping the handle of the crop secure in hers.
"Like this Skye," he instructed. He swung and struck Caitlin across her back, the sound making Lyndsay flinch as Caitlin screamed, back arching, her arms yanking against the chains. Lyndsay tried to pull away but he was stronger and he gripped her hand harder, almost cutting off the circulation.
"Caitlin has been a bad girl and she needs to learn her lesson Skye and you're going to need to help me teach it to her."
"Please, stop." But he forced her to swing again and again. Caitlin screamed and begged but Lyndsay couldn't pull away. Michael forced her to beat his wife until Caitlin slacked against her restraints. Michael released Skye and she threw down the riding crop. She moved to comfort Caitlin but he stopped her with one arm and a look that could melt steel..
"Back into the trunk." She hesitated only a few seconds before she climbed in, knees already protesting. When she heard the lock click shut she sighed. She was forced to listen to everything he did once she was locked in, helpless to stop him.
Time passed slowly, Michael let her out a few times a day to use the restroom, or eat if she earned it. But it was never for long and it got harder and harder for her to move once she was let out. She wasn't sure how much time was passing on the outside, it seemed endless inside the trunk. She found herself looking forward to Michael's footsteps. The few short moments where she'd have freedom, fresh air and she could check on Caitlin. She heard no news of Clyde or when he would make his return. She found herself missing him; she felt familiar with Clyde. She was finding herself thinking less when given orders and more pliable to whatever was asked of her. She didn't want to be locked in the box any longer, and there was only one way to change that; she was going to have to play her part, and play it well if she ever wanted back out of this box. So when he was helping her walk out from the bathroom she sank to her knees and pressed her face against his groin, nuzzling against his already hardening cock.
"Please...let me show my gratitude." Michael laughed in triumph.
"Do not think this will guarantee you anything." She knew it would take longer than once to convince him. She had nothing but time.
