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.
"I simply want to thank you for letting me out to use the restroom and helping me walk there." Even though she ached, she also knew he would be putting her right back when she was done. But if she did this, that was a few more minutes she wouldn't have to spend folded up. Maybe he'd even let her eat soon. Her stomach growled at the idea and she flushed a deep red with embarrassment.
"I apologize." He ran his hand through her hair
"I can feed you Skye." The hunger clawed desperately at her insides making her stomach cramp, she needed something...anything.
She reached up and started to unbuckle his belt along with his jeans until he was free, rock hard and proudly displayed as he moved it closer to her lips. She opened her mouth wide, being careful to block her teeth from his sensitive skin. Her jaw relaxed as she took him further and further in. She adjusted quickly to his size, having spent most of her time outside the box servicing him. Michael groaned, a hand tangled in her short messy hair. He muttered praises as she licked her way up and down his shaft. She hated herself for the way it made her feel, like a filthy whore; but it also stirred a sick need within her. This was the only time he was nice, when occasionally he showed her mercy. The fact she offered, almost begged to do it excited him and sickened her. But not enough to stop her from doing it anyways. She was tired of hanging onto her strength. Hadn't she tried enough? Didn't she deserve to make things easier on herself? At least for a little while. It didn't mean she was giving up forever, but she had to survive and this seemed to be the only way. Michael's eyes closed, head tilted up as his hips flexed forward, meeting her downward thrust. She gagged and he held her there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of her throat convulsing around him. The sight of her body heaving, trying to survive while he blocked her airway with his entire length had him making noises she hadn't heard before. He pulled out slowly and she sputtered, gasped and fell into a coughing fit. But even as she coughed she kept her mouth open wide, ready to accept him again.
"Your husband will be so pleased with your improvement Skye." Lyndsay's hands rested on his thighs and he brought one up, demonstrating what he wanted her to do next. She cupped his balls, gently massaging them in her hand while the other remained on his hip. She could feel his body begin to tighten and tense as he started pulling her head down, her face meeting his pelvis as he picked up speed. Michael muttered deep praises mixed with degrading words. She concentrated on relaxing and letting him take control and slam his body into hers. When Michael finally came he pulled out halfway through, covering her face and chest with thick ropes of his cum. It pooled and he wiped the tip off on her lips.
"Mmmm, you are a fast learner." She looked up at his flushed face, a look of raw possessiveness flashed through his eyes but he shook it away.
"Could learn from her, sweet wife," he spat the last word out in disappointment. Lyndsay remained kneeling, chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breaths. The cum turned cold but she stayed still. Already she could feel her stomach calm.
"Clean her up wife." He kicked Caitlin again, and she started to crawl towards Lyndsay. She kneeled in front of Lyndsay and looked back at Michael who raised his hand threateningly. Caitlin grabbed both of Lyndsay's arms and she could feel Caitlin's tongue across her collarbone. Her body shivered as she tried not to move.
"All of it Caitlin." Michael ordered, placing himself behind Caitlin. Lyndsay had never been into girls back when she even thought about sex or relationships; Clyde had ruined all that for her. Caitlin's tongue ran over her cheeks, forehead and ended on her lips. Michael grabbed her hips as he positioned himself and rammed into her.
"Kiss her Caitlin. I want you to taste me from her lips." The idea made Lyndsay nervous. She'd never been with a girl, exchanging such an intimate act with a female made her uneasy.
"No." argued Caitlin.
"I know you want to kitten, I can feel how wet the idea makes you." He grabbed her hair and shoved her face into Lyndsay's. Caitlin cried in pain, trying to fight him off but it was to no avail.
"Skye, you kiss her." She didn't think twice she grabbed Caitlin's face and pressed her lips to hers. Lyndsay opened her eyes the exact moment Caitlin's shot wide in surprise. Michael thrust himself forward and Caitlin opened her mouth, allowing Lyndsays in. She tasted a little salty and sweet and Caitlin finally stopped fighting, her arms resting on Lyndsay's knees..
"Grab her breasts." Michael arched Caitlin's back baring her breasts. Lyndsay reached up and squeezed them gently, rubbing her palm over her nipples. These were things that felt good to her, guiltily so, so she figured Caitlin would like it too. She leaned her head forward and brought one to her mouth. It was amazing how something so simple and small could cause such powerful reactions.
Caitlin squealed, Michael moaned and Lyndsay continued her attentions. She felt in control, almost powerful. Michael reached around and grabbed Lyndsay's hand, pulling it down so she could feel the exact place where he joined with Caitlin. Her fingers stroked the bottom of his shaft as he thrust forward, his cock slick with Caitlin's juices and he groaned. Caitlin ground her hips forward gasping at the sensation of Lyndsay's hand so close. Lyndsay brought her fingers back towards her, feeling the silky folds of Caitlin's pussy until she reached the prized destination. She began to gently massage it, listening to Caitlin gasp and shudder and sink further down against Michael.
"Keep doing whatever you're doing, she's really liking it." Lyndsay's hands pressed harder as she moved her fingers around, flicking them against the little hardened bud. She knew what awaited Caitlin if she continued.
"Skye, stop!" Caitlin pleaded.
