Of all my fantasies, Girl In A Box is the most involved; I've yet to write it up properly.

Sometimes it is as simple as the title, but in my spare time I've tinkered with the mythology around the fantasy quite a bit. It is ultimately set in a twisted fascist future in which there are vending machine style contraptions into which criminals are placed to "serve their time" on street corners.

Men often line up around the block when a new machine is installed and "dup" the machines by going in one after another. There is an initial fee to "open" the box and thereafter you are charged only for the time you spend with it... therefor it is to their advantage to keep pumping money into the machine to make sure that it never closes. More advance boxes allow for multiple orifice access, etc.

The victim is kept immobile and their vital signs are monitored from a central hub. They are provided with food via a feeding tube in older models, and intraveinously in newer models. Most men and women would rather die then be subjected to the treatment, which can be as small as a matter of days or last for years depending on the nature of their crime.

Extensive physical therapy is often required before they are able to function normally again after being rendered immobile for that length of time... mental recouperation can take a lot longer. Thankfully, a portion of the funds they "earn" are allocated to a savings account, with which they can start a new life once they have been suitably punished for their infractions.

... it took them years to catch me and I went laughing into the box. Where others screamed and begged for death, I cheered. The court went utterly silent around me and the assembled audience watched in horror, secretly thinking it a blessing in disguise that my mind snapped before I had to endure the torment of The Box.

... sometimes they can still hear me laughing inside of the terrible contraption, even though my mouth is supposed to be gagged. I do my best to get exercise by flexing my muscles in place - I intend to walk away from my incarceration. The customers think I am dangerous and insane, and that just makes me all the more popular.

I will be fucking rich when this is all over, and nothing else can quench my insatiable lust.





Whew... first time I've told that to someone besides my live-in lover (who has gotten pretty good at faking voices and swapping toys). Think of it as the ultimate gang-bang fantasy. :-)

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All of the above.