The Price of Silence
"He wants me to get into this?" Breanna asked, her mouth slightly agape.
"He sent the box specifically."
It was a large wooden chest, with a soft, upholstered beam about a foot tall, running lengthwise along the bottom. Breanna scoffed, "Well he can forget it. Whoring myself is bad enough without being delivered to the john like luggage."
"Alright, Bre. I'll get one of the other girls. But he's offering fifty times as much."
Breanna wrinkled her eyebrows. "Gah...I know, I just...feel so cheap. I never wanted this."
"No one does."
"I'll do it, Madam." Breanna sighed.
The ride had been surprisingly comfortable, despite bumps in the road. She had undressed and straddled the upholstered bar. There was even a soft pad for her knees. She hated to think about how many other girls had crouched in the same box, for the same eccentric client. But ten grand was a lot of money. She could even start thinking about going back to school, leaving this all behind her.
She had been shuffled from the car presumably into the john's house, and now waited nervously. Breanna was thoroughly trapped in the dark box. If no one came... Still, other girls had done this and they'd been fine.
Her nerves only worsened when someone finally did arrive, his heavy footsteps approaching the box. What was he going to ask of her? Was she supposed to stay in the box? None of the other girls ever said specifically what went on, so Breanna was left in the dark figuratively and literally. She took short breaths to the rhythm of her accelerating heart beat.
"Don't talk," was all he said. Breanna heard metal sliding across metal, and light poured into the box. But he hadn't opened it. She had to rest her head on the plush bar to see what had happened. Near Breanna's raised butt, a surprise opening appeared, about a half-foot in diameter. She shivered as cool air wafted across her exposed cheeks.
He moved away, and suddenly muffled music hit her ears. Was it Bach, or Tchaikovsky? Judging by the trick hole, Breanna was confident she wasn't going to be leaving the box. What sort of twisted mother-fucker wanted to have sex with a box? She couldn't imagine enduring something more dehumanizing. But he'd found her price.
She heard him moving up behind her, and the dim light faded. She braced herself, trembling, not sure what he intended to do. She gasped when she felt something wet and cold against her shaved pussy. What was that?
"Here's some lube...you'll need it," he explained.
His tone of voice was mechanical and ominous. Her heart was racing as he began to gently probe her with his fingers, smearing some sort of oil on and inside of her. Breanna tried desperately to close her eyes and imagine enjoying this. The experience was always better if she could convince herself to play along, but being trapped in a box for some faceless john was making it difficult. The lubrication might be just what she needed.
"Alright, it's time."
Breanna bit down around her hand, waiting as she heard shuffling movement behind her, beneath the blaring classical music. What was he doing? Seconds later, she heard two thumps on the lid of the box. Then she felt his hand, again, teasing her wet mound. And she felt something else, hovering just barely beneath her netherlips. He wasn't a fan of foreplay!
The man guided his cock to her. Too late to back out now! He said, "Brace yourself, this won't go easily for you."
She took his advice, trying to spread her legs apart and relax for him. His tip finally pressed up against her hole, and then everything changed. Without waiting, the man suddenly shifted forward so hard she could feel the metal box slide forward. Breanna bit her hand painfully, muffling her shocked scream. He was huge! He was hands down the largest man she'd ever come across, his massive cock splitting her apart. His intense thrust penetrated her completely, stopping only when he ground against her cervix. If not for the lube, she would have been shrieking in pain.
Thankfully, he had prepared her well. With a wet squelch he pulled out of her, stretching her internal walls before filling her again. The box was shoved forward with his second thrust, and Breanna clenched her eyes shut, tensing up as she held onto the sides of the box for dear life. Without her hand to muffle her cries, she let out an echoing scream.
The man ignored her, simply saying, "Oh god, you're tight!" She felt his hand gently rubbing against the surface of her pussy, gently tweaking her clit. His gentle touch was dramatically at odds with his third, ferocious thrust.
Breanna could do nothing but scream and moan, her voice ringing throughout the small box and deafening her. The man didn't let up, thrusting up to three times a second, keeping himself buried inside of her now. Her muscles clenched and ached around him, stretched beyond all reason. She'd never felt like this before. He massaged her clit, causing Breanna to moan and tremble. She could feel his hairy balls slamming into her thighs.
Breanna couldn't believe how large he was. Her sore pussy seemed to stretch and stretch. She tried desperately to relax herself to accommodate the man's gigantic cock, but if anything, it felt like he was getting bigger! Just the thought of that massive dick filling her up was making her grind her hips and moan.
But something was wrong. His rapid thrusts got shorter and harder, but her aching cunt kept stretching. What was happening?! Desperately, she slid a hand beneath her, reaching up to feel her pussy. The man moved his hand away, letting her feel herself. But she felt wrong. Her hand cupped a massive bulge. She was stretched several inches, and felt like there was a softball trapped inside of her cunt. Terrified, she screamed, "What is that!?"
The man just grunted and said, "Here it comes!"
One final thrust hit home, and she could feel the bulging cock inside of her begin to quiver. Her fear faded as another sensation overwhelmed her. Moaning, she began to shudder, clenching greedily around his massive cock. He began to spew inside of her, sticky ropes of cum coating her aching walls. She thrust her hips wildly as the orgasm overtook her. She didn't need to do any of her standard tricks to fake it. Breanna was completely lost to pure bliss.
She greedily milked him, feeling his warm, copious contributions flooding her womb. Thank god she was on the pill! His cock pulled hard on her, but he stayed deeply embedded. She heard some shuffling and scuffing on top of the box. She didn't care; she just moaned and groped her breasts, feeling very warm.
Breanna's eyes popped open when she heard the latches on the box flip open. The lid flipped open, flooding her eyes with light so that she couldn't see. As her eyes slowly adjusted, she saw the dark silhouette of the man standing over her.
But he was still cock-deep inside of her! He couldn't be standing there, unless... Blinking, the trembling young woman looked over her shoulder.
The first thing she saw was the rapidly wagging brown tail of the huge Great Dane. His rump was pressed up tightly against her own, and the dog looked over his shoulder at Breanna, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. Breanna's jaw dropped. Another messy squirt flooded her as the Great Dane continued to breed her. Quietly, she lowered her eyes to see the bulge she had only felt earlier. His knot had swollen, locking them together. The grotesque bulge quivered, stretching her groin several inches wide. Finally, she looked up at the man, her eyes blank.
He was naked, stroking his own cock as he looked down at the young prostitute. She was speechless, staring as he grunted and began ejaculating onto Breanna's back, gasping for breath. But the only noise Breanna could hear was the Great Dane's panting, and the only thing she could think about was the pool of dog seed spoiling her womb. She whimpered, as the dog squeezed yet another load deep inside of her.
"There's another grand in it for you, if you don't tell anyone what happened here."
Epilogue
"Well, Bre? How...did it go?"
Breanna looked into the eyes of her Madam. "Nothing happened," she said, swallowing heavily.
Looking away, the other woman said, "I'll make sure to transfer your cut to your account."
Neither woman said anything, though they stood there, trying to find the words to say.
Finally, Breanna asked, "Do you know...what he...?"
Madam interrupted, "No, and I don't want to." Coughing, suddenly hunched over, she seemed her own age for once. "Get yourself cleaned up." She turned away.
Breanna walked to the door, idly fingering the extra grand in cash in her pocket. Her foot dangling over the threshold, she paused, looking over at her Madam. She opened her mouth, hesitating. She said, "Schedule me for the next time, okay?" and left the room.