Bound and Boxed
Inside the narrow, wooden trunk, Elena strained at her bonds, somewhat halfheartedly. Her roommate Alicia had outdone herself with this strict hogtie – no knot was within reach of her fingers. The weight of her upper body rested on her breasts, constricted at the base by meters of soft cotton rope. They looked like a giant pair of squashed balloons.
A head harness held the ring gag in place, and a piece of rope connecting it to the hook lodged inside her ass made it impossible to lower her head. The steel-barred lid was closed and padlocked, but even if it weren’t, there was no getting out of this predicament.
She appreciated the precision, but didn’t care much for one other detail: the metal bowl right under her face. Filled with a big pile of her own excrement, its putrid smell assaulted her nose. Unable to move in any meaningful way, she drooled into the bowl.
Ally, you are such a bitch sometimes!
It had started rather harmlessly, earlier in the afternoon. Elena stood in the windowless but well-lit basement photo studio, with coils of cotton rope strewn across the floor. Her arms were tied behind her back, wrist to elbow, and Alicia was putting on the finishing touches of an elaborate breast harness.
“Ally, I really need the bathroom,” said Elena, grimacing.
“You went half an hour ago.”
“That was for peeing. Now I have to take a shit.” Elena groaned and shifted her weight. “I shouldn’t have eaten that stupid taco.”
Alicia exhaled. “Really? I spent twenty minutes on that tie. Can’t you wait?”
“Until you’ve taken pictures? That’s gonna take forever. If you don’t let me go, you better plug my ass, or I’m gonna have an accident.”
“I don’t want a plug in the picture. And definitely not the size it takes to lock that loose ass of yours.” Alicia sighed. “Okay. We’ll just leave everything on. I’ll help you on the toilet.”
“Uh, Ally.” Elena’s stomach rumbled. “I won’t make it upstairs.”
“Dammit! Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
“I thought I could hold it. Sorry.”
Alicia exhaled sharply, her eyes darting around the room. Two cameras on tripods, ring lights, softboxes, assorted bondage equipment. Her gaze fell on the metal bowl in the corner, still there from dog-sitting the neighbor’s rottweiler, Justine. “You can go in that.”
“Whatever. As long as it’s fast.”
Elena waited until Alicia had brought the bowl, then squatted over it, not a minute too early. Her asshole opened immediately, releasing a torrent of creamy feces. She let out a relieved sigh as the smell spread in the room.
Might as well finish this.
She grunted and pushed out more, filling the bowl to the brim. Alicia stood back, watching with a mix of disgust and fascination.
“Okay, you weren’t lying,” said Alicia, looking at the stinking brown pile. “That’s a lot.”
“What can I say? Tacos are my kryptonite.”
“Yeah, yeah. Hold still.”
Elena bent over slightly while Alicia used a wet wipe to clean her shitty ass. She tossed the soiled wipe into the trash.
“You know what?” said Alicia, staring at the bowl. “I should dunk your nose in it. Like with a pet that isn’t house-broken.”
Elena shrugged. “Do it. My subscribers love it when I get dirty.”
“Too bad we’re doing glamor bondage shots. I can’t sell the pics if you have shit on your face.”
“Ally, you should really lean into your dominant side. We could do a kick-ass show together. Two girls, that pays more than double. Fifty-fifty split.”
Alicia laughed. “Right.” She pushed the bowl aside with her foot and picked up another coil of rope. “Ask me again when the rent is due.”
“It’s always the same,” said Elena, a mock pout on her face. “I take two hours out of my busy day to help you, and what do I get in return? Nothing.”
“Busy day? All you do is sit on the couch and watch TV. Porn, the last time I checked.”
Elena chuckled. “So? That’s vocational training.”
“Vocational training?” Alicia scoffed, pulling the breast harness tighter. “You’re an accountant.”
“I’m an adult content creator now, and that requires inspiration.” Elena looked down on herself. Her breasts were standing out proudly, the skin stretched taut. “Tits like these are wasted on an accountant. You know, I could be streaming right now. Stuff my holes with dildos, pack my shit. The guys tip like crazy for that.”
“Yeah, well,” said Alicia, glancing at the bowl. “As for shit-packing, I think that ship has sailed.”
“True. But I promised my subscribers I’d try and eat a bit.”
“You’d really do that?”
“Last time I chickened out.” Elena made her tied breasts bounce. “Maybe today, if the tips are good. I think I just need an incentive. That final push.”
Alicia sighed. “Okay, how about this? When we’re done with the pictures, I’ll lock you in the trunk with that bowl, and you can have as much of it as you want.”
“It’s not like I want to eat it. I’ll only do it if someone pays.”
“Say no more. I’ll put a camera up top so you can live-stream the whole thing. Deal?”
Elena gave her a suspicious glance. “You’re not gonna put a ball gag on me, are you?”
“No ball gag and the bowl will be right under your nose,” said Alicia, smirking. “Pinky promise.” Her hand went to Elena’s crotch, running two fingers along her labia. “Mind if I rub you a little? I need stiff nipples for the pictures.”
See-sawing forward, Elena tentatively stuck out her tongue, but between her breasts serving as massive pillows and the head harness tied to her ass hook, it was no use. The bowl full of soft, mushy shit was right under her face, but there was simply no way to reach it. The thing might as well have been on the moon.
“How’s the eating coming along?” she heard Alicia’s amused voice from above. “I could swear that pile didn’t get smaller.”
Very funny.
“My God that stinks.” Alicia’s hand reached through the steel bars, patting her head. “I can take it away if you’re frustrated. Remove the temptation.”
Elena groaned and shook her head.
“Just joking. You’ve been such a good sport, I’ll help you out.”
The hum of the vibrator was a nice surprise. Elena gasped as it touched her from behind, making contact with her skin. She shuddered. Alicia turned the toy up a notch and pressed it hard against her clit, eliciting a series of soft moans.
Oh God, yes.
“You like that, huh? Coming when you’re tied up, on camera? With that huge thing up your ass?”
The massive ball at the end of that ass hook really did fill her out nicely. Elena clenched her sphincter muscles around the thick rod, feeling her orgasm approach. Her pulse was racing now. She inhaled the stench from the bowl. Intense. Intoxicating. A warmth spread inside her, her toes curled. Not much longer now.
Before she could leap over the edge, Alicia turned off the vibrator. “Nah, that doesn’t feel right. Let’s try something else.”
With a frustrated, drawn-out groan, Elena glanced up. What?!
Alicia smirked. “I’d say we turn the sluttiness up a notch. Give your subscribers what they really want.”
“Uh?”
Ally? What the fuck are you doing with those scissors?
“I read the comments online. The guys on your channel have interesting ideas.”
The safety scissors left Elena’s field of vision. She heard a quick snap. With the rope to her head harness cut, the force that had held her head up for the better part of an hour suddenly disappeared.
Her head dropped forward. Down, into the bowl.
Oh shit.
Alicia laughed. “Oops. Didn’t think you’d be so eager. Wait a sec.” Elena felt hands work at the buckles of her head harness. “Let’s get that gag out.”
“Ugh, that’s disgusting,” groaned Elena, spitting out the cold mush that had entered her mouth. It had a nasty, paste-like quality and tasted about as vile as expected.
“I thought you wanted to eat a little.”
“I changed my mind. Could you–” Elena paused, feeling the vibrator again against her crotch. It was running at a disappointingly low setting. “Hey, what are you doing?”
Alicia grinned. “Giving you that incentive. Go ahead, take a few bites. If you swallow like an obedient little slut, I’ll let you come.”