Nick Stevens was tired.  He had just finished another double shift at the plant and all he wanted was to get a quick shower, get a bite to eat, and go to bed.  As the garage door opened to his remote command, there was a surprise parked in the middle of the floor waiting for him; a huge old antique steamer trunk.  His fatigue from sixteen hours on the line had made him so groggy that he almost drove his car right on into the garage.  His eyes saw the trunk, but his mind didn't comprehend its presence until it was almost too late.  With a squeal of tires, he got the car stopped at the last possible moment, the front bumper just touching the side of the beautiful wood and leather trunk.

Cursing in fatigue and confusion, Nick backed the car out of the garage far enough to clear the driver's door, then got out to investigate the invasion of his garage space.  The trunk was of a type that hadn't been made for forty years.  It was huge, about four feet long, three feet high to the top of its dome, constructed of fine grained hardwood and black saddle leather.  It sat in all its fully restored glory directly in the middle of his garage.  There was a bow on top and a note.

He opened the note and read it to himself,

Dear Nick,

Happy Birthday, you old Sot.
Sue and I want you to have, and ENJOY, this trunk and its contents.
Give me a call when you think it's time.

Love,
Bill and Sue

The note was signed by both his brother and sister-in-law.

He considered for a moment leaving the trunk until the morning, his fatigue so great, but he decided to take a quick look inside first.  The keys hung from a string on the bow, and he had to yank them free before he could reach them to the lock.  It clicked open smoothly and he began unbuckling the thick straps that encircled the trunk.  It moved slightly on its own.  Nick nearly fell on his ass in surprise, then watched as the trunk continued to rock and jerk on the smooth concrete floor.  "What the fuck?" he said, then returned to the buckles in a slightly more curious mood.  To say the least.

When the lid opened, Nick was presented with the remarkable sight of a naked female torso, armless, legless, head encased in a tight leather slaver's helmet.  In a moment, he realized that she did have arms and legs, but that they were pulled down into holes that had been cut into the block of satin-covered foam rubber that she was lying on.  Further inspection revealed that the top of the foam block had been carefully carved to fit the helpless curves of its occupant.  What he had at first thought was a tiny G-string, he then saw as a crotch splitter that was holding a twin-pronged dildo–butt plug tightly inside her.

At that moment, she once again heaved herself against her restraints and rocked the open trunk ever so slightly.  Nick saw that the lid of the trunk was upholstered in a similar manner to the bottom.

The black satin offset the white–skinned body in a way that Nick found as compelling in its erotic symbolism as anything he had ever seen.  Beside the strap that was diving down through her lower lips was a small tattoo of a hogtied girl.  Nick then knew who this was in the trunk.  It could only be his kinky sister-in-law, Sue.  He had never seen the tattoo before, but he had heard Billy talk about it before.

An errant night breeze brought Nick to the sudden realization that he was standing in the open, well-lit garage with a fully exposed naked woman.  He quickly closed the lid of the trunk and looked out into the suburban street to see if anyone had seen his remarkable present.  There didn't seem to be anyone out at that hour, but just to be careful he started dragging his prize toward the door to the house.

Sue, in the meantime, had had quite an evening.  Not knowing that Nick had to work a double shift, she has been in the trunk for over nine hours.  Bill had secured her at their house and hauled her over to Nick's about thirty minutes before Nick was supposed to get home.  What they had planned as a short wait had become a couple of lifetimes of constant sexual arousal for Sue.  Not that she minded.  She was the kind of girl who was on a life-long sexual safari, in search of as many experiences as she could manage in one short lifetime.  Her personal motto had always been: "So many men, so little time!"

As the lid closed on her sweating body, she tried her best to tell her brother-in-law that she needed to change some things soon!  Nick didn't even notice the small noises and wiggles that she managed to produce.

Grunting with effort, Nick hauled the trunk into his living room.  He again opened the lid and looked down at the nude woman.  Full figured, Sue was still young enough to deny the law of gravity.  He had admired her body and her open sexual attitudes for the six months that she had been married to Bill.  Now, at last, he was going to have her, on a platter, so to speak.  Sue felt the rush of air on her damp body and tried once again to tell him of her need to be released or at least to go to the bathroom.  Her struggles set off what must have been her fifteenth orgasm since the afternoon.  She humped her hips up in a vain effort to achieve something more satisfying than the simple buzzing non-movement of the dildo.  She longed for the feel of a honest-to-goodness cock instead of the dead thing she had been stretched around for so long.

Nick had been studying her restraints, in the meantime, and had found that she was secured at five points.  A clip at the top of her helmet was fastened to a ring on the side of the trunk, her wrists and ankles chained to a steel bar that was clamped to the bottom of the trunk directly below her hips, one wrist ankle pair at each end.  There was a padlock at her throat that secured the helmet.  There were no keys to either the shackles or the mask.  Nick was to have Sue for as long as he wanted.  He did find a latch on the bottom rear of the trunk that was recessed into the frame of the trunk.  When he turned this, he heard a clack that released the clamps that held the bar to the bottom of the trunk.  He then only had to unclip the top of her head and he could pull the entire woman/foam block package up out of the trunk.

He sat down beside the trunk and began to fondle Sue's outstanding breasts.  The position the trunk held her in caused her to flatten out a little, but her nipples were so erect with passion that he felt the need to take one into his mouth and see if he could arouse her further.  He did; with the first touch of his lips, she responded by lifting herself up toward him, offering herself to anything he might desire to do to her helpless body.

He found the double post in her groin with his fingers and began to work it into her with a cyclic motion that sent the buzzing vibrations even deeper into her stretched organs.  She fought off the swelling passion so as to savor the wonderful sensations she was getting.  Besides, she had found that the longer she put off her orgasms, the more satisfying they were.

In a moment his fingers had slipped beneath the strap and he had begun massaging her blood-engorged clit with a circular motion that drove her wild with need.  Moaning through the air holes in her masks, she tried to encourage him to get on with it.  She felt she could wait no longer.

Fully aroused, Nick decided that it was time to get the candy out of its wrapper.  He stood and, releasing the clip at her head, pulled the bent woman up out of the trunk.  Setting the foam block down on the coffee table, he unbuckled the belt that the crotch splitter was attached to and pulled the dildo from its hot sheath.

Sue felt her mechanical friend slide out of her and the cool air on her wet, exposed pussy.  She needed to pee very badly, but with her mouth packed with sponge, the tape sealing her lips closed and the black leather helmet over that, there was no way for her to express her need.

Nick bent over the gorgeous body and began to taste her moistness.  "Something is wrong," he thought.  Then it hit him, she was leaking tiny spurts of urine, clenching herself in a desperate, last-ditch effort at avoiding fouling herself and his living room.

"Hold on, Sue," he said to the bound woman.  "I'll get you something to piss into.

Looking around the room, his eyes fell on a plastic waste basket in the corner.  Hoisting her to a kneeling position on the end of the table, he held the basket under her and said, "Okay, Sue, you can let go now, I'm holding a bucket."  Her golden stream sprayed out with tremendous pressure and the first spray hit the carpet before he could adjust the bucket's position.  When she was done, he laid her back on the table and went into the bathroom to get a wet cloth to clean up the mess.

She felt like a helpless baby as he wiped the soapy cloth up through her puss.  Then she felt a whole bunch more grown-up as he finished with that task and returned to the unfinished business of eating her out.

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Sitting at home, Bill began to wonder when his brother was going to call.  "Sue can't stay like that forever," he said to himself.  "Maybe I should have left the other keys over there.  Maybe I'll give them a call.  No, Sue said that we should let Nick decide when he's had enough.  After all, it is his birthday."  With that, Bill got up and went to bed.

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After Sue had been properly drained, she was free to fully enjoy Nick's expert manipulation of her totally restrained nudity.  She had always known that Bill's quiet little brother would be a sexual volcano.  She could see it in his eyes when she made small talk with him.  They would be having a normal brother/sister-in-law talk about the weather, and she would look into his eyes and suddenly find her pussy soaking her panties.

Now she would have him for as long as he wanted her with no guilt and no sneaking around, just two people alone with one will.  That was the part that Sue liked the most about the bondage thing.  The sex act was almost always good for her, but the only times it fully satisfied her was when her partner was making all of the decisions.

Nick had come to a decision.  The package of satin-wrapped woman was ready for something bigger and more penetrating than his tongue.  But how?  The two pairs of handcuffs that held Sue's wrists and ankles to the ends of the bar couldn't be removed without the keys.  There was no way to get her off of and out of the block of foam.  But then again, there was no need either.  Sue was well positioned for what he had in mind.  He only had to place her on the floor and climb on.

Sue felt the thick carpet with her finger tips and the heat of his manhood as he positioned himself at her gates.  Helpless to control him in any way, Sue rocked herself forward onto his shaft by pushing down on the carpet with all her might.  He stopped and held still as she rocked downward around him.  Then she smiled as her foam-encased body rocked back again, pulling her back up his pole.  She pushed with her fingers again as soon as they reached the carpet and again she rocked down around him, only to fall back as gravity took over once more.

Nick found something remarkable; Sue needed and wanted him deep within her, but shackled the way she was, she could only have him within her for a few seconds at a time.  He only had to remain as he was and her needs provided the necessary motion.

Sue was beside herself.  Each time she rocked forward onto his hot cock, she felt almost at the point of over balancing, almost but not quite.  She felt that if she could only get a quarter of an inch more penetration she would achieve something more satisfying than she had ever experienced before.  But she couldn't get that extra distance.  She tried again and again, each time coming so very close.  Then, with a mighty heave with every bit of her remaining strength, she made the top, over balancing and falling onto his stiff pole, driving him to the very gates of her womb.  Her body rewarded her with a series of orgasmic explosions that set him off as well.  They fell limply to the carpet, he on his back and her helplessly on top of him.

Bill and Sue have since sold their condo.  Why not?  There's plenty of room at Nick's house.

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