The interior of the box was dark again.  Quiet and dark.  Carly heard the click of the air system and smiled.  It had taken a long time to hear that little click.  Days, weeks, months?  There was really no way to tell.  Only that on one occasion she was being patient, yes patient like her Mistress' slave should be, waiting, breathing quietly and waiting patiently, when she heard it.  Click!  Then she felt air movement in the box.  At times, alone in the blackness, that air movement seemed like a welcome friend coming to visit her for a short time.

The little click had always been there, she had just never been quiet enough to hear it.  Of course there was a regular exchange of air in the box, otherwise she would have died long ago.  But the sound of that little click filled her with hope for some reason.  It was a sound from outside the box.  She stilled her heartbeat in hopes of hearing other sounds, but there were none.

But now Carly, still kneeling with her legs spread widely over her toilet, heard a different sound, a sound that made her clench her fists, and tense her slender frame.  She raised her hands so that her fingers met at the back of her head, her elbows out to the sides, displaying herself for her Mistress.  This was the position that the diagram on one of the monitors had revealed to her the first time she received this treatment.  

At the time, she had considered the treatment to be punishment, for she was still untamed.  But now she considered it to be the prelude to a gift.  She knew she had done nothing to be punished for, and hadn't for quite some time.  Her Mistress was only using her body, as was her right to do.  Her Mistress was preparing her to worship the cunt.

The first few slaps against her exposed ass weren't too painful, but she knew that the little wheel was just getting up to speed.  She never saw the straps of whatever it was that struck her, but she guessed they were either rubber or leather.  The straps were somewhat soft, simply brushing against her flesh at the low speed, but as the speed increased and the straps extended through centrifugal force, so did the pain.

Moments later she was biting her lip to keep from crying out.  Being beat like this was one thing, but to do it with the current attacking her knees and spreading up through her legs would be even worse!  No, she would suffer in silence as long as possible.  The little wheel turned slightly from vertical to strike her ass in a different location.  

To block out the pain, Carly thought about the punishing device.  Where did it come from?  She had once taken a chance and peered into the basin, but could detect no compartment from which it might emerge.  She had lingered too long looking in, and had received a really nice surge of electricity through her knees.  No, she was certainly not alone.  Someone was watching her every movement twenty-four hours a day.

The whipping continued, the wheel turning horizontally now to allow the whirling straps to strike her exposed ass from left to right.  Whatever shaft the wheel was on dropped two inches in elevation to position the flogger closer to her legs, striking the tender flesh on her lower buttocks with painful precision.  The motion stopped for a second and Carly took in a deep breath before the straps began spinning in the opposite direction.

There was no uniform length of time or pattern of abuse to the floggings, but it seemed this session had already been longer and more diverse than any she had suffered through before.  Suffered through?  Carly smiled, and then smiled even wider when she realized she was smiling.  She hadn't even been thinking about suffering, as she had come to think of the prelude to the gift as endurance.  Yes, her Mistress had been working on her endurance.  She wished to endure even more as she hoped the next step of the prelude would soon begin.  

But as always, that decision was not hers to make.  Carly's arms were tired but she had no desire to lower them.  She would stay in that position for as long as she possibly could in hopes of proceeding to the next step.

When the flogging finally ended, Carly listened for the sound of the device being lowered into the structure.  When she heard nothing, the expectation of what she knew would follow raised her heart rate considerably, because, not only would her pussy be abused, but she would be allowed to go to the cunt.  That was the protocol, and she licked her lips in anticipation.

The abuse began just as slowly as it had when the straps were revolving in the opposite direction.  But as before, the harshness of each stroke against her naked flesh increased until the wheel was revolving at full speed.  It took every ounce of willpower Carly could muster to process and absorb the abuse she was receiving.  Her mind was busy, blocking the sensations, while not being able to stop thinking of the protocol.

Every time her pussy had been flogged, she had been allowed to drink from the cunt.  Her heart raced as she thought of the last time she had been allowed to drink, how pleasurable it had been, and how much pleasure she had given the cunt.  Even with her most sensitive region being struck repeatedly by the straps, Carly grinned.  She had pleasured the cunt?  Ha!  What a ridiculous thing to think!  Was she actually losing her mind in this retched box?

But there it was.  She had followed the protocol exactly as she had been trained, performing the ritual expertly in the approved manner.  The little white laser pointer had not even been deployed to guide her!  She had pleasured the cunt on her own, and she felt…Carly searched for the correct word…proud!  Yes, she was proud that she had worshipped the cunt in such a pleasing manner as to be allowed to drink from it.

The horrible sting of the straps against her labia was pushed far, far, back in Carly's mind as she remembered the way in which she had worshiped the cunt.  She was confident that she would repeat the ritual with the same expertise this time, too, and she desperately wanted to demonstrate her skills again.   Certainly she would not do what she had done the first time she had seen the liquid seeping out of the cunt.  

What had she been thinking?  Of course, she'd been so very thirsty, having not been given anything to eat or drink since being taken captive.  She had just suffered the whipping of her private parts and it had not gone well for her.  How could they have not heard her screams outside the box?

When the whipping had ceased, the white laser pointer had illuminated a spot on the left appendage of the sculpture.  She had figured out already that the tiny beams of light were someone's way of telling her where they wanted her to be in the box.  She had risen from the confines of the toilet and knelt down between the two appendages, and heard the sound of water dripping.  In the dim light, she saw it, seeping from the crack that looked somewhat like…huh, it looked like a vagina!  Oh fuck, that was perverted!

But it was water, and Carly had been so thirsty!  Her mouth went to that spot, perverted or not, and sucked in the moisture.  Oh, it tasted so sweet!  The pain was instant and intense, as the floor of the box energized.  Simultaneously, her tongue felt like it was on fire as the surface of the sculpture joined in her punishment.  The young woman could not even get to her feet to perform her dance of pain, as she simply lost control of her muscles and lay convulsing on the energized floor.  When she was able to control herself again, she found that the water was gone.

Apparently, whoever was controlling her decided she needed additional visual instructions, because the next time she experienced the painful little straps within the commode a monitor on the opposite wall displayed a snippet from what must have been a porn movie that displayed a woman kneeling between the thighs of another woman.  The kneeling woman was kissing the thighs of the sitting woman, first one and then the other.  It was done in such a loving manner that Carly, while not in any way gay, couldn't help but feel some strange arousal from the scene.  She watched with interest as the kneeling woman continued to kiss the woman's thighs before moving closer to the vertex of her sex.  

Now she understood.  When she was allowed to move to the sculpture, she did her best to kiss where the tiny beam of light illuminated.  Only after she had kissed the appendages for the appropriate length of time was she allowed to sip the tiny stream of water that flowed from the cunt.

But that was only in the beginning.  The next time she was disappointed that, even after kissing the contoured appendages with as much tenderness as she could muster, there was no water there.  Yet, the pin light still illuminated the cunt.  Okay…what was going on?  She felt the rubbery area of the slit with her tongue, but it was dry.  Probing a little, she discovered that she could actually press her tongue slightly inward.  There was moisture there!  She knelt forward even more, pressing her face against the cunt and forcing her tongue more deeply into the slit.  She was rewarded with a real drink!  Not the dribbles she had been finding there, but something that required her to swallow to keep up with!

And so the training went.  The interior surface of the cunt must have been lined with sensors because, as Carly continued to explore the cunt with her tongue, she found that the water was not being released unless she moved her tongue within the cunt, stroking it, moving her tongue in a variety of motions.  Again, she had to marvel at the creativity of the person who had designed her box and its contents.  She had effectively been trained to pleasure another woman in a relatively short period of time.