Carly moaned as the little wheel with the straps flaying against her exposed vagina shifted position and attacked a fresh area of flesh.  This pain was very hard to push out of her mind and it brought her back to the here and now, a place she wasn't always happy to be in.  But still...if she could hold out a little longer...

Yes!  The wheel had stopped.  She waited in anticipation of the cunt being illuminated, of permission being granted for her to move to the cunt as was the protocol, but instead the interior of the box went black.  

Carly realized her heart was beating hard within her chest.  Was she so excited to kneel between those legs, her Mistress' legs, to kiss her, to pleasure her, to get to what she wanted so badly?  She knew she was.  This was torture!  Please!  Oh, please, please, please!

The box remained dark, dark and silent.  And so did Carly, as she tried to calm herself.  She should not expect to dictate what and when her Mistress decided to allow her pleasure.  Just because it had been one way before didn't mean it would be that way every time.  That seemed to make perfect sense.  She would wait...yes, wait patiently for her Mistress to command her.

Carly smiled.  And waited.  Patiently.  Even in the silent darkness, Carly felt contented.  How different she was than when she had first been taken for her Mistress.  She understood that what she was feeling; the calm, the contentment, was not right.  She'd been kidnapped, stripped, imprisoned in a big black box, and remotely tortured!

So why did it feel so right?  What part of her brain was telling her she was better off now than before?  Why didn't she pound the walls and demand to be freed as she had done after being taken?  Sure, the electricity that surged through her body when her Mistress had had enough of her protests was a deterrent.  But, honestly, she no longer felt the desire to beat against the wall and demand her freedom.  

She sometimes wondered if a search for her had been made.  What had the University done when it was brought to their attention that she hadn't returned from spring break?  Had they tried to contact her parents?  Good luck with that!  Carly didn't even know where they lived these days.  It had been years since she cared enough to look them up, and they had certainly not tried to find her.  Too busy with their own success, Carly's parents had left her care to others long ago.  They wouldn't miss her.

Was that it?  In the darkness of her box, Carly began to ponder the structured life she now led.  Did she thrive on being told when to sleep, when to exercise, where to stand, when to...when to pleasure her Mistress?

The woman nearly jumped for joy as the tiny pin of light suddenly appeared, but hesitated when she saw what the light had illuminated.  The light fell directly on the tip of the large phallus that jutted up from the top of the short pillar.

The rock hard cock had attracted her attention from the first time she had seen it there atop the Sculpture of Life.  How could she not gaze at it, at times with a great yearning?  There was no denying that her activities within the box had stoked her inner fires more than once.  Several times she had to fight the urge to run to the giant cock and impale herself on it.

But then, there was the energy to contend with.  She knew that any movement on her part that was not dictated by her Mistress was met with instant punishment.  How, she didn't know.  Maybe a computer ran the controls.  That would make more sense than having an actual person monitoring her every movement twenty-four hours a day.  It didn't really matter, and was just something to ponder while being patient, something to think about to help her from going crazy.

But the tiny ray of light was on it now!  Oh God!  Carly felt her pussy moisten, and then felt the tingles begin to attack her knees.  What was she waiting for?!  It was just the shock of it actually being allowed that had momentarily delayed her.  She rose to her feet and stepped from the porcelain toilet and the room went black.

"NO!" the tortured young woman cried out, and then instantly regretted it as a strong current attacked the soles of her feet.  She had spoken, her voice sounding somewhat foreign to her now.  

What had she done?  Not only was she not allowed to worship the cunt, but she had been given the opportunity to feel the giant cock inside of her and had not acted appropriately.  Why had she hesitated?  Why?!  

The current was getting stronger, her feet were actually numb.  What was she to do?  There was no guiding light.  Should she kneel back in the toilet?  There was no light, no direction.  Without direction she knew she was to wait.  To be patient and wait.  But she had angered her Mistress, surely, with her hesitation.  She wished to be punished, and punished harshly.  Thinking of what she could possibly do, the thought occurred to her to lie down on the floor, to allow the horrible energy to assault her entire body.

Lowering herself quickly to the floor, she lay flat on her stomach, her breasts mashed beneath her against the hard smooth floor.  The sensation of the current felt like a million pins pricking at her flesh.  It was more painful than she had imagined, yet less painful than she probably deserved!  Why had she hesitated?  She wanted to shout out that she was sorry, but kept her mouth clamped shut.  Seconds later she was relieved when the painful sensations abruptly ceased.  

Turning her head towards the sculpture she saw the tiny light upon the tip of the cock.  Carly sprang to her feet and ran to the sculpture, straddling the large cock and lowering herself onto it.  Even with the lubrication her juices provided, it was difficult at first to accommodate the length and width of the giant cock.  But what she could take inside of her felt so good!  Slowly, inch by inch, thrust by thrust, Carly's lust to be filled entirely by the beast penis was overwhelming and she sank fully onto the hard black shaft.

Suddenly her box was awash in light, the brightness causing Carly to shield her eyes momentarily.  It seemed that all of the monitors had come on at once, her Mistress' face appearing in each.  

What a beautiful face!  Carly counted ten monitors, two per wall and two under the floor.  Her Mistress surrounded her, her gorgeous face watching as she raised herself again and then sank fully onto the rigid cock, the cock She had allowed her to enjoy.  In her mind, Carly knew that the faces on the monitors were merely images of her Mistress, and that if anything, her Mistress was observing her through the spy cameras placed behind the walls somewhere in the box.  But she let herself think that those lovely faces were watching her, and she felt her arousal begin to peak.

Bending her knees, Carly began to lower and raise her body on the wonderful gift her Mistress had given her, feeling its massive shape stretching her widely, filling her completely.  She gazed at the images around her as she pleasured herself, and fought the desire to touch herself.  Oh, she wanted to, wanted to in the worst way!  To feel her breasts, to touch her nipples!  That was not allowed.  No, she thought she would die from the shocks she had received the few times she had let her lust command her instead of her Mistress.

No, she would not assume she could have that privilege, and be content with the pleasure she was being allowed to experience.  And content she was!  It felt so good!  Her pace picked up as she felt her orgasm rising within.  Deeper, faster, the heat was building and she closed her eyes, but opened them instantly when she felt the tingles on her toes.  

Eyes open, yes Mistress.

Her passion was close now, she could barely think any more as her mind clouded with the lust of her pending release.  It felt so wonderful that Carly almost dreaded the orgasm, as that would surely end the wonderful gift.  But what she saw on the monitors both startled her and sent her even closer to orgasm.  Her Mistress was nodding.