Kairi smiled contentedly, staring once more at the ceiling of the lavish bedroom which had been her home in recent weeks. She had become accustomed to the rhythm of her new life as a pillow girl. Sven was an impressive lover and Kairi was taking pride in how expert she was becoming at pleasuring him exactly to his tastes with her truncated form. With so much less body to concern herself with and a lot of time on her hands Kairi had developed a mastery of the three holes Sven was so fond of that she could never have imagined. She watched the sun set slowly through the window pleased that it meant Sven would soon be home and wondering how he would use her that evening. She did wonder if there was some magic involved in how calm she felt with her situation, but she thought on balance not, putting it down to how much better things were than some of the ordeals she had been put though. She figured the better sex toy she was the more likely it was Sven would want her this way for the balance of their deal. And so she went through her exercises again.

Perhaps inevitably her hopes were confounded that very evening. Sven arrived earlier than usual carrying a boxy brief case. He laid it on the bed and clicked it open, retrieving a handful of objects clearly intended for Kairi. First he held up a gag in the shape of a large penis. Kairi felt this was somewhat superfluous given she had had her voice taken away from the beginning of her time with Sven, but opened up anyway. Sven locked the strap behind her head tightly, leaving Kairi glad of her new found skills, a few months ago she would have been retching helplessly from her gag reflex. Ear plugs followed, Kairi found her heart thumping hard. Then nipple clamps, tight fierce jaws gripping her little bugs like a vice.  She felt herself lifted, into the case she guessed. Set down on her back it felt as if the inside was softly padded with a cut out shape her truncated body sank  into easily.She felt the draft of the lid being closed first, then more soft padding being lowered onto her. Finally a crushing pressure and an impression of a distant click. She whimpered around the gag as the air was knocked out of her. Had Sven sat on the case to close it?

Kairi had no idea of how long she was sealed inside the case. She felt almost crushed, only able to take the shallowest of breaths. Movement was impossible. Keeping track of time just as unlikely. But it seemed like it had been a long while. She did get the impression of movement. Being carried perhaps, being transported. Feint vibrations through the padding. Perhaps she was in the trunk of a car? Was that wishful thinking, It could be a truck, or a plane. Hell it could be a garbage truck for all she knew. She guessed from the outside she looked like an anonymous piece of luggage. 

Kairi was hungry. Not for food she hadn't eaten in months. But she craved attention. Any sensation of being used. She longed to be used, craved the stimulation. She missed the sense of pride she got from someone using her to get off, to get their thrills. And it frightened her. She had already been worrying about her state of mind, about how she would feel at the end of the year. Of who she would be, of how much of her personality would remain. This interminable confinement was making it much worse. The denial and sensory deprivation was overwhelming her. And her mind was wandering unfettered, out of control almost. A jumble of fears and fantasies which were overwhelming her attempts to stay rational.

Just as she was convinced she had been abandoned or forgotten kairi felt a slight movement. The most distant of vibrations. At the base of the box. She tensed in delight and anticipation. Was she to be let out ? Instead she felt something enter her. Someone, she corrected herself. Whoever it was took no heed of the dryness inside Kairi, of her enforced inactivity. Instead he used her roughly. Desperately almost. Kairi presumed through a hole in the end of the case. He was done in a matter of moments. But it felt so so good. She could have wept with joy.