From inside the box, I couldn’t see anything but the sides. I could hear what was happening outside of the box, but it was muffled, the sound of my own breathing echoed around me. This wasn’t my first gang bang, but it was to be my first from within the box. The idea had spawned from a joke we made about a glory hole. I was deeply turned on by anything degrading, so we had done variations of the glory hole on numerous occasions, but the last time I was sucking a cock through a hole in our bathroom door, someone suggested, “What if we just made a room for the slut to live in that had openings, so we could access her holes… and feed her occasionally?”

Everyone laughed, but the idea planted itself deeply in my brain. For weeks, that was all I could picture when I touched myself, fingering my pussy and imagining this magical room I was trapped in where people could use me any time they wanted.

I couldn’t hold it in any longer, so I brought it up with my husband, Max.

“Remember that room you guys were talking about last time we had people over, the one where I would be shut in it, but it would have holes so you could all fuck me if you wanted… like a giant glory-hole box?” I asked, well past being shy about this stuff with my partner.

“Uh, kinda, yeah. Why?” Max responded.

“Do you think we could actually do that? I can’t stop thinking about it.”

He laughed but looked thoughtful, always taking my fantasies seriously.

Eventually he answered, “I don’t know about a room, but I bet I could do it with something more like a box. Let me think about it and talk to some people and see what I can come up with.”

We hadn’t talked about the practicalities again, but I knew he would look into it. Now that he knew it was a big fantasy for me, though, he brought it up when he fucked me, painting the mental image with his filthy words.

One afternoon, he had me blindfolded and on my knees as he fucked my face, driving his cock deep into my mouth.

“You really are just a filthy fucking hole to stick my cock in, aren’t you, slut? I bet you’re turned on just from me fucking your face. You like it when I use you.”

I moaned in answer, rubbing my clit with one hand and cupping his balls with the other, eager to please.

“Since you like it so much, maybe I should just lock you in a box and rent you out. Charge a fee to let people fuck your holes. What do you think the going rate would be for this dirty little mouth?”

I assumed it was a rhetorical question since he didn’t pull his cock out to let me answer.

Max continued, “I’ll lock you in there with a hole for your pussy and ass, one for your mouth, and one for each hand, so you can actually be useful for once. You only have value to me as a come dumpster, anyway.”

I felt my pussy get even wetter around my fingers, the slippery moisture allowing me to rub my clit even faster. Something about being degraded like this aroused me viscerally. It was dirty and I liked it.

“In fact, slut, I think I like this idea enough to actually do it. And that’s why I’ve had a special box made just for you.”

My stomach flipped with excitement. Other women might want romantic gestures of jewelry or designer handbags, but the best way my man could show me that he loved me was to make my filthy dreams come true. He never failed me.

Max pulled the blindfold off and grabbed me by the hair. He pumped even deeper into my throat, making me gag and drool all over myself. I was so close to getting off, but he came in my throat before I could get there and released my hair, making me fall in a panting, messy heap on the floor. I was desperate to come but knew that if he hadn’t let me finish, he had something else in mind.

“Come with me,” he said without a hint of irony, but the look in his eyes told me he knew what state he had left me in.

I followed as he led me down to the basement, where the really good stuff always happened. When he flipped the light on, I couldn’t stop myself from grinning. There stood the box of my fantasies, just big enough to shut me in, with holes so I could service people. It wasn’t hard-sided like I had imagined, but was made of a material that looked like what was used for wrestling mats, but thinner. The top had a fan and breathable mesh. Max must have seen me looking because he said, “We don’t give a fuck whether you’re comfortable, but you wouldn’t be much good to us if you suffocated.”

My grin got even bigger. How did I get so lucky in finding a man who knew just how I wanted to be spoken to?

“Want to try it out?” he asked, meeting my eyes.

I knew this question was the only time he would ask for consent. If I said yes, the rules of our marriage would kick into effect, which essentially meant anything was fair game until I used my safe word. I didn’t even need to hesitate.

“Fuck yes, I want to try it out,” I answered. “Make me your box whore.”

He chuckled, having known that would be my answer, and showed me how to crawl into my new playspace. It was an absolutely perfect fit, so he must have taken my measurements at some point without me realizing. There was a molded piece to press my head into, and once I was squeezed into place, I was leaning my chest and stomach on a little foam bench, ass and pussy pressed firmly up against one of the holes. The holes for my hands had fabric over them so that I couldn’t see out if I wasn’t using them.

I thought I had been turned on when he was fucking my face, but now I was positively vibrating with excitement.

Just as I thought it couldn’t get any better, he added, “I hope you don’t mind, but I invited some friends over to christen our new toy.”

I couldn’t see anything, but I could hear muffled footsteps coming down the basement stairs. I tried to make out how many people it sounded like, but as they started to greet Max, it was impossible to tell.

“This is a fancy new box you have, Max! Can we try it out?” someone asked, and I could feel air move against my achingly empty pussy.

“Hey, my box is your box, Evan,” I heard my husband answer jovially.

There was lots of movement around the room, and then it felt like some-one was blowing on my pussy, but no one did anything. I tried to rock back to encourage someone to touch me, opening my mouth in invitation, but still nothing happened.

“Maybe we should have a beer first,” came Evan’s muffled voice.

I groaned in frustration, making everyone laugh. I wanted to reach my hand back and make myself come to take the edge off, but just as the thought entered my mind, someone slid a cold beer bottle into each of my outstretched hands, saying, “Here, hold these and make yourself useful.”

I could hear innocuous conversation and the tops being popped off of bottles. It was part of the game. I knew they were trying to make it feel like they didn’t even care that I was naked and desperate, ready for their use — just to make me feel that much more degraded. And it was working.

After what felt like an eternity, I jumped when I felt the unmistakable rim of a bottle stroking my pussy lips. Even the hard, cold glass was a welcome feeling after waiting that long. I pushed back as far as the wall of the box would let me, but they continued to tease, very gently rubbing it back and forth across my most sensitive flesh.

A voice from behind me said, “I think your box whore wants me to shove something in these holes.”

More laughter followed as Max replied, “Do whatever you want. Who gives a fuck what the box wants?”

The bottle moved from my pussy to my puckered asshole, the coldness making me clench in surprise. They pressed a little harder — not enough to actually penetrate me with the tip of the bottle, but enough to spread my asshole open a bit.

Two fingers suddenly shoved into my pussy, and I moaned wantonly, thrilled to finally have something inside of me. I wanted to get fucked hard, but they were clearly intent on teasing, as the fingers pumped in and out of me, but slowly and far too gently.

Before I could stop myself, I blurted out, “More!”

“Your box whore is talking, Max. That doesn’t seem like a very good use of its mouth,” someone said.

The fingers pulled out and slapped my pussy hard. The bottle disappeared from my asshole. I pouted, but no one could see.

“We should put this mouth to better use,” came a muffled female voice.

I eagerly pressed my face forward into the opening. Soft, feminine lips kissed mine and someone removed the beer bottles from my hands, letting me grab the hand holes to rest my arms. Then the lips disappeared and a nipple brushed the spot where they had been. I knew what was expected of me, so I licked and teased it with my teeth until that, too, was taken away. Finally, she must have been on all fours in front of me and backed up to the box because at last, a pussy covered the bottom half of my face at the box’s opening. I licked hungrily, seeking out her clit, wishing I could actually move to press forward against it harder. She let me lick for long moments before lowering herself and allowing me to slide my tongue from her pussy to her asshole. Many considered this to be an incredibly degrading act, so naturally it made my pussy clench with delight.

She started to rub her clit, so I took that as my cue to help her get off. I ran my tongue in probing, wet circles over the bud of her asshole, lapping firmly at her dirtiest hole. She pushed harder against my tongue, and I could hear her starting to moan.

“Oh, yeah,” she cried, “this is a much better use of your box! I’m gonna come!”

“Squirt on her!” someone encouraged, and suddenly I knew that it was my friend Leah’s asshole I was licking. She was a notorious squirter. I kept licking, and sure enough, moments later a torrent of liquid covered my face. I felt filthy, and I wanted more.

I didn’t have to wait long before a hard cock replaced her pussy, prod-ding into the gap in the box to slide into my waiting mouth. He thrusted lazily in and out, not driving too deep.

Fingers speared my pussy again, sliding inside of me and spreading me open a little as someone drizzled lube onto my asshole. Another finger began penetrating my asshole, forcing more lube in each time until my ass was warmed-up and slick. They worked some of the lube into my pussy, too, which was a sure sign I was about to be used like the dirty whore I was.

Something larger than a finger pressed against my asshole, but it was hard to focus on what it was because the dick in my mouth had begun to press deeper and I had to focus on breathing. What must have been a butt plug was worked slowly in and out of my ass until it stretched wide enough to slide into place and stay there. I moaned, but no one could hear it around the cock in my throat.

Suddenly, the blunt head of a dick pushed against my pussy lips, fingers spread me open, and he thrusted inside, nailing me with hard, unforgiving strokes. All at once, I was overwhelmed by sensation, getting pounded from both ends but trapped within the confines of this box, totally at the mercy of the people around me. It was intensely arousing, but it wasn’t going to get me to the orgasm I so desperately needed. As though reading my mind, someone pressed a vibrator’s head against my clit, and I thought I was going to die from pleasure. It took less than a minute for me to come to a bone-melting climax, squeezing the dick inside me with each contraction of pleasure until he came, too. I was so focused on that, I didn’t realize the cock in my mouth was about to do the same, so I choked on his load, causing it to run down my chin and all over my chest. I coughed so hard that the plug was forced out of my ass.

I went from having three holes filled to being totally empty, and I wasn’t ready for it to be over. I hoped they would just keep going, but ever the dominant caretaker, Max inserted a straw through the mouth hole and made me drink some water.

“This isn’t for your comfort, whore. It’s so we can use you for longer.”

I gulped some cold water, and he pulled the straw away again. I expected them to immediately start fucking me again, but there was a pause in the action, and it drove me crazy. I couldn’t see what was happening. Were they getting ready to do something? Were they looking at my bare ass and pussy? What was going to happen next?

I felt someone push their fingers against my asshole, pressing into it and applying more lube. It didn’t matter how many times I had been fucked in the ass; the thrill of it never went away for me. Every time someone penetrated my tightest hole, I experienced a flood of nervousness followed by exhilaration at the sensation and the knowledge of how taboo it was. It made me feel like a dirty, dirty girl in the most glorious way. I felt the pressure of what I assumed was a cockhead nudging where the fingers had just been. It spread my ass much wider than the plug, and I groaned in quiet protest, but despite the intensity of that first thrust, I wanted him to thrust deeper and own my ass.

Another dick started to poke into the mouth hole of the box, jabbing me in the nose before parting my lips to allow it into my mouth. These were the moments I lived for, to be used to please others.

The dick in my ass changed from slow, long, tentative strokes to deep, hard, and fast thrusts that would have knocked me forward off the bench if I’d had anywhere to go. Since I was trapped in the box, all it did was drive me forward onto the cock that was ramming in and out of my throat. I knew it would probably hurt to swallow the following morning, but that soreness would put a smile on my face because it would tell me I had been properly used.

The vibrator returned to my clit just as another dick slid its way into my left hand. I opened the fingers of my right hand expecting to grasp another cock, but someone grabbed them and thrusted them into a wet, waiting pussy instead. It was thrilling, not having any idea what would happen next and having to figure out what was currently happening just by feeling. When I first felt the wetness on my fingertips, I thought someone was sucking my fingers into their mouth, but when I focused on the sensations, I realized someone was actually riding my hand, thrusting my fingers in and out as it felt like they were working their clit.

It was hard to focus on any one sensation as I got fucked from all angles. The dick in my ass was the most immediate feeling because of the intensity, but the one in my mouth demanded attention because it kept gagging me and cutting off my air supply. When he pulled out to give me a moment to breathe, I coughed and sputtered again, intensifying the sensations in my ass even more. I thought he had been giving me a second to rest, but when the dick slid back in my mouth, it was bigger than it had been, so someone must have changed places. I didn’t even know how many people were in the room or how many times I would get fucked before the day was done. It was everything I loved about a gang bang, with the added bonus of constantly keeping me on edge.

I squeezed the dick that was thrusting into my left hand, hoping I was pleasing whomever it was despite my inability to do much more than that from inside the box.

The person riding my fingers pushed my hand in deeper until I was close to fisting them. It felt like her pussy was trying to break my knuckles until she finally came. I could feel it as she rode the orgasm out before pulling away, leaving my fingers coated with her juices. Someone — it could have been the owner of the mystery pussy — started to lick my fingers clean, gently sliding their tongue and teeth along each finger, seeming to savor the taste.

The guy who was fucking my ass finished, but someone else immediately replaced him. This cock was shorter but thicker, so it spread my hole even wider. He only gave me two strokes to get accustomed to his girth before pounding into me hard. Someone turned the vibrator on my clit up harder, and I instantly came again. They kept going, though, and I came two more times in the time it took the cocks in my mouth and ass to release their loads. This time I was ready and swallowed like the good little whore I was.

Someone started fucking my pussy, and from the voice I knew it was my husband. He pulled the vibrator away from my clit and teased my ass with it instead. Since it had been well-fucked already, it was easy for him to slide the tip of the vibrator in and out in time with his thrusts into my pussy. Someone had worked their way under Max and began licking my clit. The wet, rolling pressure combined with my husband claiming me, drove me over the edge one final time.

My first experience in my new box exceeded my every fantasy. Whatever they might want to do to me the next time they let me use my box, I won’t see it coming.