As I’m unloading bodies (normally unconscious cancer patients) from their scanning boxes onto the assembly line, I’m on the lookout for valables. Anyone who happened to get scanned with some jewelry, or with an expensive ring. Valuables like these were still pretty expensive, because even though medical scanning and computer chip manufacturing were approved, normal 3D duplication still wasn’t. I could pocket these and sell them off to a local jeweler for a pretty penny to augment the money the hospital paid me to take care of their soon-to-be-dead.
Sometimes I get lucky and find some pearls. Sometimes I get really lucky and a whole wallet falls out of a pocket. Sometimes, I hit the jackpot.
I knew when I unpacked box 34-829-JNK78 just past 3 am that I had hit a jackpot. No 200lb diabetic cancer-ridden 50-year-old staring back at me here, no, this was some grade A high class fuck meat. She must have just been scanned at a football game or something, she had a whole outfit on and her face had an expression of excitement, even as she lay there sleeping, her breath slowly causing her chest to rise up and down. I set down the lid to her box and wheeled her crate over to my office in the coroner of the warehouse.
I grabbed some old rope I had lying around on my desk, and then turned to my sleeping beauty. I started by tying her ankles together nice and tight around her little white cowgirl boots. Then moving up her legs, I bound her knees tightly together, the dark rope standing out against her bright white legs still wrapped in her dance tights. One of them was a little bruised, maybe that’s why she was here. I turned her over in the box and bound her wrists and elbows together behind her back, and then I ran a rope under her crotch up her front, and around her neck. Now, if she tried to do anything with her hands, she would end up choking herself, and rubbing her clit, in the process. Her little mouth was slightly parted, and while I was tying the rope around her neck, I felt the slightest bit of her breath passing over her bright red lips. I would be lying if I didn’t say I was already as hard as a rock. I then went and retrieved the lid to the box, placed it on top of her, and screwed in a canister of the “wake back up” gas that we keep around in case the bodies are needed. I let her body sit there and begin to slowly wake up. The process would take a few hours, and I’d have something to look forward to while I processed the rest of the bodies in the batch.
By the time I was finished, hints of sunlight were just starting to poke into the black night. As I entered my office, I heard a slight bumping. Clearly the gas had worked, and our sexy little friend was trying to let us know she was there!
I opened the box very dramatically: She was lying there, just as stunning and beautiful as before, but now her face showed a look of terror and anger. Guess she had been sitting there awake long enough to figure out what was up. That cunt rope must have done the trick.
She immediately started screaming. Yah, they normally do that. Luckily, my facility is out in the boonies. No one around for miles. She screamed and screamed. Screamed as I picked her up out of the box. Screamed as I carried her fire-man carry over to a workbench. Screamed as I laid her out across the workbench, legs hanging down towards me. Screamed as I held her down with one hand, and with the other started to squeeze and massage her calves and thighs.
“Keep up that screaming miss and you’ll be all screamed out by the time I give you something to actually scream about”
She stopped screaming.
Panting, lying there face down, big breasts pushed flat up against the table, she whispered, asking me “Where am I?”
“Hell. The middle of nowhere. Purgatory. The National Health Services Center Processing Plant #297. Call it what you will, you aren’t leaving here as anything other than a puddle of goo.”
“But the game! The show! What happened?”
“I’m sure you did a wonderful job. Felt all fixed and ready to go, right away, and pranced off into the sunset three days ago.”
A look of dread came across her face as she realized the weight of the words he was saying.
“So I’m not all healed and better?”
“Your leg looked like it took a beating, I’d say no, you are definitely the defective copy”
“And what’s going to happen to me?”
Instead of answering, I tied her down to the table.
This girl’s ass was absolutely sexy. Running my hands up and down her legs, I slowly pushed up her skirt to reveal her sparkly silver hot shorts. She gasped as I grabbed her ass firmly with both hands and started massaging it. I could tell from how wet she smelled that the rope running across her pussy must have done its work, she must already be soaking. I quickly cut the rope away so I could slide down her hot shorts, which got caught and lied around where my knots tied her knees together.
Now the blue underside of her leotard was exposed. Grabbing a large knife, I slid the edge of the blade underneath the edge of the material and made a simple cut across. Her leotard shifted up on her slightly as the tension came off the suit, and I cut away the remaining scraps around her butt.
Next, her cream white tights were exposed to the fresh air. What an unboxing experience! I worked my fingers up around the hem of her skirt and started pulling the tights down around her ass. The skin of her tight little ass came now into view, just as pale and delicate as the tights I was ripping off of her legs.
One more layer of underwear to cut away, and I was finally looking at my prize: A tight little high school cunt lying in front of me, terrified and shivering, but also already soaked from the pressure and stimulation it had received during the hours of bondage I had left her in.
Using my little finger, I started to slowly insert myself into her meat curtains. They were really soft and delicate, and parted easily at my intrusion. Her moisture accumulated on my finger as I probed a little deeper and met some resistance. It appeared our little highschool drill team star still had some honor to her name! Luckily, the “new” Elizabeth was safe out in the world and wouldn’t be losing that honor here, strapped to a workbench out off in some warehouse.
I started to push my finger in and around her vagina, beginning to play with her clit with my thumb. I started pleasuring her and building her up, even as her face looked at me with absolute hatred. She wasn’t getting more wet, and she clearly didn’t appreciate my efforts to lubricate her with her own liquid, so I stood up, spat on my hand, and began smearing my spit all over her cunt.
Pulling down my pants, my rock hard penis stood at attention, ready to begin injecting pain and semin onto this helpless girl. I lined up my head against her cunt. Lying down in front of me, she started shuddering. Her skirt was pushed up around her waist, and she was completely bare from her waist down to her knees, where her tights and cowgirl boots were held tight together with my rope. I pushed my penis slowly in, parting her lips around me. She shuddered again. Tense with anticipation, I thrust deep inside her in one smooth stroke.