Hot Box
tags: M/f, torture, hot box, no-sex
disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!
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�‘What do you want to eat tonight, baby?’ I asked my daughter, who was walking rather stiffly next to me.
‘Mmmm� steak?’ She asked me unsure if this was a trick question.
Nodding, I kept walking along the aisle until we were in the meat section. I looked around quickly, and seeing that we weren't being watched, I told her to roll her skirt up another inch.
She hesitated for a second before rolling it yet again. Her school uniform was a blue and green tartan skirt, black stockings and a white shirt. It was quite modest, but after 15 minutes of shopping and 6 rolls, you could now see her legs above her stockings.
Her face was turning a deep shade of red as she looked around, trying to see if anyone had noticed.
Unfazed, I also told her to unbutton another of her shirt buttons. The result was that from the top, you could now see her perky breasts quite easily.
We kept walking until I found what I was looking for. Pointing at a cut of meat I wanted, I told her to get it.
She pleaded at me with her eyes, knowing what could happen if she bent down to pick it up, but I kept pointing.
Taking a deep breath, she lowered herself slowly until she could pick it up, but she hadn't been strong enough. From between her legs, a pink dildo fell to the ground. It was covered in her juices and she desperately tried to pick it up.
In her rush, she kicked it away until it hit someone's boot. Terrified, she walked up the one of the employees of the store, who was looking the scene with a blank look in his face.
‘Excuse me’ she said as she picked the soggy dildo from the floor.
From behind her I could see her ears turning into a bright shade of red. I smiled at him when he looked at me, mentioning how clumsy today kids were.
He nodded, speechless, as we continued shopping.
As soon as we turned into another aisle, she spread her legs, inserting the dildo into her cunt again. I was satisfied to see that I hadn't had to order her around for it. She was obviously improving, even when she couldn't hold it in as long as I wanted.
She would have to be punished for that, of course, but that would have to wait until we got home.
After getting the rest of the items on my list, we went through check out and then into the parking garage.
I had left my truck right next to the elevator, so there was a fair amount of people coming and going around us. That suited me just fine.
‘You are getting into the cage’ I told her as I opened the trunk.
Heart broken, she dropped her head and stood by the open door as I pulled a big plastic cage from the back of the trunk. It was meant for a very big dog, but with a little effort she could fit inside.
I ordered to strip, and as before she looked around to see if someone was watching in this direction. Unluckily for her, an old lady was walking towards our direction at about a mile an hour.
Emma looked at me, panic in her eyes as the old lady kept walking slowly towards us, but I ordered her to strip again.
After just a second, she took her shirt off and then her skirt. She obviously wasn’t wearing any panties, but her dildo was an inch out of her cunt. Without wasting any more time, she got on the trunk and into the cage, contorting her small body past the gate.
After she was in, I closed the door behind her, locking it in place with a small padlock. I loaded up the groceries and then closed the trunk.
Behind me, the old lady was staring at me in terror, but I only laughed at her as I left the garage, driving north towards our house.
‘I am sorry daddy!’ Emma said from the trunk. ‘I won't do it again!’
‘Daddy knows you are sorry baby, but we have been over this. If you fuck up, I will have to punish you. Its for your own good, yes?’
‘Yes, daddy’, she answered sobbing.
I told her that I would think about her punishment as we drove, and asked her to keep quiet.
The rest of the drive I spent debating about the pros and cons of the various options I had, until the weather report started sounding in the radio. Today and tomorrow the weather was expected to be exceptionally hot.
Well, that was it then. It would be a day in the hot box for her.
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Once I was home, I entered the truck into the garage and unloaded the groceries, leaving Emma in her cage for the time being.
I spent the next half an hour sorting everything in place and having a little snack before I was ready. I went into the garage, taking a collar and a leash that I had left by the door, and opened the cage.
Emma was pretty cramped in there and the last hour must have been pretty uncomfortable, but to her credit she stayed there because I hadn’t give her any commands.
‘Out’ I said as I hanged the collar in front of her face.
Slowly, she got out of the cage, kneeling in the floor of the trunk. She was resting in all four as I moved her long brown hair to the side, locking the collar tightly around her neck.
I then locked the leash onto it and ordered her to the floor.
Once she was on the floor, I went into the garden on the back of the house. It was pretty big, and when we moved many year around I had planted some bushes on the fence. They were big enough now that from the houses next to mine, you couldn't see the lawn, which was very convenient.
In the center, a big steel box was half buried in the ground.
When Emma saw it, she immediately stopped, forcing me to pull from the leash.
‘Move, Emma. You are going in, were you like it or not. Don't make this any worse!’ I said as I pulled.
Eventually she started moving again, walking on all fours behind me. When we got to the box I ordered her to stay still while I unlocked the heavy padlock that kept the box closed.
Before touching the steel, I had to put on some leather gloves I kept next to it, as the sun had left it hot enough to burn.
The door groaned as I pulled it open, exposing the steel interior of the box. It was 3 feet by 3 feet on the side, and 2 feet deep, small enough that she wouldn't be able to stretch her body, and much less stand up in it.
It was made in half inch sheet steel that I had welded, creating a watertight box that stored the sun's energy with terrible efficiency.
Besides me, I could see her trembling in fear as images of her last visit to the box played in her mind. Her breathing was fast and short as her eyes were fixed on the rusty steel inside.
Walking back to her, I picked the leash, noticing that she had wetted herself. Pee was running down her legs onto the grass as she sobbed.
I dropped myself down in front of her, looking into her eyes.
‘Baby, don't make this any worse. Get into the box, now.’ I said to her, trying to force her into it.
She hesitated, shaking her head from side to side. I pulled the leash once, moving her closer to the box, but I stopped in frustration. I slapped her face hard, rocking her head to the side and making her fall into the grass.
From there, she looked at me, apparently aware of the situation once again.
Without a word, she crawled to the box, gettin into it gingerly. She moaned in pain as her bare feet touched the bottom, and I knew from experience that it would leave a mark on her before she was out.
Slowly, she lowered herself into it, crying in pain as her skin contacted the hot steel.
‘Please! It hurts, I don't want to do this! I learned my lesson, please let me go!’ She said once she was fully inside the box.
I ignored her, lifting the heavy door and closing the box over her head.
Her screams came out muffled through the heavy steel, but I had drilled many holes into it for air to enter.
Inside the space was so small that she had no other choice but to curl up into a ball, resting her side on the floor.
Before leaving, I put the padlock on again, locking it in place.
I have to admit, that at that point I hesitated a bit. The inside of that box could get pretty hot under the sun, and she was going to be locked up in there until tomorrow evening, at the least. There was a significant risk she would get a heatstroke in there, or even die.
Last time she had spent 12 hours inside. She had left dehydrated and burned all over her body. Her skin raw from the heat. It had eventually disappeared, but it had taken 3 day for her to recover.
This time I planned on leaving her for a full day�
In the end, I thought that she needed the lesson. Surely, after this she would pay more attention to her duties and would apply herself more.
I turned back into the house, leaving her crying inside the box, desperate for help.
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After cooking me a nice steak, I went out to the lawn with a glass of wine. I sat on the grass just outside the box, feeling the heat it radiated. The night air was cool, but the huge mass of the box was able to store the heat for most of the night
Feeling a bit drowsy, I pulled my cock out, and started masturibing as I imagined her inside the box. From there I could barely hear her, still sobbing inside.
After cumming, I rose unsteadily. I grabbed the garden hose and put it in one of the holes in the door. I then let the water run as the box groaned, the hot steel cooling and contracting rapidly with the water.
The sound must have been pretty strong from the inside, but I couldn’t hear her. Maybe she had passed out.
After a couple of minutes, I cut the water, and went to sleep, setting the alarm for sunrise as I always did.
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I woke up with a mild headache, as I always did after drinking wine.
After that, I went into my routine. I took a shower, shaved and brushed my teeth. I went down to fix myself something for breakfast, and while I waited for my toast I called Emma's school to let them know that she wasn't feeling well today.
Her teacher was very sad to hear that, mentioning that many kids had the flu. Maybe it would pass tomorrow. I told her I would keep her posted, and that she could email me her homework.
After that, I dressed for work, and got ready to leave.
Before going to the office, I went into the lawn again. The morning was still cool, but the sun was rising, at it wouldn't be long until it started to heat the steel again.
I took the hose I had left on the box, rolling in neatly into the wall, and finally left.
The morning passed slowly as I worked my way through the days emails. I had a few meetings and at midday the guys and I decided to grab some lunch in the deli across the street.
When I left the building the heat of the day slapped me in the face. I hadn't realized how hot the day had gotten, since the office was always pretty cool.
I was a bit worried about her, but I dismissed my fears as I waited for my sandwich. The girl at the counter knew us by name after all this time, and while she she wasn't a supermodel, she was pretty in a homely kind of way and I never wasted the opportunity to flirt with her.
Once I was back in the office, I checked the weather and was surprised to find that this was one of the hottest days of the year. The inside of the box must be scorching hot by now.
Since it was only 4 hours until the end of the day, I went back to work, hoping that my decision would prove correct.
At 5 pm, I arrived home after a long day, parking the truck in the garage and going immediately to the lawn.
The box was still closed, and I could see the hot air rising from the surface, like a mirage in a desert highway.
I put on my gloves again before opening the lock, and lifting the door.
Emma was laying on the floor, soaked in sweat and trembling all over. Her skin looked red and patchy, and her lips were so dry that they were bleeding. Her hair was soaking wet with sweat and it clung to her head as if she had just gotten out of a pool.
Incredibly, she was mumbling something, and I had to get inside the box to hear it.
‘I have to be good, I have to do as daddy says’ she mumbled over and over again.
I picked her up carefully, trying to avoid the areas of her skin that were worst, and slowly took her upstairs. I was amazed by the heat coming of her small body. It felt as I was carrying a piece of roast.
Once inside the bathroom, I placed her into the bathtub. She winced in pain as her skin touched the cool ceramic, but I held her in place until she quieted down. I turned the AC on, trying to lower the temperature of the room while I gave her something to drink.
She drank the cold water greedily, spilling it in her rush. I could almost swear it sizzled as it touched her chest, but that was impossible� right?
After a few minutes of this, I opened the water and started filling the tub with lukewarm water, trying to avoid shocking her frail body. Once she was fully submerged, I closed the tap, and simply waited as the water slowly cooled to the temperature of the room.
An hour passed by before she reacted again, turning her head slightly to look at me.
She smiled and her brown eyes lit up from inside.
‘Thank you daddy’ she said crying.
After that, I helped her out, drying her slowly as her burned skin peeled slowly. I covered her body in moisturizing cream before laying her on my bed.
Turning of the lights, I laid behind her, passing my arm under her head, and resting my hips behind her ass. As I drifted off to sleep I felt the heat coming of her body, and it felt like taking a nap under the sun.
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