37 mins later
The journey begins! The box is loaded into one of the many waiting trucks that pull off into the sleepy morning. Penny and Amy aren't the only box on the truck. At least 14 others neatly packed in their own boxes, although most of them contain a single poor soul and not two. The temperature inside the box is warm, air con is a luxury deemed a luxury as the subjects are hydrated and have oxygen feeds.
2 hour 42 mins later
The van is going to a remote and secluded airport to avoid security checks: unfortunately it does go off road and is a little....bumpy. GPS and statistics tracking indicates that this area can sometimes cause the nausea to be too much for the girls and they vomit, initiating the safety pumps to clear the airways.
Their box has no set orientation, no "This Side UP". While being packed Penny was on her 'back' and Amy on 'top', the box is now vertically upright. This MEANS Penny is now upside-down;; head to floor. While it means Penny isn't getting Amy’s weight pushing down on her tummy, it is causing the blood to rush to her poor, drug-addled head. She was struggling not to vomit well before the box started bumping and moving with the ride. Being upside down did not help at all.
At 3 hours 12 mins they arrive at the airport and are loaded onto a large cargo plane for their journey down to Cuba. Cruciatu has many distribution centres all around the country as well as globally; each centre having agreements with governments and private bodies. At this airport, several more black crates are loaded onto the plane. Unbeknownst to Penny and Amy there were souls above them below them all around them suffering in similar ways and for various reasons.
The heavy vibrations from the plane's engines permeate the boxes.
Inside the box all was timeless. Long eternal wakeful terror, until the two girls almost felt real life was a dream and at the same time believed they must already have been travelling for weeks.
In fact, as the travel sickness combined with turbulence, as Amy's cream finally reached the back of Penny's inverted head and the pounding of blood surged in her ears in a sick hatred of humiliation, the plane was barely leaving British airspace.
And - despite everything - their nightmare had barely even started.
Back in London, Claire has been reviewing the footage but didn’t want to pull Penny out of the horrible world of the box by talking to her...yet. Now at work, she was modifying a few algorithms that would keep the girls entertained
During the long intercontinental flight, the program controlling the girls' dildos received the commands. Continuing to vibrate, it also begins the automated flow that Claire saved under the name WAKE_UP.exe. For the next 12 hours, the dildos had several randomized shock patterns:
Deliver a 10 second shocks every 10 seconds
A short 1 second shock every second second
A mix of long and short electric shocks, completely random. *
The programs delivered to each are different at different times. So Amy would jerk and twitch constantly, obvious to her sister who was cramping as she received a long sustained shock that she could barely shift to react to.
This is particularly exhausting for the girls, so the program also sucks out a little liquid and tops up their enema to ensure they are given fresh nutrients and awareness drugs.
For all those who have been interested and have subscribed to updates on the girls file (in this case; Clark, Mccloud, Jamie) an alert is sent to inform them of the shock treatment so they can watch some of it in real time. Otherwise, it will be edited and added to their files later.
Claire's Wakeup program was a particularly cruel refinement for both Penny and Amy. With the quantity of amphetamines pumped into their systems - not to mention the violent cramps threatening to rip their innards apart - any sleep was utterly impossible, even though they were utterly exhausted. But now as they lay crushed together, hallucinating unimaginable horrors, the pattern of random, rapidly changing assaults from the punishment dildos kept the girls screaming and struggling.
Penny was truly suffering now. Inverted, smothered under her sister's sex, she hadn't drawn a breath of her own for hours, the spiked throat gag mechanically forcing her body to breathe in deep lungfulls of Amy's lust as her own cunt was fried by the shocks... And then the program would suddenly stop, leaving Penny painfully aware of all her other pains - the throbbing, twisting cramping in her stomach, the thumping blood pooling in her inverted head, the strained-to-bursting balloon of her over-inflated bladder, the hideous throbbing of her skewered tongue. And just as her tormented brain was trying to process the pain, the wakeup program would assault Amy, and Penny's own sister would struggle and squirm, wriggling blindly against her sibling, grinding her cunt into Penny's nose, crushing her stomach against her bucking body, increasing the agony of her inflated stomach a hundred times over.
17 hours 46 mins
The shocks stopped, but the everlasting vibrators continue to reverberate like an enraged nest of wasps, ironic considering the venom lube (which the pumps had just squirted into their pussies and ass via the tubes) actually contained wasp venom.
A long and slower boat ride from Cuba to the Panama Canal…
It was a relief for Penny when the airplane set down in Cuba and their container was banged and jostled and dragged along before being slung onto a ship - a relief in the sense that she was back on top, crushing Amy's body beneath her as her sister's faint whimpers of horror grew worse. At the same time the sudden pitching of the ship, the disorientation, and the drugs combined to make both girls vomit repeatedly, over and over, spewing until the venom reached their throats and began to add a new and hideous burning to their pain, the depleting supply repeatedly pumped back into their bodies, keeping their skin swollen and strained so that there was not a moment's peace for Penny or Amy alike.
In Panama the largest collection of fresh girls and women results in a 30 hour stopover, all agreed and palms greased by Crucio. Any normal person would have long since collapsed from absolute exhaustion by the time of their arrival. But not for Penny or Amy - despite now being tortured almost constantly for the preceding 24 hours or so since their abduction, despite the full day they'd both had before the horror of the home invasion began, their tortured, exhausted bodies simply could not sleep, the amphetamines forcing the sisters to experience every slow second of suffering as they sweated in the oppressive black prison of the shipping box.
This is the international hub for Crucitau, the last stop prior to the long boat ride to the island prison. Hundreds of illegal shipments converging from all over the world, a logistics marvel that many large companies could learn from. Many different branches of Crucio Corporation from all over the world have wildly different shipping methods and procedures which is why the long stopover was required to consolidate the shipments.
Girls from Africa came in wood crates stuffed with hay, their sustenance coming from water bottles like the kind you would find in a pet hamster's cage, the girls shuffling in their dark box trying to find the cock shaped appendage so they could suck on for water.
Some 'luckier' girls are in very different setups to the smaller box girls - some have been secured in larger shipping containers albeit still in a helpless state. The larger space allow more elaborate setups - fully fledged fucking machines and sybians. These girls came from colder regions, like Russia, the container having their own built in environmental systems so they don't freeze to death.
Many are in open metal cages with their hands, legs and eyes free, automated feeding tubes keeping them sustained and alive. They can even converse with each other to try and find out what is happening to them and why, but there are many girls caged together that don’t understand each other's languages and all they can do is try and console each other.
Some shipping crates have the girls in a similar scenario to what Penny and Amy went through back at the processing facility. With the luxury of space, these girls are secured in bondage rigs bent over and have tubes in their plugs and ass they cycle solution in and out, a cocktail of drugs keeps them awake. Some crates even have dim red lights fitted so they can get a good look at their surroundings, the colour making them think of a hellish underground cave.
2 days, 8 hours
The ship pulls out of Panama and at the halfway point in their journey, another terrible box feature activates.
Without warning; females screams, panting, wailing, blubbering, begging, choking, deepthroating gurgles, cries cut off in garbled chokes, anything you can imagine starts to play full blast though earphones built into the mesh of Penny and Amy's hood.
This was timed perfectly with another dose of nightmare fuel which began dribbling into the girls assholes an hour ago and would begin the heightened awareness for the 3rd or 4th time, their heart rates and minds ready to be raped again like their bodies.
Jokingly dubbed “Cruciatu White noise” it was an effective psychological torture and sleep deprivation technique that would continue for the next portion of their journey as the boat continues its journey into the remote South Pacific Ocean.
The sounds are truly out of hell itself.
Loud bullwhip cracks striking flesh, accompanied by some of the most horrific screaming the girls had heard so far.
Some audio contain desperate begging “PLEASE LET THIS FILTHY SLUT EXPEL MASTER PLEASEEEE LET THIS DIRTY SLAVE SHIT AND PISS!!!”
Other audio contains trainers and high pitched muffled screams through gags “KNEES UP PONY BITCH!!” *CRACK* *CRACK* “RRRHHEEEEEEEEEE”
Others just contained horrible, horrible sounds that could not ever be defined as human communication.
One sounds like a girl panting and panting heavier in fear (maybe through a ring or dental gag) before she started to whine and scream as medical device whirring started up and then a wet slurping slicing. The gurgled sounds from the girl afterward sound different, like they have taken her ability to form words.
Rough fucking sounds. Wet slapping, moaning, choked slurps followed by groans and squeals of pain.
For Amy, after being kept for over a day in perpetual silence this is particularly jarring. The distortion of time was so total, the blackness so all-encompassing, that Amy almost forgot she was neither blind nor deaf. Unlike Penny, Amy hadn't heard a word spoken since she was hooded, and had experienced everything in a bubble of deaf darkness. And so for Amy the sudden burst of Cruciatu White Noise was particularly devastating, a new overload of overwhelming noise from a sense she'd almost forgotten she had.
The sounds, the screams, the shrieks blurred in her nightmare acid trip, as they did in Penny's, but the effect - indeed the nature of the noise - was different for both women.
Beneath the screams and sobs, beneath the orders, and whip cracks and wailing of women, was a whispering.
For Penny, it wasn't particularly shocking. She was almost used, now, to the purring mockery of Claire's voice, her former friend rapidly becoming the dominatrix on Penny's shoulder, her only guidance through the unendurable terrors of the past... Penny didn't know how long. But now, muffled as the sound was and layered beneath screams that left Penny utterly convinced she was plummeting into the depths of hell itself, Claire's prerecorded sounded like the taunting of her conscience.
"This is your fault, Penny. This is all your fault. You slut. You cunt. You filthy fucking whore. You animal. Pony. Beast..." Claire's voice mingled with the soundtrack, a deafening clash of bridle bells, a hissing burning brand, a woman's muffled sobs for mercy as she stumbled on the point of collapse.... And Claire's voice ran on, cold and hateful. Dripping guilt and poison into Penny's system as the vibrator forced Penny's cunt to the brink of cumming over and over - and then whipped it away with a devastating electric shock so powerful the clamp on Penny's clit began burning with the built-up heat.
But for Amy, all was different.
The long, baking hours sat sweating under the Panamanian sun may have been an excruciating experience for a claustrophobic cunt like Amy but for Claire it was a fantastic chance to consult with her liaison in Cruicio Psychiatrics, and so Amy's audio feed was sculpted differently.
The same screams, same tortures, the same sadistic sounds of torture played in Amy's doped up ears as in her sister's.
But here Claire's voice was different. It took a minute or so for Amy to even recognise the soft gentle sound as the voice of someone she knew, of her sister's best friend, of someone Penny trusted implicitly... And a voice of someone whose heart was breaking in sorrow.
Claire's tone wasn't mocking Amy. It didn't have that husky purr of arousal. Instead the words Amy could hear Claire speak we're muffled by screams and whimpers, by a cold hard voice yelling at a sobbing woman to "make those knees tap your tits or we'll both be flogged you selfish bitch!"... But they were warm. Claire sounded so sad, so affectionate, so regretful that Amy's heart almost broke at the memory of what it meant to feel safe.
"Amy, it's Claire. I'm so sorry. It's all a mistake. It was Penny's fault. It's all Penny's fault and you got caught up with this by mistake, I'm so so sorry. I need time, Ames but I'll fix it. Hang in there. Don't blame Penny too much, I'm sure she didn't even think about how much she was going to hurt you. I'll fix it Amy. Trust me."
The boat chugged on. The cacophony of pain playing on and on forever, with some of the "best" repeating
3 days 2 hours
Penny knew the sounds were horrifying and peek into their futures. As she listened to them over and over again for nearly a whole day(along with Clairs taunting breaking her down), her drug-addled mind began to render horrifying visions of the tortured souls producing inhuman noises. Screaming sweatin females, gaping mouths drooling, eyes rolled back in the head, hideous characters of what a woman would be. And then another electric shock cycle would begin, ripping the image away.
One she kept hearing was particularly insidious and seemed to be in some kind of medical facility, a heart monitor beeping in the background. A doctor talking to a nurse, instruments on a metal table. The heart beeping quickening and then drowned out by the buzzing sound of medical tools.
She couldn’t comprehend some of the terms. Ponies in particular did not seem to make sense for the place Claire had described to her. Whenever she her the term barked out along with some orders she would always hear ragged exhausted panting, but she couldn’t make sense of what the sense would look like
3 days 20 hours
Closer to their destination the pumps give one final fill of the solution, a large fill that uses the remaining solution(if measured perfectly). One more dose of venom is loaded into Penny’s pussy and anus.
4 days 4 hours
The girl's vibrators inexplicably stop buzzing and shocking, signaling a coming change…
