Beth's Shipping at A&E - Part Three

“How are you feeling, honey?” Robert asked, stepping a bit closer, but making sure he wasn’t in Haft’s video shot.

“I can’t move my arms,” she said simply.  

Robert glanced at Tasha.  She nodded.  “The matrix is already setting.  Go ahead, touch it at the top.” Robert put his hand into the container and reached down past his daughter’s chin.  His fingers pushed at the clear gel around her collarbone and he was surprised to find it solid, yet slightly yielding, as if it were made of soft rubber.  He scratched at it with his fingernail and couldn’t even peel a bit off.  

“It seems pretty sturdy.   Can she breathe okay?”

John Stone laughed. “Of course!  The gel accepts certain body movements and will form a sort of space around any parts of her that are consistently moving.  Had she wiggled her fingers non-stop during the setting process there would be cavities around them.  Most girls won’t move though, so except for the phallic probes and the chest area, the gel seals around them very tight.”

Tasha smiled at Bethany, who had closed her eyes and given up to the sensory delight streaming through her.  “Not only that,” said the packaging director, “the gel supports her weight.  The pad in the seat actually sinks so there won’t even be sore points there.  It reduces the possibility of cramps by eighty-seven percent.”

Robert nodded in appreciation.  “I suppose getting a Charlie horse while you’re in there would be a bad thing.

Tasha grimaced. “You have no idea.”

Robert blinked and looked at Tasha.  “Have you been shipped before?”

She nodded. “I was shipped to this location actually.”

“Really?” He asked.  “How was it?”

Tasha bit her lip.  “It was…” her voice trailed off and she glanced at John Stone and clearly changed her mind on what she planned to say.  “Interesting.”

Stone stared at her and Tasha gave Robert Sterling a bright smile.  “It was a wild ride.  I remember exploding a number of times, and I was only shipped for an hour.”

Robert’s eyebrow went up.  “I see.  How long will Bethany’s shipping time be?  I can get to A&E by transport in under two hours.”

John Stone stepped closer.  “Well, as we’ve said, this is a special case.  The longest we’ve ever shipped someone was for five hours.  Our maximum shipping time however is twelve.  So we’ll be sending Bethany out to Los Angeles first, then on to our main facility.  So she’ll be in transit for about eleven and a half hours.”

The two technicians had brought over a thick plastic case that was huge, clearly meant to encapsulate Bethany and the gel.  Robert watched as they worked it around the girl.  It had plenty of clearance for her head and Robert saw that the interior was padded so that she wouldn’t have much movement above the neck either.  

“Will there be any light for her to see?” he asked as the case began to close on Bethany. Her eyes were open and she looked slightly scared, despite the continuing sexual intensity between her legs.  



Tasha shook her head.  “No.  It’s modeled after sensory deprivation.  She won’t be able to hear anything, see anything, or smell anything.  She’ll be left alone with only one set of stimulators.”

Robert nodded. “Her sexual points.”

“Exactly,” Stone said.  “Nipples, clit, anus, and cunt.  That should keep her entertained for the entire time.”

“Daddy?” Bethany said suddenly as the case started to close.  Robert took a quick step forward and stuck his hand between the edges as the techs were closing the plastic shell.  A sliver of light fell on his daughter’s face.  She looked both scared and desperate.  

“Yes, sweetheart?” Robert asked.

“I’m… scared.”

He smiled warmly.  “Don’t be.  This will be soft and easy.  Relaxing, okay?  Just close your eyes and try to sleep.”

Tasha suddenly leaned forward, sticking her head at an angle so Beth could see her.  “Beth, it isn’t that terrible.  Relax as much as you can and focus on the dildos, okay?  That’s very important.  Focus on the dildos.”

Bethany nodded and Robert removed his hand. “Love ya, kiddo!”  Bethany whimpered and then the shell closed.  Robert thought he heard her say something but wasn’t sure.  Tasha turned toward the computer tech. 

“Make sure she’s having an orgasm in less than thirty seconds,” she ordered.

The man grinned wickedly.  “Alright.”

Haft straightened up from behind his camera.  “Well, I think I got everything I need.”  He turned to John Stone.  “I’ll head on out and get this up to the studio.”  Stone nodded and Haft turned to Robert and stuck out his hand.  “Your daughter is amazing. Model material actually.  Once she’s done at camp I’d love to have her out to my studio and do a bondage photo shoot.”

John Stone frowned.

Robert looked surprised.  “Well, thank you, but I’m not sure that will be possible. She has some prior engagements arranged.”

Stone chuckled and looked at the disappointed Haft.  “That’s the way it goes, right Chris?”

Haft shrugged.  “Well, I might just look up your other daughters then.  If any of them are as cute and pretty as Bethany…”

Stone gave the man an appreciative nod.  “You should have seen Bethany’s older sister.  I had the pleasure of having her over at A&E for dinner.  She was a beauty like you rarely see.”

Haft grinned.  “I’m sure.”

Robert nodded. “Well I keep profiles online,” Bethany’s father said.  He pulled a card out of his pocket and handed it to Haft.  “Feel free to browse.”  Then Robert grinned. “I can always ship one of the girls out to you!”

Haft took the card with a smile and quietly left.  John Stone looked around, clapped his hands together and nodded at everyone.  “I think I’ll head out as well. I’ve got some stuff to do at the office.”  He turned toward Robert.  “Mr. Sterling, thank you again for this opportunity.  Ms. Edwards will be giving you some final paperwork to go with your shipment.  Please let me know if I can be of any more assistance.”  Stone shook Robert’s hand and then left.

The two technicians manhandled the case onto a dolly and rolled it out of the room, leaving Tasha Edwards alone with Robert.  He noticed that only one of the buttons of her coat was closed, the others having been unfastened deliberately.  Bare skin showed and he was intrigued by the fact that her chest was flatter than a pancake.  She came closer, holding up an information drive.  

“Here is your tracking number.  If you plug it into our website you can get real time video of your shipment in transit, including vital statistics.  You can also manipulate some of the stimulation settings.”

“Really?” Robert asked with a smile, staring at Tasha.  

She swallowed.  “Mr. Sterling, can I… can I…” she paused uncomfortably.  “Can I give you a blowjob?” she asked meekly.

Robert Sterling grinned.  “You can do more than that,” he said softly, reaching out and pushing the shoulders of the lab coat off the stick-like woman.  “And I suspect you won’t need that love potion.”

The lab coat fell to the floor.  She was naked underneath, thin and anorexic, but there were some pleasing lines to her nevertheless.  She stood there in her high heels, her pulse visible at her throat.

“Oh thank God!” she gasped, then smiled. “No.  I don’t need the potion.”

“Then neither do I,” Robert said, reaching down and cupping her sex.  He could feel her moisture as she folded up into his arms.

Shipping Bethany was forgotten.

***

Robert Sterling sat at the dining room table, trying very hard to ignore the warm, wet, and soft sensation that surrounded his cock.  His fingers flew across his keyboard, handling a variety of tasks, from updating profiles to looking for new breeding stock.  It was certainly difficult to concentrate, but considering the challenge he had given his daughter, Helen earlier, it made sense for him to resist.  Just then a pair of soft fingers touched his neck and rubbed some tension out of his shoulders.  He sighed softly and leaned his head backward, feeling the soft, pillow-like breasts of a woman.  He could tell she wasn’t wearing any clothing.

“That feels wonderful.  Don’t stop,” he said softly.

There was a light laugh.  “What will you give me to keep going?” a woman asked.  Her voice was mature, but light.

“How about a spanking?” he muttered, still loving her caress.  

She laughed.  “That might be tough unless you want me bent over a stool instead of your lap!” She came around him and settled down next to him, half sitting on the desk.  She was totally naked except for a black lace collar that stretched around her neck and a pair of clamp-on nipple jewels.  Of course her arm wrapped around her swollen belly, cradling the child within.  At seven months her baby bump was quite evident.  Robert reached out and touched her lightly with a smile.

“It’s too bad I’ve already had my allotted number of sons, Megan.  You’d have made some wonderful boys.”

Megan sighed.  “I know.  But that’s the way it is.”  She gave him a more direct look.  “Have you checked on Beth?”

Robert grinned.  “I was wondering when you’d come and ask. I know she was one of your favorites” He reached out and ran his hand across the woman’s bosom, feeling the soft curves of her breast.  He teased a nipple lightly but she ignored it and bit her lip.  Bethany was one of hers and he understood.

“You make it sound like she’s not coming back from camp,” Megan accused softly.  Robert ignored her comment.

“Would you like to see the tracking page?” he asked.

She blinked.  “Really?  You’d let me?”  In general, the women of Robert’s household weren’t allowed on the general network.  Their computers were limited to educational programs and skill sets.  He smiled at her and typed a few commands into his computer console.  Suddenly the screen changed and Megan came up off the table and once again stood behind him to see, hands on his shoulders.

The majority of the screen was dominated by two live video streams.  Since it was dark inside the shipping container, both were tinged green from being filmed with infrared cameras.  One shot showed Bethany’s face, her eyes open, staring sightlessly into the darkness, while the other was a close-up shot of the girl’s sex, right between the legs, as the motorized dildo continued to pump deeply into the poor girl. An EKG reading was underneath the whole thing, as well as a side view graphic that showed the position of both dildos in relation to Bethany’s body.  Underneath were a number of manual setting bars for electrical stimulation and motor speed. Lastly there were two clocks, one counting up, the other counting down, respectively labeled “time elapsed” and "time remaining.”  

“Oh my God,” Megan whispered.  “Can she hear us?” She asked.

Robert laughed. “Oh no.  But we can hear her if we want.”  He clicked on a little speaker button and suddenly they could hear the small whimpers of a girl in desperate straits, her body focused on sexual climax.

“That looks intense,” Megan said.

Robert swallowed.  The sensations around his cock had increased. He hadn’t realized that seeing Bethany like that, watching the vaginal dildo forcing her petals wide, would be such a turn on.  He closed his eyes, focused on resisting the urge to cum, when the door of the room opened and his third wife, Linda, came in holding a box.

“Did you order this, honey?” She asked.  Like Megan, she was totally naked, except she wasn’t pregnant.  Instead of nipple jewelry she wore a pair of light duckbill clamps on her nipples, held together with a chain and a butterfly clitoral vibrator was strapped around her waist.  The light on the front was off at that point, though Robert knew it was only a matter of time before the preprogrammed vibrations, controlled by the settings he had specified, started up.  Of course he could also access the control matrix on his computer and bypass the program, sending poor Linda into spams of sexual delight any time he wanted.  He grinned at the thought.

“Actually yes.  Why don’t you open it?” He told the pretty, naked woman.

She grinned in delight and tore into it, her bare breasts bouncing above the brown box.  It only took her seconds but then her eyebrow went up as she pulled out a plastic package containing a full two dozen, rubber anal plugs, varying in size.  Each end was capped with a real looking, colored glass gem.  She held them up, realizing quite well what she held and stared at Robert.

“Really?” she asked.  “Butt plugs?”  He could tell she was surprised since Robert had rarely expressed an interest in any of his stock’s bottom parts.

He sighed and gave her an exasperated look.  “Linda, I’m telling you, we’ve got to prepare them for this.  Just because I’m not into anal doesn’t mean we shouldn’t get them ready for it.  I mean, weren’t you used anally before I bought you?”

Linda nodded sheepishly. “Yes, but…”

“No buts,” he said, then paused. “Well, actually, yes.  Butts.”  He chuckled.  “So from now on, an hour a day for all the girls.  In fact…” he reached down under the table and tapped on the head between his legs.  “Come on up, Helen.”

The warm wet feeling around his cock stopped and there was a timid voice. “Do I have to, Daddy?”

“Yes, come up here.”

There was movement under the table and a teenage girl, just as naked as the other two women, crawled out from under the table.  She was beautiful, with long dark hair and a cherubic face that shared some of the qualities as the one on the computer monitor.  It was possible to tell that Helen and Bethany were half-sisters.  Helen looked at her father but then studied the monitor in curiosity.  She looked at the video of Bethany and gave her father an inscrutable glower. 

“You didn’t cum,” she accused him.  

He laughed.  “No, I didn’t.  You’ll have to try harder next time.”

“You were almost there,” she said with steel.  

Robert grinned. “Almost.”  He looked at Linda who had opened the package and selected the smallest anal plug, holding it out.

Robert glared at her. “I think Helen can handle more than that, don’t you?” 

Linda took a deep breath and then exchanged the small plug for slightly larger.

“That’s much better.”

Helen looked at the gem studded probe. “What is it?” she asked, reaching out and touching the phallus.

“It’s an anal plug, sweetheart.  We put it in your bottom,” Robert explained.

That clearly was a surprise to the girl. “Will it hurt?”

“Damn right it will,” Linda muttered.  Robert glared at his wife.  

“That’s earned you a punishment, which I’ll take care of in a second,” he said sternly to Linda. The color in Linda’s face drained away.  He turned back toward Helen.  She had wrapped her arms under her small breasts carefully.

“It’s uncomfortable at first, but you’ll get used to it.  The only reason I’m doing it is because I want you to become accustomed to it before you get out into the real world.  See Bethany there?  She’s got one up inside her bottom right now, and it’s even moving in and out.  See the cross-section graphic there at the bottom right?  See how deep both dildos go?  There is a lot of anal stuff going on out there and I’d rather have you experience some discomfort now, than brutal pain later.”

Helen looked leery, peering at the video monitor.  She watched as the blue colored anal plug moved in and out of her sister’s anal track.  “That really has to go in my bottom?”

Robert nodded. “Look, honey. It’s no bigger than a cock.”

“Then why can’t it be cock?” Helen asked.

Robert blinked. “What?”

“If I have to get used there, opened like that, does it have to be that thing?  It looks cold and hard. Can’t you do it?” Helen asked.

Robert was unsure how to reply. “Well, I…”

“Your daddy doesn’t do anal,” Megan said simply.  “Your anal virginity will be taken by an inanimate object, trust me.

Helen frowned and wrapped one hand around his shoulder while the other went down to his lap.  Robert’s cock was still rock hard and very wet.  Her fingers caressed the time and his entire shaft jerked suddenly. “I’d rather you do it, Daddy.”  Helen’s voice was a whisper.

Robert sighed and then stood up, pushing her toward the table.  “Well, if I’m going to force you, then at least I should share the burden.”  He kicked off the boxers that had been around his ankles before Helen had been ordered to suck him at the table and he reached out for the girl, pushing her down so that her face was just inches from the screen. The image of Bethany getting screwed during transport filled Helen’s vision, both the “thrust” and “shock” counters both going up steadily.  He pushed Helen forward until she was bent over the table, her cute bottom in the air.

“Megan, get me some lube.”

Megan waddled over to the nearby side table and extracted a bottle.  In this household, sexual lubricant was available everywhere.  It was like tissue.  She handed it to Robert who opened the cap and squirted a liberal amount on his already wet dick.  Both of his wives watched curiously as he grabbed hold of the base of his cock and then moved behind Helen.  The teenager was standing with her legs spread and he slid the oiled tip of his shaft along her buttocks.  Pushing lightly, he found the small button of her ass, but slid downward, the tip of his cock sliding through the petals of her sex.

She giggled. “I don’t think that’s my bottom.”  She wiggled her hips, teasing him.

“Stay still girl,” he muttered, once more bringing his cock up.  He pushed harder this time and Helen gasped, then squeezed.

“No, you have to open up. Relax.  Let me in,” he said softly.

She nodded her head, leaning on her elbows.  Robert pushed again and this time his cock slid into the tight space between Helen’s butt cheeks.  She let out a tiny cry and he began to pump, thrusting forward in tiny movements.  

“Oh my God!” Helen said, her voice trembling.  “Please! Daddy! That hurts!” she said, one hand moving back toward him.  Megan reached out and grabbed the girl’s wrist, holding her in place.

Robert grabbed Helen's hips. “I know dear. Try to relax.  This will be over soon,” he said gruffly.  The feel of her virgin rear, tight and warm around his already well aroused cock, was almost too much for him.  He began pushing, driving himself deeper, ignoring the pain ridden cries of the girl beneath him and he tried to match the rhythm of the anal fucking that Bethany was enduring.  He pushed forward into Helen each time the screen showed the thick anal probe delving into Bethany’s ass.  Finally he couldn’t take it and drove into the hilt, eliciting a scream from Helen as his cock spurted and shuddered inside her, filling her entire ass with his cream.  To make things worse for her as she sobbed on the table, was the fact that he stayed inside her until he was soft.

“I’m sorry, Helen.” His voice was strained as he pulled out and sat down.  Megan handed him a wipe and he cleaned himself off.  Linda reached out a hand and took Helen’s arm. 

“Come on, sweetheart. Let me take care of you,” the woman said, but Robert held out his hand.  “Let Megan do it.  Bend over the table.”  There was a moment’s silence.

Linda’s eyes widened.  “But… but I don’t need…”

“Just because you’re my wife and a breeder doesn’t mean you don’t need anal training.  What if I decide to ship you somewhere?” Robert explained patiently.  Linda glanced at Helen.  The poor girl was clutching her bottom with one hand and Megan with the other.

“Is this my punishment?” Linda asked, her voice tense.  

He shook his head. “Nope.”  Then he grabbed the largest butt plug and held it up. “This is.”

Linda’s look of despair was almost heart breaking.  Megan gave Linda a knowing look and took Helen’s hand, pulling her out of the room.  “It’s better if you don’t see or hear this,” she said to Helen, leaving Linda and Robert alone.

As soon as Helen and Megan had left the dining room Robert put his hand on Linda and turned her around. She complied willingly, knowing the kind of punishments he was legally entitled to inflict upon her.  He could also revoke her breeding status, which would mean an immediate pickup from the local knackers.  While Linda knew that eventually that would happen anyway, she wasn’t quite ready to go.  So she bent over.

“I’m going to lube you up first,” Robert said softly, standing behind her.  His hand pushed her downward and she too found herself face to face with Bethany, the poor girl’s suffering clearly intense as she was shipped across the country. Linda couldn’t help it as her breathing deepened, the fear of having something shoved up her ass more tangible than ever.  She wished he was hard and wanting, instead of just satisfied, since his cock would have been preferable to the massive plug he was holding.  She felt something cool and wet against her bottom and then he began to slowly massage her, working his finger around her rim and through her petals.  Gently, with one thumb against her sex, he began pushing.  To Linda’s surprise, it felt good as his finger slid in and she strained to stay relaxed.  His thumb began to move, caressing her petals and even getting up to her clit occasionally, though second by second his forefinger went deeper and deeper.  Finally he was thrusting fast, in and out of her bottom, literally pulling his finger completely out, only to jam it back in again.  Linda was panting, her hands gripping her bottom, spreading her cheeks, rising up on tip toe, the arches of both feet totally exposed, her breasts mashed against the table.  Her eyes locked on Bethany’s sex, the thick dildo sliding in and out of the teenage package.

For Robert it was simple.  He reached down, picked up the anal plug, and drove it in, replacing his finger.  It was thicker, but not by much, and Linda only gasped, her eyes widening.  He slid it all the way in, the indentation snagging around her sphincter.  She shuddered and then slowly straightened.  She gave him a peculiar look.  

“That doesn’t feel so bad actually.”  She reached back to her bottom and felt the jewel peeking out from between her buttocks.

Robert laughed.  “It shouldn’t.”  He held up the monster sized phallus and her eyes widened.

“But…” she stammered.

“Exactly.  Butt.  Your butt wouldn’t have been able to handle this monster.  I’m strict, not cruel.  But don’t worry.  With each passing day we’ll work your ass until you can fit the big one inside you.”

She sighed.  “That does not sound appealing.”  

“It will, next time you get shipped somewhere.”

Linda glanced back at the screen, the whimpering sounds of Bethany still matching the video.  “And Beth?”

Robert looked at his daughter’s image on the screen.  The blond beauty was gasping out, clearly in the throes of another orgasm.  “Beth is going to summer camp.  After that, we’ll see.”