Yes

“All right, boss!”

The crate wobbled as George climbed down from the forklift. The two men talked quietly for a moment before one pair of heavy footsteps slowly disappeared into the distance.

Silence.

Then the forklift engine roared again.

You felt the crate lower gently, though not fully to the ground. It hung suspended slightly above the pavement.

The engine shut off.

Heavy boots approached slowly.

Frank slapped the top of the crate twice with a loud THUMP THUMP.

“Let’s give you a test drive, huh girl?” he laughed. “I’m sure your future owners won’t mind.”

Your blood ran cold.

Then came the unmistakable sound of a zipper.

Panic exploded through your body.

Just as you were about to scream, fingers suddenly pushed through the knot hole again, forcing your mouth open and silencing you instantly.

A second later, you realized what Frank believed the crate contained.

You froze completely.

Outside, the man chuckled softly to himself.

The crate shifted rhythmically against the forklift while muffled noises and quiet grunts came from outside. Your mind screamed in horror and confusion as something soft entered your mouth. it grew with every thrust, deeper and deeper.

Time lost all meaning.

The rough wood scraped against your skin with every movement, your cramped muscles burning from being folded inside the tiny box for so long.

Finally, it came. that hot creamy goodness deep into your gullet.

Frank let out a satisfied sigh outside the crate.

A loud smack landed against the wood again.

“Damn,” he laughed to himself. “Best one I've ever had”

Footsteps approached from across the harbor.

“Hey George,” Frank called casually. “Good break? Mine was.”

The two men laughed as the forklift engine rumbled back to life beneath you.