Not for a long while

The hours go by as you’re trapped in the box. Long periods of boredom punctuated by a random dick fucking your pussy or sticking itself in front of you to get sucked. You can see the shadows go from nonexistent, to short, to long as the sun gets lower in the sky. Occasionally someone sticks a straw in front of you and tells you to drink so that you stay hydrated, but other than that your only human interaction for the entire day is through the people that have fucked you. You’ve even dozed off a few times and had your nap interrupted by a fresh new dick in your pussy.

Once the sun has set and the porch lights have come on you hear the rattling of a padlock above you. Warm light floods your tiny dark prison and you are helped out of it and onto the ground by someone as your eyes adjust. You feel sore all over as you stretch your legs for the first time all day, and feel hungry as well. The person who helped you up and out is a girl who looks to be about your age with curly brown hair on her head and a cute brown tuft of pubes just above her pussy.

“You had quite a day in there huh?” She asks

“Y-yeah. Is it over?” You say, not sure if you really want it to be or not.

“That depends on how much you piss off the Master. Now let’s get you cleaned up, I don’t want to miss dinner and you probably don’t either. I’m Emma by the way”

“I’m Sarah. Nice to meet you.”

After a quick shower that Sarah helps you to because you’re having trouble walking (for multiple reasons) you follow her to the dining hall. It’s a medium sized ballroom with stained glass windows and art pieces on the wall depicting young people performing various sexual acts. The tables where everyone sits are arranged in a rectangular shape with an open area in the middle. At the head of the rectangle you can see your uncle and a few other adults all naked. In fact, everyone in here was naked as the day they were born, but all of the younger people were wearing the same kind of brass collar around their neck marking them as some kind of a servant.

You catch the eye of your uncle as soon as you walk in and feel the instinct to cover yourself still despite the fact that he had clearly seen everything before when stripping you and putting you in your cages. He waves you over to him.