The truck hits another pothole, jolting your bound body against the wooden crate walls. You've lost track of time since they packaged you like cargo - hours, maybe days. The sound of the engine drones monotonously while your own rapid breathing echoes inside your confining prison. The dildo shifts inside you with each movement, a constant reminder of your purpose. Your training kicks in automatically, forcing your body to relax despite the terror coursing through your mind.

The crate smells of pine wood and your own sweat. Through the small air hole, you catch glimpses of highway lines rushing past. You strain your ears, trying to pick up any conversation from the cab that might reveal your destination or your new owner. A sudden stop makes your stomach lurch as the truck's engine cuts off. Footsteps approach the back of the truck - your delivery has arrived.

Your heart pounds against your ribs as you hear the truck's rear door slide open. Sunlight floods through the cracks in your crate, temporarily blinding you. Heavy boots approach, stopping directly in front of your confinement. A gloved hand raps twice on the wood, sending vibrations through your entire body. "Package delivery," a gruff voice announces. This is it - the moment you've been trained for your entire life.