2 - Establishment

When I came back down the next day, the first thing that surprised me was the real life animal crossing girl lewdly immobilized in my living room. Yep, that was still real. Second thing that surprised me was the gray letter was gone. I tore my living room apart looking, then my bedroom too, but nope. Then I noticed the black box was gone too. One sheet of magic paper on a table would be enough, but Peanut was still right where I'd left her last night. On top of the black box. And all my doors and windows were locked. The fuck. 
All my banging around had the added effect of waking said squirrel up, unfortunately. Her head had been kind of tipped over so her face was resting on the top of the box. Very cute, but when I stopped running around like a moron I saw that she was supporting her own weight again, and her little hands had closed into loose fists. Maybe that big flufy tail could feel the changes in air pressure or something. 
Or maybe she felt it with that bare pussy I couldn't stop glancing at! Honestly, I was getting tired of being turned on whenever I looked over at my new guest. It didn't feel good so long as I couldn't act on it, and I knew that wasn't in the cards. I didn't want to let myself add "for now" to the end of that statement either, but it was hard to do every time. I considered putting a sheet or something over her lower half, but what would that feel like to her? I was still barely even a presence to Peanut, and that might not be the impression I wanted to give her. 
Either way, she was staying quiet for now, and I was determined to behave very carefully around her. If she was stuck with me, I didn't want to be on bad terms, and I'd started things on the worst foot I could imagine for that. How could I go from "I bought you and had you locked in a box so I could play with your body" to anything even approaching normal? Maybe there wasn't a way, but if I let myself dwell on that it was all over. No, I needed to pull myself together and work out a game plan, and for that, I needed information. 
Reassembling the sofa after my search for the letter, I sat down and considered my options. Really I'd been doing that since last night, but this time I meant it. The package had come at a good time, so I had a couple days before work. That was nice. I still didn't know much about Peanut beyond the fact she was here, that'd have to change. I was not ready to have a conversation with her. Even if I didn't die on the spot from shame, no way I'd walk out of that talk looking anything but an enemy, and probably a psycho too. That left the manual. Unlike the other spooky objects sent by BLN Tour, my catalog was sitting there where I left it. Small blessings. Remembering what the letter had said about its double feature, I dragged it over to where I was sitting and opened it from the left.
Within the shell emerged... the catalog's table of contents, but upside down. I shut it, suppressed the urge to smack myself, and flipped it around properly. This time we were in business, I could tell because the pages were black with teal writing, which was the opposite of the catalog's pages. Hoping I could get a clue where to go from here, I spent the next hour or so going over the contents. 
No joke this time, I dug into that manual and learned a whole bunch of things. For instance, the earplugs really were "advanced deprivation equipment." They cut out pretty much any sound from outside, but didn't muffle sounds coming from her at all, meaning as far as her hearing was concerned, she was all that existed in the whole world. The kicker is that they also did some crazy science trick so that she wasn't even aware of them in her ears. Hypnosis?
The blindfold wasn't as complicated, but it was just as effective. Somehow, it was able to pretty much turn off her eyes, so she not only couldn't see the outside world, but any images her mind tried to make up wouldn't get through either. And while it was there, because she had a good one, it shut off her sense of smell, too. It kind of fucked me up reading this one... it just went so far. But maybe if she didn't start seeing things, she wouldn't go crazy, stuck in there? At least as fast? I needed solutions before that started mattering. 
Which brings us to the box. I don't know what it's made of– scratch that, I don't know how to pronounce what it's made of, but it's way stronger than painted wood. Not totally sure, but I don't think I could break into that thing with a diamond toothed chainsaw, let alone any tools I could actually get a hold of. They actually, specifically listed it as having "anomalous properties beneficial to its function." Which was keeping Peanut about as autonomous as the fleshlight in my closet. I wasn't getting her out of there with brute force, much as I wanted to. 
Important thing though, there was a key. And since these guys are nuts lemme specify it did allow the box to be opened, freeing the occupant inside. I just didn't have it yet. See, they took a few liberties when they were setting this delivery up for me. I already mentioned how they added a way to immobilize Peanut's tail. Both a part of their policy, apparently. The manual said they put a lot of time into giving customers exactly what they were after. My letter was pretty much asking for a helpless sex toy, so they delivered, I get it. What I don't get– though according to them it's part of the same plan– is how they decided to give me the key to the box. They sent everything else in one package as fast as they could ship it, but the key? They sent that separately, on low priority shipping. 
All part of their satisfaction plan, the manual was very clear saying that. They couldn't offer me an estimate on when the key would get to me, but it was guaranteed to arrive eventually, and once it was in my hands I could do whatever I wanted with it. In my estimation this was bullshit, but it's not like I could file a complaint, and the wheels were already in motion. Until I got that key, Peanut was a box girl. 
Luckily, it was gonna be a lot easier to deal with that thanks to my decision to add some of the "complimentary convenience upgrades" in the second letter. True to their word, my helpless villager was physically altered to be an easier addition to my life. She actually didn't need food. Like, at all. They only gave me the simple version and even that I couldn't figure out, but she wouldn't get hungry, and she didn't need to use the bathroom either. Seems impossible, but that seems to be BLN Tour in a nutshell, and this time I wasn't complaining. 
Also, I wouldn't have to worry about her health, being contorted in there so long. They'd designed the inside of the box to be as ergonomic as possible. Made some adjustments to her body as well, so she wouldn't get too stiff or sore inside. She'd been "purged of all illnesses and ailments" they were equipped to detect... I just assume that means all of them. Even further, I'd only have to clean messes made on her, and I guess she'd shed less than normal too. Listing all this out, it seemed like everything was hopped up on some kind of sci-fi magic. Except the ballgag. That was just a normal ballgag. This company.
As far as critical stuff goes, that's about all of it. Now I knew about some of the important details, at least. But that just cleared the way to the most important detail of all. The actual girl. She was the big unknown I wanted a manual on the most. 
Unfortunately, they had included some suggestions. They were under "Troubleshooting," and all I'll say is, they were not right for what I was hoping to do with her. I felt kinda slimy just reading their list of tips and tricks, it only would have been good if I was actually a psycho looking for expensive pleasures. I guess it was good for something, though, and that was drawing a line for myself. 
What I wanted, was to defuse a very delicate bomb of a situation. To do that, I was willing to act carefully and precisely. But after reading the manual, I was aware that there was a pretty small difference between that, and straight-up manipulation. Frankly, being honest with myself, the biggest difference might be whether it makes me feel bad or not. But I wasn't gonna go down that road if I could help it, and having examples of what definitely was too far? That helped it. I closed the book not feeling good, per say, but I was grounded again for the first time since I opened up my anomalous package. 
Looking around, I saw that it'd gotten closer to midday than morning. I checked on Peanut and she was tipped over again. That probably means sleep. I had to figure out how to approach her now. Wouldn't do to just ignore her anymore. I'd had her for almost a day now, and it was time to introduce myself. I wouldn't want to wake her up for it, though, that'd be rude. So I'd wait until she showed signs of awareness again and then... what? 
If I wasn't gonna talk with her– and I wasn't, not yet– I still wanted to establish a rapport of some kind. Some familiarity that'd let her know I was friendly, and that I was sticking around with her. But that wasn't easy without using your voice. In truth, I couldn't think of a damn thing. How could you communicate with a stranger when you can't be seen or heard? 
I was wondering if I'd have to just give in and have a talk, no matter how badly I incriminated myself, when I had a thought. I was thinking of Peanut as a person... and like yeah, of course she is, I could see that even through all the bondage. But so far as what she could do, she was more helpless than any normal person. In that way, she was closer to a pet, or maybe a baby. And that got me thinking, see, animals in my world didn't speak my language, but we had plenty of ways to communicate with them! I'd actually done something like that last night, when I calmed her down by petting her head. Maybe I could start from there, and build some kind of communication up over time.
Yeah, that seemed right to me somehow. Plus, that way I had already started becoming familiar to her! I was a hand in the darkness that hadn't hurt her or exploited her, just gave her head a pat to try and tell her everything would be okay. I could work with this. So as I watched the time go by, I worked out what I wanted to do, until finally I looked over and saw her stirring. 
First I saw her head shift. It was just a little bit, back and forth no more than an inch, listless. Then, she let out a sleepy sigh from her nose, and a moment after that, she suddenly jerked up a bit. That must have been her remembering where she was, because after that she got really still. I watched her ears perk and swivel, slowly in small bursts. She really couldn't tell that she had plugs in there making everything else silent. But she kept at it with more focus than I thought a valley girl type like her would have, probably a good minute passed of this careful "listening." Then, finally, she relaxed a bit. 
I heard her make a little huff with her breath, maybe she was frustrated she couldn't pick anything up, and then her hands started flexing. She seemed to be testing her bonds, wriggling her wrists as far as she could in every direction. It was very little, in any. She kept at it though, and added some core muscles too. Her bare bottom wriggled and strained as she tried with her legs and body to find any kind of weakness. She was well and truly stuck though, no matter how she pushed, pulled, or twisted, she barely shifted inside, and she always returned to the same exact position, perfectly helpless. Damn BLN did good work. 
As she worked away, I noticed I was getting hard again, and I used that moment to reconfirm she couldn't hear anything... by  giving my knee a good whack with my own fist. Ow, but it took my mind off the show I was getting by observing the squirrel in the box. Maybe I'd think back on it later in bed, but here and now? I had priorities. 
I let her struggle for a good few minutes before I made my move. I got on my knees a step or so in front of her, took a big breath, and blew a gentle puff of wind right at her. I saw when it hit, some of her fluffier fur moved with it, and like I suspected, as soon as that happened she froze again. As she sunk back into her enforced position of submission one last time, I tried to put out of my mind just how powerless she was like that, and approached. 
Standing over her, I blew another breath down, this time directed more at her face than her body. She felt it, even the direction, and looked up sightlessly, waiting. No backing out now. I reminded myself this was the best I'd thought up, and brought down my hand as nonthreateningly as I could. I made contact, resting my palm right on top of the purple crest on her forehead, and she barely flinched this time. Small victory! I let it rest there just as I had when I first tried to soothe her, then with more confidence, I gave her one, two, three gentle pats, then a ruffle and a smoothing. It was still what I'd done before, but I did it now a bit faster, and a bit more firm too. I held my breath and waited. 
Long pause. I could almost see the gears turning in her head as I watched for anything she did, any reaction or communication. My hope was that she'd remember that series of actions, and make the connection that I was the same guy as before. A guy that hadn't hurt her or messed with her against her will, and therefore, maybe a friend. Even I wasn't so sure I was a friend yet, despite my intentions, but damn it, I had to shake off the guilt. What's done is done, and all that.
I snapped back to attention as she moved, looking down for a second. Thinking more? Back up then, though, back at me, and then, tilting her head like a question, "Mgh?" 
It was the same thing as last night! She remembered me! I caught myself moving too fast from relief, but this was the first meaningful connection I'd made with her, and man, I was happy. I calmed my ass down, and continued with my plan. I put my hand back down on her head, petting with the grain, slowly and calmingly. She straightened up as I did, and I repeated the gesture a couple times, then let my palm rest there in her fur. I was letting her know I was there. 
Peanut thought for a moment, then raised her head up, body shifting in the box to stretch, pressing herself into my hand "Mmm..." she hummed, meekly. 
Cutest goddamn thing I'd ever seen. The combined effect of her movement and her tone, it was like she was telling me she was okay with me, that she was accepting my presence. I was so touched by her easy acceptance after all my worrying that some unsteady laughter escaped my throat. It was such a relief to know I wasn't on her bad side, I just couldn't help myself. I think I may've let my hand shake, but I pet her a couple more times and went to pull up my chair. Her gagged questions followed me as soon as I moved away, and it was so good to hear them force past the ball without a trace of fear for what I'd do, I almost cried. Maybe this would work! 
I sat down next to her and put my hand back. She let out a little sigh when I did, and babbled chidingly at me in gag speak, like she was saying "Thank goodness, don't leave like that!" I patted her apologetically, and she replied with an accepting tone. I was really getting through to her, this was great! 
It was my turn, so I decided to go ahead and explore her reactions a bit. I gave her a pet, and then changed up where I put my hand, going from the middle of her head to slightly forward, closer to her brow line. Peanut murmured at me questioningly, but let me do it without complaint. I moved a bit more, almost on top of the brow, and I saw her expression twitch slightly before she shook her head gently and told me off again in her limited language. I took the hint and pulled away, and she stopped immediately and hummed approvingly. I touched her one step back, and she nodded up into my hand again with more approval, which just about gave me diabetes. 
We continued like this for a few minutes, me touching her head in various places, she reacting with affirmatives and negatives. When I got to her chin I was surprised when she pressed her head down against my fingers hard and shook her head back and forth against them, but speaking to me with an almost pleading voice. Asking me to just hold on and let this happen, maybe? I got it a moment later and turned my fingernails up to her so she could scratch herself with my hand. That got a very good noise, and I had to scowl down at my pants as I helped her ease the itch that had apparently been dwelling there. Eventually she stopped pressing and let out a long sigh of contentment, letting her cheek sink down and rest against my hand. Man, it was still wrong, but I remembered why I chose her now. 
Pulling back my hand, the pink squirrel raised her head again and waited passively. I could see her getting more comfortable with me now. Before she had tuned her every sense to try and track me, and the moment I'd walked away she had been trying to reach out. Now that I had lingered awhile, her ears were slackened and she only turned her head slightly in my direction, not craning her neck like before. Peanut accepted that I wasn't bad, at least that's what it looked like. 
Mainly, that was what I had been hoping to accomplish here, so now I sat back a moment and considered what to do next. Feeling more at ease with my new charge had me giddy, so feeling silly and always having wanted to, I reached out a finger and booped her right on the nose! She reacted with surprise at first, reeling back the small amount she could, then, looking back in my direction, gave me a small chuckle and a shake of her head. Laughter! I ruffled her head crest and smoothed it back down, which was becoming a regular phrase in my touch-based language. 
I had now explored everything reasonably safe, though. I glanced down at her mound for the thirtieth time or something and decided that I would leave the front side of the box for later. Actually, there was one last area existed on top... or two. I redirected my gaze to the two small paws sticking out of the forward corners of the upper side. Of course I had been seeing them until now, but really, there was so little Peanut had been able to do with them, I'd forgotten about them. But they were there as much as her head and her ass, and heck, maybe giving her a little control over the situation would make her happy. 
They were resting in slack fists right now, and had stayed that way most of my time watching her. In proportion with the world she came from, they were small hands, so small I could close my own around hers and engulf it completely. I eased just one of my fingers on top of her little digits, to give her the chance to touch me for a change. "Mh!" she exclaimed as she felt my presence there, and her fist unfurled. The outside of her paw had been covered in fur, but the inside had patches of bare skin, like the ever coveted beans on a cat. Instead of nails, she had tapered little claws that might've been good for climbing trees like a normal squirrel, in another life. I didn't have much time to take this in though, as she quickly took hold of my offered digit, clearly inspecting it with great interest. 
While her hands resembled paws, I could see now that they were similar to mine in dexterity. She carefully pushed my finger around, which I obliged with my own movement. Feeling my joints and calluses, probably enjoying having something to do with her hand for once. I had been only touching her with one hand at a time so far, but I saw this as a good opportunity and gave her my other one too, so that each of her hands had one of mine. When she slowed down examining them, I gently grabbed hers, totally swallowing them up like I'd thought I could. Peanut let out what I could only hear as a gagged "woah..." when I did it, maybe getting a better idea of how big I was. That got a chuckle out of me, not that she could hear it, and I held her hand between my fingertips and thumb, and daintily shook it as if to say hello proper. She giggled and took hold of a finger as she understood, returning the gesture. 
I was feeling good, and thought it was about time to take a break, but Peanut had another idea. As we shook hands, she looked down in thought partway through, and when I tried to take my finger back she held on firmly, and looked back up. "Mghm? Mh gn phm un?" She questioned me with her voice, and she was clearly trying to say something, but she left her real meaning up to her free hand, which pointed as far back as it could at her own face. She paused in her asking, then another thought seemed to occur to her and she added an "mmn," with the same commanding tone you'd use for "look" or "watch."  
The ball that had been so effectively sealing her mouth shifted slightly. She grunted in concentration, then opened her mouth slightly wider and pushed on the silicone orb from behind, with her tongue. It was affixed well enough that she could never hope to free herself of it, but she already knew that. This was a demonstration. She mumbled a question up at me again, maybe asking if I saw what she meant, and obviously I did. She was asking if I could get that thing out of her mouth, since I'd shown I was free to touch her head all over with my big meaty hands. I'd been afraid of this. 
Bottom line, I wasn't sure if I was ready to let her talk. The ears were a nice handicap that meant I could keep things vague still, even if she could speak, but emotionally, I had just recovered from my stress trying to get on the right foot with her, and it was still a little scary. But now she'd asked it, clear as she could, and I did owe her some kind of response. I admitted to myself it would be stranger to ignore her now than to at least let her know I was aware, and took a calming breath. At the very least, I could give her a show to make it clear I knew about her problem.
I took her head in both my hands, holding her by her fluffy cheeks. The girl let out a surprised squeak, but quickly relaxed and made affirmative noises to push me along. At this point I was feeling my kinks getting fulfilled and I couldn't help but get off a bit. I did my best to ignore that part of my head though, as I gave her gagged mouth an earnest examination. I turned her head this way and that, looking at the straps. I tried to fit a finger under it, but it was too tight and didn't seem productive. I held the back of her head and pushed the ball deeper into her mouth– that one got a bit of choked protest, but I couldn't help myself. Finally, I pushed her face down and looked back at the clasp. 
I could release her from this much at any time. The clasp wasn't a locking affair, just a high quality tongue and hole fixture, like the belt I wore with my work pants. Thankfully, Peanut didn't know that. I felt a bit cruel doing it, but I made an effort of fiddling with the thing ineffectually against her plushy, patterned fur, and then I withdrew, leaving her gagged. I put one hand on her cheek over the strap on that side, and the other on top of her head in a comforting touch. No, I was saying to her, I couldn't remove it, but I saw the problem. She let out a disappointed moan, but I could tell she hadn't been sure I could free her anyway, and I knew for sure when she leaned into my hand on her cheek companionably. As if to tell me it was okay, and thanks for trying. 
After that, I didn't have the heart to stay with her for much longer. We enjoyed the moment, my hands on her, her leaning into me, but even after all this, I still needed to keep my house running. So I pulled away, gave her three pats on the head and a ruffle, my idea of hello and goodbye, and I went about my business for the day. For a minute I could hear her in the living room, calling out to me, but it didn't last long and I think she had picked up on my intent with the greeting touch. 
So I did my daily chores. They're not really interesting enough to cover. I did dishes, cleaned some floors, took a drive to the store for some stuff, normal things. It felt surreal though, because unlike every other day I'd done this routine, I had a tied up furry from another world waiting for me when I got done. Every time I entered my living room, she was there. I tried not to disturb her if I could help it, but sometimes she sensed me and called out, and I'd come over and give her a little head rub, just to say hey, yeah I'm here, you're still safe. She seemed to like it, and towards the end of the day she was getting good at telling when I walked by. It was kind of a game I guess.
Night was falling again when I finally sat back down with her. I thought maybe I should get that cardboard box out from under her, so I greeted her again and she greeted me back. I rested on her head with one hand, and pushed against one side of the box with the other, shifting her a bit. Peanut exclaimed in alarm at being moved so much, though quietly, but I let the box back down and kept my hand on her head. I gave her a moment to process what just happened, then I did it again. This time she wasn't alarmed so much as unsteady sounding, making it clear she wasn't fond of being totally at my mercy here. But she wasn't shaking my hand off, and she didn't sound angry, so I gave her a pat, got behind her, and lifted the whole box off the ground.
Peanut wasn't actually much of a problem to carry. Her body made the whole thing a bit top heavy, but since she was secured so well inside there wasn't really any wobble as she shifted around. She continued expressing her discomfort being lugged around like cargo, but I was strong enough to make it quick and painless, so she never had to get too indignant. I took the cut cardboard out to my recycling bin, making sure there were no incriminating marks as I went, and that was that. 
I went back in and gave her a good petting to thank her for putting up with being carried. She grumbled a bit, but I think it was play acting, because when I paused in my petting she pressed her head up at me so I'd continue. I found out that animal people like getting scratched behind their ears too, and I slid her across the floor this time to put her next to the sofa. I watched some TV like that, occasionally giving her some pets, and for the most part she seemed content. When I was ready to head back to bed, I did another little investigation on her gag, just to show her I was still thinking about it. She seemed sad but appreciative when I patted her goodbye, and I started to move away when a little glint caught my eye. 
Turned out the light had bounced just right to catch my attention to a development that would follow me up the stairs and into my bed. Down between her legs, a little drop of moisture had beaded up on the seam of Peanut's vulva. It glimmered like a little jewel, tiny and almost perfectly round. Felt like it hypnotized me, 'cuz when I finally looked up the clock had gone a couple minutes into the future. I wasn't acting on it, but this girl was appealing to me all right. And it looked like something in that evening had been appealing to her. With that on my mind, and my first day living with my kidnapped villager done, I went to sleep.