A girl is packed into a box for shipping, all tightly restrained and plugged. But unlike most cargoes, she has luxurious, priority shipping. She's a high-quality captive, trained to bascially be the owner's wife. Someone like that doesn't deserve to languish in captivity for long. Plus, she's a little claustrophobic. So they send her off, ready to arrive at her new owner's doorstep in a week.

Five months later, a package shows up at the steps of the buyer's mansion.
>'The fuck is this? Looks ancient.'
>'I think it's your new girlfriend, boss. The one you ordered five months ago.'
>'Jesus, it's been around a lot of countries. And it looks like other people decided to get a bit of use out of it.'
>'She's looking a little... pale, boss. And worse for wear.'
>Well, I can't use it now. I've got another one. Disgraceful that they'd send me one in a condition like this. What are we going to do with it now?'
> Well, there was that new gloryhole you had built. She could... go in there, after a bit of time to rest.'
>'Great idea! No time to waste. It's already all encased for the job. Go seal it in there and we'll call it a day. Not like it'll be useful for anything else.'
>'... if you say so boss.'