chapter 8

The cramp in his neck was the first thing Ace noticed as consciousness returned. Opening his eyes yielded little to explain his situation. As more senses returned he could feel cramps throughout his back and legs. On all sides he was pinned in by flat walls. Blinking rapidly his eyes slowly brought in trace amounts of light. He was encased in a small box. He was positioned in a way that he was hunched forward, face almost pressing into the front of the box, and legs stuck in a squat, his ass resting on the ground. His rage from before was still unsated. He began to throw his arms out widely in quick jabs to break the wood of the box, but it only made him sore, as the box was likely reinforced.

Next ace tried rocking back and forth, possibly to get the box to fall over and give him leverage to kick his way out. This too proved ineffective after dozens of attempts. After exhausting everything and every motion he could make in an attempt to break free, Ace let out a inhuman roar of frustration and enmity. He slumped forward in defeat and wallowed in defeat. He wondered what his girlfriend was doing right now. If she had moved on and had forgotten all about him. He wondered if anyone was looking for him.

An indeterminable amount of time passed before Ace’s now more attuned sense of hearing revealed vibrations through the floor headed towards him. A series of clicks and a slide from above his head were then heard. In front of him a small slit in the box fell forward, the combination of blinding light and scent of blackberry perfume overwhelmed Ace. The open slot was positioned near where Ace’s mouth was located and from outside he heard the voice of his tormentor.

“Are you ready to be a good boy yet?” came Jamie’s voice from outside the box.

“Are you ready to let me go and get on with my life?”

“You’re the goddess plaything baby, you can go when I’m finished with you”

“Piss off”

“Have it your way then”

The light from the slit of the box’s hole was the extinguished and replaced fleshy adipose cheeks, the crack of which was centered on the hole of the box. Without warning a massive wave of gas was expelled, the noxious fumes gagging Ace. He choked and his eyes nearly watered. “That was maybe a bit too cruel of me” came Jamie’s voice which sounded genuinely apologetic. “But you have been so frustrated. I think I just need to give you some time to think about things.”

The box was once again locked up, and what could have been hours or days continued. The time wore away at Ace’s mind as despair and desperation began to take hold. Left alone with only negative thoughts, constantly being reinforced drove him to the brink of madness. The lack of sensory information was worse than any beating she could have given him. He could hear his heart beating and it begged for him to be let out. Just as he was about to break down the box’s slit was opened.

“Had time to think it over hun?”

“Yes” was all Ace could muster in a defeated tone.

“Then make me cum baby” After having said this Ace heard a thud on top of the box where Jamie was now resting her sagging gut. Pushed up into the slot of the box was Jamie’s thick fupa and glistening pussy. “Make me CUM Ace!” She pleaded.

The musk of her womanhood engulfed his senses. Drunk on endorphins Ace plunged face first into the fleshy mound, his tongue penetrating deep between the inflated lips. Flicking, thrusting, twisting, and licking, her attacked her clit as Jamie moaned in pleasure and shook. The shaking of her trunk like thighs could be felt and heard through the box, but Ace was now in a trance-like state and only cared about tasting the sweet plump pussy. He pushed harder, his whole mouth buried in the mass of her crotch, his face sticky with her fluids. He moved his tongue in ways he previously thought impossible as a deep shudder and moan gushed from Jamie. He wasn’t satisfied though, He needed more. Before he could continue his assault she pulled away. With two quick clicks the box fell open, and Ace fell with it.

He tumbled onto the floor and looked up at Jamie. She gazed down on him in post orgasmic bliss. “That’s a start, but I’ve got to make sure you stay a good boy.”