Pink Pussycat: Boxed In Part One (Patreon)

“Mmm, let me dream of Adonis just a little longer...”

“As much as I could listen to your sinful moans all day long, I've got a schedule to keep Pussycat!”

“Wha....”

The feline superheroine known as Pink Pussycat opened her eyes, frowning as the ceiling lights stung her eyes a bit. Her mind just a moment ago being filled with sweet dreams of chasing or being chased by her sweet Adonis in a field of flowers before getting up to less innocent acts in said field, the cogs in her head nowstarted to forcefully switch back as she returned to reality.

“Wh-where am I?” the heroine asked as she yawned. The white ceiling she looked up at was certainly not her bedroom nor a roof she recognized. What was familiar however was the male head moving into her field of vision. 

“You'll have plenty of time to dream later my napping Pussycat!” the man grinned at her. “But much differently than what you're used to I assure you!”

“Max Indeks!” Pussycat hissed at her many times captor. Her kitty instincts wanted to raise her arms up to push in away before she found herself unable to. “You fiend! What do have planned this ti...”

Before she could finish, Pink Pussycat looked to her left and right. The room seemed very empty, with only her and Max and whatever she was laid down on. Looking down the best she could, she was on some kind large futuristic stretcher with her lower arms and lower legs housed in compartments on the stretcher that kept her bound. Her body already completely naked with only her mask kept on her face, not a Kitty Collar, Cat Ears, or even her boots or gloves on her body. To her, something was off about this encounter.

“Hey, don't you usually have some kind of perverted theme, machinery or such to do all sorts to me, and hench people to try and tame me?” Pussycat felt confused and worried, not knowing what Max's game was this time from the off go. 

“Normally yes.” Max stood up and started walking around the bound heroine. “And do you know what happens every single time while I play with you or put you through a big sexy set up to humiliated and tame you as my pet? Either you or one of her slutyheroines friends find something I overlooked to escape or one of your friends finds us to rescue you. After many attempts at this, I realize that, despite how fun our encounters with one another are, they are always missing one thing, results in my favour! Just when I think I've got you, you escape my clutches every single time, always going back to square one in my goal of making you my tamed and obedient sex pet!”

“That's because vile monsters like yourself never win!” Pussycat struggled against her restraints. “No matter what sick plans you have for me, my friends will always know who first to investigate! Good and justice always wins!”

“And that's exactly the point.” Indeks stoked a finger down his captive’s tummy. “All the time taken to do whatever I want with you, all the crazy shenanigans out in the open, all the fools I have working for me that slip up as soon as another heroine shows up! I'm nowhere close to making you mine if I continue these failures, which is where this plan comes into play. Turn your attention to the device you're strapped onto.”

“What about it?” our heroine looked down at her body again. 

“Its a special kind of device I designed myself in secret.” Her captor explained. “Only you and I know its existence, right after I wiped the lab boys' minds once it was completed and tested on a few test subjects that are now my loyal slaves.”

“So another device made to try and tame me by teasing my kitty hole?” Pussycat guessed. 

“That's merely one of its functions yes.” Max continued on as a long dildo attached to a hose appeared out of a compartment between the bound heroine's legs.  “But I'm not talking about for a few hours or evening. No, this machine's purpose to to tame you and keep you alive for a whole month!”

“A month?!?” Pussycat's eyes widened as she realized her predicament. “You're insane Indeks! You can't possible expect me to remain in this contraption for a month, my friends will....AHHH!”

The cat heroine moans as the long bumpy dildo was inserted into her wet kittyhole with ease.

“And thats the beauty of only me knowing about all this!” the perverted millionaire continued setting up, placing a tiny rubber suction tube on the heroine's exposed harden clit as well as another tiny tube into another hole. “Far as anyone is aware, I'm currently abroad on a business meeting. Its easy to manipulate my private jet pilot and a few businessmen to convince them they were in a meeting with me and flew me there and back through hypnotic suggestion. They make such good witnesses too!”

“Convince who...ever you want....my friends will...STIIILLLLLL.....” The bound feline yelled as what felt like a huge buttplug entered her tail hole.

“There, that should take care of you down there so master doesnt have to “let you out for the call of nature”, haha.” Max turned his attention back to his captive's face. 

“Ahhhh, that's...sick Max...” blushed Pussycat. “Release me now or....ohh, what's happening?”

“Yup, right on time!” Indeks looked at his watch as our heroine felt a burning sensation on her chest. “Showtime!”

The feline heroine's heart raced as her breasts started to feel funny, as if someone was squeezing and stretching them forward but without any perverted groping hands latched to them. To Pussycat's horror, her twins started to swell up in size, just from her already irresistible bust to at least two cup sizes bigger. What little view she had down her body from in-between her breasts was now blocked by boob. 

“Fluffles!” the Heroine moaned. “My full grown house cats are now full grown lionesses! Ahhh!”

Pussycat moaned as her captor pinched one of her rock hard nipples, her eyes in shock as a sprinkle of milk came out of it. 

“Would you look at that, these milk cannons have all the milk a kitty like you could crave!” Max licked his fingers clean of the pussycat milk. “But they're much more than for show, they're also for your survival.”

“Survival? You don't mean...” As soon as she asked, Max pulled out two suction cups from the machine, the vacuum of air from each one latching onto a breast. “Ooooh, wish I....never asked!”

The cups sucked hard on the bound heroine's breasts, the sensation of her breasts being milked burning in her nipples at first soon became almost pleasurable now with her enlarged twins feeling more sensitive than before.  

“As you'll be milked, the machine will store your milky goodness while feeding it back to your regularly, along with a month's supply of a sort of gooey substance with the necessary minerals and such to both keep you alive and keep you lactating! “ Max explained. “Not the most tastiest stuff, which is why I added your milk to the routine.”

“Ahhhh, Max....d-don't do this!” the heroine pleaded, feeling more and more that no one was coming to save her. “T-They'll find me! N-no matter where you hide me, my friends will know where to look!”

“Which is why you won't be hidden in any property I own!” Max continued. “Once you're all set up, you'll be placed inside a crate where you'll be shipped to a warehouse for storage till I come pick you up! You see Pink Pussycat, I'm taking no chances this time around! You'll be trapped inside that machine in a huge warehouse where even if your super pals found out where you were, it would take them months locating the very crate you're in!”

“N-No!” Pussycat moaned in fear, struggling again to get out, but her restraints had her sealed in tight. “Let me out Max! You can't get away with this!!!”

“Sssshhh.” Max hushed his captive while placing patches on other parts of the heroine's body to monitor things like her pulse and heart beat. “Struggle all you want, it won't last while the machine works its magic on you. After awhile, you'll lose all track of time as you drift in and out of a sleep state while the machine will mold you like putty in my hands into the purrfect loyal sex pet I've waited so long for. Your resistance will clam soon enough, then you'll just let the machine change you forever!”

“N-Never!” Pussycat protested. “I am nobody's pet, let alone yours you filthy animal!”

As mask fastened a metal collar bolted to the machine around Pussycat's neak, the heroine's head movement was limited to just looking straight up. The blinking ceiling blinding her vision was soon replaced with what looked like a full facial mask. No holes, just what looked like a dildo that would go in her mouth and two tiny plastic tubes for her nostrils.

“Open wide.” instructed Max. “The dildo will be your feeding tube for the next month! Plenty of practice for your future blowjob duties!”

As Mask lowered the mask onto Pussycat's face, everything was started to look dark for our heroine. As a final act of resistance, the feline hero kept her mouth closed as hard as she could to ensure any kind of delay would increase her chances of rescue.

“No behaving? Alight then.” Max placed his hand under the mask and onto his captive's face. Unable to see her face from this angle, he grabbed and took off the one thing that was always taboo in their relationship. 

“NO!” Pussycat yelled. “NOT MY MASK...GULP!” With her mouth open, Max quickly lowed the machine's mask down the rest of the way, forcing the rubber feeding dildo into Pussycat's mouth and the breathing tubes into her nostrils. “Mrrph mrrph!”

Now our heroine was blinded by complete darkness as well as deafen as the mask cancelling out any sound from the outside world. With only the taste of rubber in her mouth, the dildo soon sprung to life by starting its first food cycle, forcing the gooey paste Max mentioned before. As bitter as it tasted, she had no choice but to swallow in big gulps to avoid her mouth filling up. Max meanwhile watched, seeing the heroine's body react to her new food routine and that she was swallowing and taking deep breaths just fine. 

“Good kitty.” Max patted his bound captive on the tummy while looking at the very Pink Pussycat mask he took from her. “Of all the little souvenirs from your costume I've acquired over the years, this has to be the first time I've snagged your mask! Not that you'll need it any more, you will be a completely new woman in a month's time, not just the changed mindset but also whoever you were under that mask! Goodbye Pink Pussycat, hello new life!”  

With the press of a button, the machine started another routine. The long bumpy dildo inside of Pink Pussycat's pussy came to life with hard vibrations and motioning back and forth to simulate sex, moving in and slightly less in like a fuck machine. 

“MRRRPPPHHH, MRRRPPHHH, MMMMMMRRRRPPPPHHHH!!!!” The trapped heroine moaned, already brought to her first kittygasm. Having her fair share of vibration dildos both from wicked villains and for her own self pleasure, she could already tell this dildo was in the top three for sure, not good in this predicament.

“As if I wouldnt leave your cell mate on to keep you company!” Max laughed at the herone's shameful first orgasm of the thousands she would have. “Not much time to watch you struggle sadly. The carrier guy will be here soon.”

A final click of a few buttons and a metal lid closed on the machine hiding Pink Pussycat. From the outside, it just looked like some kind of large machinery you'd see in the background of sci-fi shows, nothing about it gave away the fact a person was inside, it even sound proofed the loud moans inside the machine. Satisfied with the progress thus far, Max wheeled the machinery to the large wooden crate he would begin to construct around it, filled up with packing pellets, then finish up to send his future sex slave on her way. 

“Hey there, are you Mr Rogers?” a carrier man walked into the room much later on once the shutter in the room opened. 

“Why yes I certainly am!” Max put on his best fake Texan voice while wearing a disguise mask to hide who he was. 

“So this is the crate then?” the carrier looked at the crate, unaware a superheroine was trapped inside.   

“Yes indeed!” Max continued. “My pride and joy this here machine is! Spend many long years developing this here device, she's my pride and joy! Gonna change the world for a lot of poorly children is it!”

“Okay then, and you paid for a month's storage fees?” the carrier carefully placed the crate on a trolley.

“That's right, gonna be outta town for a month ya see.” Max continued to lie through his teeth. “Visiting the folks back home and the wife, well she don't like my machine taking up so much space ya see!”

“No problem Mr Rogers, at Metro Store, we pride ourselves with excellent customer service and ensuring our customers we have all the space in the world in our five mile warehouse!” the carrier loaded the crate into his truck outside. “We'll take good care of your contents till you get back!”

“Thank ya good sir!” Max handed the carrier an extra roll of cash. “Here's a little tip to ensure you keep her far and hidden in ya here warehouse, no questions asked!”

“Yes sir!” the carrier smiled with joy at his extra payday as he got in his truck. “Thanks again, and see you in a month!”

Max watched the truck drive away as he breathed a sigh of relief that he could stop the fake accent that was hurting his throat. He felt almost a bit nervous, leaving the very woman in the hands of unsuspecting warehouse carriers gave Max a few butterflies in his stomach, but the mad man reminded himself of all the successful tests the machine had passed and the plenty supply of oxygen tanks, goo substance and never ending supply of milk his precious Pink Pussycat would receive, along with the tons of orgasms she would experience to make even thinking become so hard, as well as the hypnotic audio that would soon play in her ears on a loop to condition her into the perfect pet. 

“Its going to be one long month.” Max grinned, closing the shutters to be alone with a wicked villain laugh.

End of Part One