Pink Pussycat: Boxed In Part 2 (Patreon)

“Alright there Fred? A Carrier from Metro Store walked up to the truck as it entered the warehouse. “Last delivery of the day?”

“Yeah Steve.” Fred got out the truck and walked with his co-worker to the back of the truck. “Its was that Mr Roger fellow, you know that lively Texan guy from a few weeks ago?”

“Christ, how could I forget?” Steve helped Fred open the back of the truck's doors. “You don't get characters like that come here often, almost like those super villains you see on the news. So, this was what he was yapping about?”

“Yeah that machinery of his.” Fred wheeled out the large wooden crate on a trolley, unaware of its contents or able to hear the orgasmic moans inside, before lowering it to the ground using the truck lift. “You can bet he went on about how much it meant to him when I picked it up.”

“Really?” Steve laughed as he used a large stamp to print the reference number on top of the box. “Oh well, I'll just put his baby away and we can head for the bar.”

“Nah, I'll do it.” Fred offered. “You got on ahead, I'll put this crate somewhere safe!”

“Look at you.” Steve looked surprised. “Can't remember the last time you offered to take care of the last crate of the day!”

“I know I know.” Fred took out a couple of notes from his pocket, handing some of his extra money to Steve. “Guess I'm in a good mood. Here, I'll clock you out and you get started on the drinks. Feel like a long Friday night out.”

“Man, what did you do with the real Fred?” joked Steve as he started to leave.

“Shut the fuck up!” Fred laughed back as he wheeled the crate onto a forklift, lifted the crate up slightly in the air and began to drive down the long street of crates and boxes all lined up and stored for various customers. “Right, let's find you somewhere deep and safe to put you like I was paid for!” Fred drove for a good five minutes past the many wooden crates and boxes the warehouse had stored. The company's reputation rang true, anything you wanted stored or even hidden would take months for a person to find unless you had the reference number to enter on the computer database to find exactly what you came to find or steal. Some super villains knew this too well, able to various things like stolen goods, contraptions to use against heroines and the sort. Only Max had thought of the idea to hide an actual heroine in this place. While the company employees would sometimes ask questions about a crate's contents, if the customer had the right amount to keep them quiet, it was easy to have staff ask no questions.

“This oughta do!” Fred spotted an opening in a line of crates that had yet to stacked. Using the forklift's controls, he placed the crate into the opening, on top of one crate and behind another. “Yeah, once we get some more crates in Monday, I'll stack them around and on top of ya, keep you niiice and buried like Mr Rogers requested!”

Once the crate was secure in its new home for the next month, Fred stamped a second reference number on the side of the crate, before getting out his company tablet and looking up at the location sign hanging from the ceiling.

“Let's see.....E Block Lane Six Row five!” he typed the along with the reference number so he and staff would know where to find the crate in a month's time. “Done. Weekend here I come!”

Fred drove back the way he came faster than he did before now that the precious cargo had been dispatched. For him, it would be like any other long Friday night to party and weekend to sleep off the hangover, all unaware of the superheroine he left in her entrapment, unable to be found by anyone.

As the night and weekend staff started their shifts, many walked and drove past by the crate none the wiser. It was just like a normal crate to everyone, making no sounds or anything to give away its contents. The inside however, was a much different story.

Kaitlin remained in the same position as before Max put the lid of the crate, her mind had already lost track of the kittygasms that erupted from her womanhood like an active volcano, spewing her own hot lava. Her sweating body struggled wildly with each orgasm building inside by her restraints kept was little movement she had limited to merely moving her torso up slightly and wiggling her fingers and toes to try hold in an orgasm, but it would always come. Her lactating breasts would now bounce with every breath she made, nevermind her struggling. Her tasty milk sprayed upwards into the hard sucking suction cups and into the compartment that kept her milk fresh and returned it to her into her mouth, a perfect recycling method. Her now giant bust felt so sensitive that she even felt the slightest sweat drop roll down her orbs and give her pleasure. Was this how it felt to have Ms. Metrobay's legendary bust? Mind you, she now probably upstaged her friend and colleague's prized twins in size.

“TOO.....MUCH.....” Kaitlin thought as her mouth and nose kept a rhythm of sucking the dildo in her mouth for food and breathing though her nose for air. “Please stop....please stop!!! Kittyhole....too....naughty....”

While it was true Kaitlin's arousal was about as infamous as her friend's bust, Max had left out a few details. The dildo into her kittyhole had another feature, spraying a powerful lubricate inside of pussy walls. A small amount of the lube would only give out orgasms for an evening's sex but a constant month's supply? It would make the vagina near forever horny, as much as the most bimbo-ish of women. The supply of air was also a special gas entering her nose that would heighten her body's sensitivity, only fuelling her forced arousal more. Much like the lubricate, it would have lasting effects if supplied for a whole month. Max left those details out on purpose, knowing it would be more fun if his Pussycat would question if her body was always this slutty and sinful.

Eventually, Kaitlin stopped her struggling. Her body had become too worn out to put up any more of a fight. All she could do was lay there and orgasm till her friends came to the rescue. It was so hard to tell how much time had past. Had it been minutes? Hours? A day even? With her kittyhole cumming so much, it was very hard to focus on anything else with each orgasmic rush numbing her head with pleasure. Not even one of her Adonis fantasies could be dreamt up, there was that feeling of fear with her forced pleasure. What if there was a malfunction with the device? What if Max was thrown in jail during her month? What if Max won? She knew if that happened, her identity would be revealed to all once let out. Everything thrown into chaos over the reveal she was Pink Pussycat. She did not feel like any heroine in bondage, she felt more like a ordinary powerless damsel in distress, the very people she was meant to be saving.

“T-Tabby....” Kaitlin thought. “You....begged...me.....not.......aaarrrrgggghhh!”

What Kaitlin was referring to was earlier in the day, the anniversary of when she took Tabitha in from the streets to live with her. Her sidekick in crime fighting was always so thankful for that day and always organized a night off for the two to have a girly night in. At first, Kaitlin insisted that Tabby didn't have to put up this much fuss but as the years when up, she warmed to the tradition, enjoying a few drinks, watching a movie together, even exchanging gifts to one another. This year however as the two settled into this year's movie choice, Kaitlin got an alert from the Cat Computer that something was amiss in the city. Her friend had a strange feeling this would be a bad call out, wanting to go with her mentor to check it out, but Kaitlin reassured Tabby she could take care of it, she wanted her best friend to enjoy her night, she knew it was so important to Tabitha. She was certain she would be back in time to catch the film's ending and chitchat about it when she returned. She know most villains did their plans early in the week from the regular patterns she picked up from years of crime fighting, not to mention she heard Max was out-of-town, so of course she got caught in overconfidence. The last image she saw of her best friend was her trying to sit and watch the movie, but unable to shake off the bad feeling and concern on her face.

“I'm.....sorry....Tabby....”Kaitlin thought to herself. “Everyone....I let you...down....I'm just.....”

“A horny slut.”

“Wha...?” Kaitlin heard a voice in her ears.

“You long for your master Max, deep down you want to be his horny sex pet!” the seductive female voice continued. “You hunger for his cock to suck with those plush puffy lips of yours, you hunger for Master Max's yummy cummy! Deep down you love cock, but only Master Max's is the most divine! Having his big hands grab those huge titties of yours, squeezing and playing with them makes you so aroused, you feel like his property, you want to be owned, you wanna put his hard cock in your cleavage to titty fuck him till he erupts! To have that round ass of yours spanked, master cock sandwiched in-between those sweet cheeks, to twerk that ass to get his attention, to ride his cock, its the greatest feeling ever! And that pussy, oh that pleasure pot of desires! So hot and wet thinking of Master, you fap whenever Master is not around you big pervert you, stuffing it with fingers as deep as you can but it can't compete with a big juicy cock! Getting so deep inside, rubbing every inch of your inner fuck hole, longing for his steaming hot seed to fill your pussy and erupt like a volcano with your own slut nectar as his grants your hunger to stuff that pussy with cock and cum! Master Max makes you happy, Master Max makes you horny, you do anything for him because he'll do every thing to you! Feels good to feel sexy, feels great to be aroused all the time, feels amazing being Max's Sex Pet, purr!”

“NO...” Kaitlin protested against the recording in her ears. “I'M....A...SUP...ER.....HEROINE.....I'M....NOT.....”

“Slut! Horny! Aroused! Cocksucker! Pet! Property! Max! Plaything! Fuckdoll! Toy! Pervert! Fapper! Cum Dumpster! Holes Filled! Master!”

“MMMMRRRRRPPPPPHHHH!” The bound heroine moaned against her cock gag as her body rocked with a powerful orgasm, she was surprised she even had that much energy left.

As the hours continued, so did the stronger kittygasms and the audio in her ears, both on a loop. If she could her from outside the noise cancelling headphones, she would hear her lips making louder sucking sounds and her kittyhole louder wet sounds. Despite her infamous sinful arousal still being up for the pleasure challenge, her mind was not. She was dead tired, exhausted at this point. So much so, focusing was becoming much harder, her eyes so sleepy, she was in the void of being awake and fast asleep.

“Can't......sleep......” she tried and tried to motivate herself to stay awake. If she felt asleep, that recording would just flood her sleepy mind while she slept, with no guarantee she'll even fully wake up. Being in that darkness, stuck in a dream state , no idea if she was even awake or aware.

“If this...keeps.....up....my mind.....will....be.....like...a...bim.....bim....” she muttered in her head before her eyes finally gave in and closed. Her body running on instinct sucking on the cock gag for food, lactating from her milk tanks, cumming so often. All while the recording continued to invade her mind with thoughts Max would love her to think. Her thoughts soon purring to those ideals against her inner judgement.

One day down, twenty nine to go....

End of Part 2