Sidsta1
03-05-2007, 12:22 AM
Sorry for the delay, anyone still following this? coming to a conclusion soon. Ideas for a new story welcome. Enjoy.
Mark awoke to the sounds of girls around him. His eyes slowly adjusted as he realised where he was. His body lay immobile with his mind racing with thoughts of being discarded. The girls around him heaved his prison out into the sunlight as he caught
“Didn’t think she would get a replacement so soon”
“Nor me”
“Why did she want this one now?”
“Perhaps it’s a like for like thing”
“Maybe”
“Lets just get it there is it?”
“My heads sore”
Mark heard limited comments about what was going on, but felt relieved he would soon be in Vikki’s company again. She’s bound to let me out now he thought as he was bumped upwards onto the lorry, the girls completely ignoring him in his confines. He looked up at the struggling faces and breasts of Amy and a girl he didn’t recognise as they shoved him into place. Their beautiful legs and bums were displayed above him as they moved around him. With a little effort he was soon on the lorry, this time without the rain and a plastic cover. The engine started and the world above whizzed by once more. Mark recognised the trees lining the garage forecourt as they pulled to a stop. Great I’ll be out soon he thought as the lorry bounced as the girls climbed on. He looked up through his cushion gap to see the girls gathering to lift the couch off. There was a slide, Bump and a shove as he was quickly abandoned in the garage where it all started. Mark couldn’t wait to get out, to move again. To be seen as a person. He lay there looking up at the ceiling waiting for the minutes to pass. Where is she? He thought.
It wasn’t long until mark heard a car pull up to the drive and he recognised the sound of Vikki’s hatchback. The garage door slid up to reveal Vikki carrying something as she entered. Mark watched her turn, and then shut the garage door. He tried to call out to her to plead for his release but to no avail. He hated his current state. He felt reduced to nothing. Mark looked up through the cushion gap as he heard
“Long time no see” as she bent down by him. She is finally letting me out he thought. His heart lifted and then he heard the word
“REPAIR” and a cold shiver ran through him. She can’t be serious he though, after what I have been through. He quickly found out that she was serious as she laid out her cruel plan. The top section was released and his vision widened. He looked up from his cocoon to her busy form as she revealed some pieces of timber with some saggy material around it. What the hell is going on? Mark thought, as his catatonic form gave in to her every whim. He was pushed and prodded lifted then dropped. She lowered her face to his in conversation to drive home the power she held over him. The foam around him loosened then tightened as adjustments were made to his confines. For what seemed an eternity, his mind raced with fury and anger and he didn’t pay attention to what was going on above him. He caught glimpses of a silver barrel and some framework approaching but was too concerned with not being freed. He gathered his senses long enough to hear her say, “If you want out then just say so.” Mark darted his eyes around in a feeble communication, as she matter of fact like, pushed the top over him concealing him inside and then fixed it into place. Marks view was different to before. He felt higher up in the couch. What had she done? In his dazed anger he tried to get a grip on the situation. There was no foam around him and the material above him drooped onto his foam cocoon and upper torso as he lay beneath the cloth. The cushions were was gone and Mark was a little confused as to what she was doing. He felt the material lift a little. Light then pierced the material as little holes were punched from above. The material dropped and his vision was now much clearer as he gazed up through little holes in the fabric. Mark watched Vikki drag something towards him from his knee height position, and then she disappeared from view. He heard her mutter “Need to know when its full” as his vision was cut out by a finger and thumb pressing over his eyes. Full? What is she doing? Mark thought as he heard a low humming sound beneath him.
“Can you feel it yet?” Asked Vikki as Mark felt a cold wet liquid seeping into his foam cocoon underneath him and started to rise around him. Mark felt a blind panic as a cold fluid climbed and bubbled up to the sides of his body. He could hear the low hiss of the bubbling liquid as it filled in around him. He wondered what was planned for him as he noticed the fluid filling up around his body. Vikki’s fingers blocked his vision as he was consumed in a soft gooey liquid and he started to wonder if he would suffocate in this predicament. Dampness seeped around his face and over his body as the liquid flowed until he was soaked in the thick cool substance. The fingers released and mark shut his eyes as the liquid filled in his eye space. Fear was keeping him alert at this point as he waited for what was next. His breathing has stopped for a while but had now returned. What the hell is this stuff thought Mark as he felt its temperature rise and then a slow increase in pressure from around. He felt himself being slowly pressed from all around and lifted up as the material around him solidified concealing all sound. Every inch of his body became more and more compacted as the liquid sensation around him turned into a vice like grip. His foam cocoon merged with the compressing liquid leaving him moulded into position. He forced his eyes open to reveal Vikki standing directly above him looking down at him. The compression had stopped and he lay there in silence watching her mouth words that he failed to hear. His current position drove new fear into him as he realised what she had done. She had packed him inside the couch with a sort of foam and was intending to put him back into the girl’s house. His new position is what scared him the most. He lay barley beneath the surface of the seat material packed tightly from all directions. How the hell is she going to get me out of this? He thought. Will she let me out? Fear rose again as he watched Vikki in silence. She stood above him in tight jeans and t-shirt with her hair tied back in a ponytail. Her business type glasses on the edge of her nose as she concentrated. She was mouthing something as Mark watched as she turned and dropped onto his stomach. The feeling for Mark was much different to before. He could feel the contours of her thighs and ass more as she bounced lightly above him. His surrounding foam compressed and squashed letting him give way with the pressure. Her ass was practically touching his body and Mark wondered if she felt him beneath her. If she can then she will have to free me he thought as she bounced up to his face. His body was pinned and released over and over as she bounced up to his head. Mark looked at the underside of her left thigh as it crashed down onto him. His vision was so clear he assumed she could see him as her bulging upper leg smashed his face deep underneath her. He looked up her side as he folded underneath her with the rest of the foam. He could see the roundness of her thigh as it spread up to his eyes, but the rest of his features were hopelessly crushed under the pressing force. She was so close he could feel the warmth from her as she sat. His head was forced into a tilt as her weight caused a large depression in the cushions that rose out from under her, as the foam reacted to the compression. His chest, neck and mouth were crushed directly under her ass, but his eyes and forehead rose in the bulge around her thighs. The pressure was immense. Completely crushed as she continued to bounce further up his concealed form until covering his face completely. This is when Mark realised the enormity of what she had done and planned and started to panic. His face was quickly smashed into the foam around him as he watched in detail, the jean material above him drop. His vision was blacked out and all that could be heard was the straining, rasping material around him. His nose was completely flat, his eyes forced shut and his chest slowly rose up from under her squashing pressure as she shifted. The unforgiving force from above pushed painfully down onto him in a more specific fashion to before. Mark wondered if she felt him as he bounced upwards when she lifted. He watched the tight material around her ass crease up as she stood above him then she turned. The crazy bitch was leaning over him smiling. Shit! Mark thought. She’s going through with it. She can’t be serious. She pressed his face down slightly with her hands as she mouthed something to him and then turned and left him alone once more.
Vikki was walking into the kitchen when the phone rang, her mind awash with thoughts of revenge. She was also thinking up a plan on how to get Mark out of the sofa in a week or so. The effects of his condition became permanent after around two weeks and she didn’t want to run the risk. What she had just done had given her a sense of power and victory, and also an evil sort of pleasure. He had wondered what it would be like to be used as a seat. How ironic he was now trapped in that position and was probably scared shitless.
“Hello?” answered Vikki grabbing the handset
“Vikki? its Shelley, can I ask you a favour?”
“Sure, what’s up?”
“The sofa we’re having off you today can we have it in the common room instead?”
“Common room? Wh, Who, why?” Vikki swallowed nervously at this request then listed to the explanation.
“Yeah. It would be of more use in there. All the girls can use it then and not just us in the house. What do you think? We’ll front the repair costs if it gets damaged.”
“Well the thing is it’s only a temporary thing really.” Vikki blurted searching for an excuse. Shelly was talking about the common room in the college. Around 150 – 200 girls studied there and the common room is the gathering place at break times and study periods.
“Temporary? Go on we need the seating space. We already have one loaned from Sarah’s father and yours would be perfect for the study area. It would slot straight in.”
“Let me think about it. Come and pick it up and take it down the house and we’ll discuss it later.”
“Ok then, see you in 5, bye.”
“Bye”
Vikki put the handset down thinking hard. She wasn’t going to let that happen. “Way too risky” she muttered to herself. If Mark were found out then she would be in real trouble. They would pin it on her straight away. She went into the garage to arrange Mark for his little trip. The girls arrived on cue and the sofa pick up, as before was carried out smoothly. Watching her ex boyfriend disappear on the back of the lorry with the girls in tow gave Vikki a sort of satisfaction she hadn’t anticipated. “There he goes again. I wonder if he thought I would let him out this time?” she muttered as a small smile spread over her face.
The unknowing girls bumped Mark once again onto the flatbed. He watched the fleeting glimpses of thighs and, knees and asses above him as he was secured in position. The world above flew by as they approached, what Mark thought was his final resting place. The scenery looked different to Mark this time but he thought it was down to his new position higher in the couch. The flatbed stopped at an unfamiliar place as Marks eyes darted about at the approaching girls. He could see their mouths moving but couldn’t hear any sound. He slowly recognised where he was as they carried him into a large gardened area. What the hell am I doing here? Thought mark as they approached the main entrance to the college. His heart hammered as they disappeared into the hallway. Mark watched loads of different girls in different dress sauntering around as he was shunted through corridors. His only audible pick up was from the clunk of the framework as they bumped him around corners. No, please not in here thought Mark as he realised he was being condemned to the rest of his days in a girls college however many that may be. They’ll kill me for sure he thought, terrified about suffocation under the unknowing students. His fantasy of being a seat horribly realised as the girls around him transported him hidden inside the sofa unknowingly. His view of the passing corridors stopped outside a doorway, the girls bustling around above him ignoring his inanimate pleas for release. To them he was an additional seat for there use and that was all. There was a little hesitation then a few more girls he didn’t recognise grabbed hold of his frame. He was quickly escorted into a large room with lots of bodies moving around above him. There was a little commotion as he was dropped. Numerous legs and bums above him busied themselves as some of the girls cleared a space. Hey, there’s a person in here, help, let me out urged Mark willing his still mouth to move as the girls slowly spun him around and started pushing him backwards against the wall. He looked up at the girls merely inches above him and also at the numerous girls watching on as he was positioned in amongst the rest of the seats. Mark was more scared now than he ever thought possible. There were at least 10 girls in the room paying an interest into his positioning as he bumped against the wall behind him. They stood there watching in their various states of dress, tight trousers, short skirts, shorts and tracksuits. From his viewpoint he could see the girls glancing at him without seeing the concealed body within, only seeing the couch and its intended purpose. A seat. As he came to rest he saw a small table being pushed up to his side. It was level with his body and head and around 10 inches from him. He looked up at a group of students, who started placing books and things onto it and glanced around to see he had been positioned in a corner area with 2 other sofas, all together forming corner seating and he was in the middle. High up inside the cushion space, the back of the couch rose to his side of him and he lay perfectly still waiting for the inevitable. He willed his body to move as some of the girls turned away and a few walked around the table towards him and darted his eyes at the uncaring forms above him. He recognised Sarah but not the other 2 girls as they approached and turned above him. He looked worryingly at the shorted ass of an unknown girl and the trouser legs of Sarah and another other girl as they positioned briefly above him. The speed at which they dropped took Mark by surprise. The short material of the girls above him stretched and tightened as she bent displaying an enveloping mass that was lowering over him. He had seen all this before knew that they would sit with no hesitation. The straining material accentuated the girl’s crotch and a small indent highlighted her ass cheeks and vagina and she bent quickly. All at once he was smashed deep into the couch as the girls weight pushed down onto him. The smooth thighs of the girls above parted as she sat and Mark looked up between her legs as she shifted backwards getting comfortable. His face was at the mercy of her every movement as she settled on him without giving a second thought. No, please, his mind begged as the other girls took their seat crushing him beneath them unknowingly. He was now wedged deep beneath them within the foam, gripping him from all angles. His only view was from between the smooth legs of the girl over his face, the underside of her face and breasts leaning over him as she grabbed at something on the table and the flesh of her legs bulged over his sight line briefly. Mark was painfully forced into a contorted position as they jiggled slightly above him and the legs of the girl above provided just enough sightline to see the rest of the room as he lay there pinned. Her crotch was to the side of his face and his head was slightly turned as the unmoving mass pressed relentlessly. The legs and ass on his face was virtually touching him yet, the girl had no idea. Mark worried about his breathing as she sat uncaring for the human cushion moulded beneath her. How long can I live like this he thought with his eyes staring up between her legs to the underside of a file she was flicking through. He could just make out the other 2 girls pinning his torso and the rasping of the foam around him that was encasing him tightly. His mind was awash with thoughts of dying in this position and wondered how Vikki could let this happen to him.
Mark awoke to the sounds of girls around him. His eyes slowly adjusted as he realised where he was. His body lay immobile with his mind racing with thoughts of being discarded. The girls around him heaved his prison out into the sunlight as he caught
“Didn’t think she would get a replacement so soon”
“Nor me”
“Why did she want this one now?”
“Perhaps it’s a like for like thing”
“Maybe”
“Lets just get it there is it?”
“My heads sore”
Mark heard limited comments about what was going on, but felt relieved he would soon be in Vikki’s company again. She’s bound to let me out now he thought as he was bumped upwards onto the lorry, the girls completely ignoring him in his confines. He looked up at the struggling faces and breasts of Amy and a girl he didn’t recognise as they shoved him into place. Their beautiful legs and bums were displayed above him as they moved around him. With a little effort he was soon on the lorry, this time without the rain and a plastic cover. The engine started and the world above whizzed by once more. Mark recognised the trees lining the garage forecourt as they pulled to a stop. Great I’ll be out soon he thought as the lorry bounced as the girls climbed on. He looked up through his cushion gap to see the girls gathering to lift the couch off. There was a slide, Bump and a shove as he was quickly abandoned in the garage where it all started. Mark couldn’t wait to get out, to move again. To be seen as a person. He lay there looking up at the ceiling waiting for the minutes to pass. Where is she? He thought.
It wasn’t long until mark heard a car pull up to the drive and he recognised the sound of Vikki’s hatchback. The garage door slid up to reveal Vikki carrying something as she entered. Mark watched her turn, and then shut the garage door. He tried to call out to her to plead for his release but to no avail. He hated his current state. He felt reduced to nothing. Mark looked up through the cushion gap as he heard
“Long time no see” as she bent down by him. She is finally letting me out he thought. His heart lifted and then he heard the word
“REPAIR” and a cold shiver ran through him. She can’t be serious he though, after what I have been through. He quickly found out that she was serious as she laid out her cruel plan. The top section was released and his vision widened. He looked up from his cocoon to her busy form as she revealed some pieces of timber with some saggy material around it. What the hell is going on? Mark thought, as his catatonic form gave in to her every whim. He was pushed and prodded lifted then dropped. She lowered her face to his in conversation to drive home the power she held over him. The foam around him loosened then tightened as adjustments were made to his confines. For what seemed an eternity, his mind raced with fury and anger and he didn’t pay attention to what was going on above him. He caught glimpses of a silver barrel and some framework approaching but was too concerned with not being freed. He gathered his senses long enough to hear her say, “If you want out then just say so.” Mark darted his eyes around in a feeble communication, as she matter of fact like, pushed the top over him concealing him inside and then fixed it into place. Marks view was different to before. He felt higher up in the couch. What had she done? In his dazed anger he tried to get a grip on the situation. There was no foam around him and the material above him drooped onto his foam cocoon and upper torso as he lay beneath the cloth. The cushions were was gone and Mark was a little confused as to what she was doing. He felt the material lift a little. Light then pierced the material as little holes were punched from above. The material dropped and his vision was now much clearer as he gazed up through little holes in the fabric. Mark watched Vikki drag something towards him from his knee height position, and then she disappeared from view. He heard her mutter “Need to know when its full” as his vision was cut out by a finger and thumb pressing over his eyes. Full? What is she doing? Mark thought as he heard a low humming sound beneath him.
“Can you feel it yet?” Asked Vikki as Mark felt a cold wet liquid seeping into his foam cocoon underneath him and started to rise around him. Mark felt a blind panic as a cold fluid climbed and bubbled up to the sides of his body. He could hear the low hiss of the bubbling liquid as it filled in around him. He wondered what was planned for him as he noticed the fluid filling up around his body. Vikki’s fingers blocked his vision as he was consumed in a soft gooey liquid and he started to wonder if he would suffocate in this predicament. Dampness seeped around his face and over his body as the liquid flowed until he was soaked in the thick cool substance. The fingers released and mark shut his eyes as the liquid filled in his eye space. Fear was keeping him alert at this point as he waited for what was next. His breathing has stopped for a while but had now returned. What the hell is this stuff thought Mark as he felt its temperature rise and then a slow increase in pressure from around. He felt himself being slowly pressed from all around and lifted up as the material around him solidified concealing all sound. Every inch of his body became more and more compacted as the liquid sensation around him turned into a vice like grip. His foam cocoon merged with the compressing liquid leaving him moulded into position. He forced his eyes open to reveal Vikki standing directly above him looking down at him. The compression had stopped and he lay there in silence watching her mouth words that he failed to hear. His current position drove new fear into him as he realised what she had done. She had packed him inside the couch with a sort of foam and was intending to put him back into the girl’s house. His new position is what scared him the most. He lay barley beneath the surface of the seat material packed tightly from all directions. How the hell is she going to get me out of this? He thought. Will she let me out? Fear rose again as he watched Vikki in silence. She stood above him in tight jeans and t-shirt with her hair tied back in a ponytail. Her business type glasses on the edge of her nose as she concentrated. She was mouthing something as Mark watched as she turned and dropped onto his stomach. The feeling for Mark was much different to before. He could feel the contours of her thighs and ass more as she bounced lightly above him. His surrounding foam compressed and squashed letting him give way with the pressure. Her ass was practically touching his body and Mark wondered if she felt him beneath her. If she can then she will have to free me he thought as she bounced up to his face. His body was pinned and released over and over as she bounced up to his head. Mark looked at the underside of her left thigh as it crashed down onto him. His vision was so clear he assumed she could see him as her bulging upper leg smashed his face deep underneath her. He looked up her side as he folded underneath her with the rest of the foam. He could see the roundness of her thigh as it spread up to his eyes, but the rest of his features were hopelessly crushed under the pressing force. She was so close he could feel the warmth from her as she sat. His head was forced into a tilt as her weight caused a large depression in the cushions that rose out from under her, as the foam reacted to the compression. His chest, neck and mouth were crushed directly under her ass, but his eyes and forehead rose in the bulge around her thighs. The pressure was immense. Completely crushed as she continued to bounce further up his concealed form until covering his face completely. This is when Mark realised the enormity of what she had done and planned and started to panic. His face was quickly smashed into the foam around him as he watched in detail, the jean material above him drop. His vision was blacked out and all that could be heard was the straining, rasping material around him. His nose was completely flat, his eyes forced shut and his chest slowly rose up from under her squashing pressure as she shifted. The unforgiving force from above pushed painfully down onto him in a more specific fashion to before. Mark wondered if she felt him as he bounced upwards when she lifted. He watched the tight material around her ass crease up as she stood above him then she turned. The crazy bitch was leaning over him smiling. Shit! Mark thought. She’s going through with it. She can’t be serious. She pressed his face down slightly with her hands as she mouthed something to him and then turned and left him alone once more.
Vikki was walking into the kitchen when the phone rang, her mind awash with thoughts of revenge. She was also thinking up a plan on how to get Mark out of the sofa in a week or so. The effects of his condition became permanent after around two weeks and she didn’t want to run the risk. What she had just done had given her a sense of power and victory, and also an evil sort of pleasure. He had wondered what it would be like to be used as a seat. How ironic he was now trapped in that position and was probably scared shitless.
“Hello?” answered Vikki grabbing the handset
“Vikki? its Shelley, can I ask you a favour?”
“Sure, what’s up?”
“The sofa we’re having off you today can we have it in the common room instead?”
“Common room? Wh, Who, why?” Vikki swallowed nervously at this request then listed to the explanation.
“Yeah. It would be of more use in there. All the girls can use it then and not just us in the house. What do you think? We’ll front the repair costs if it gets damaged.”
“Well the thing is it’s only a temporary thing really.” Vikki blurted searching for an excuse. Shelly was talking about the common room in the college. Around 150 – 200 girls studied there and the common room is the gathering place at break times and study periods.
“Temporary? Go on we need the seating space. We already have one loaned from Sarah’s father and yours would be perfect for the study area. It would slot straight in.”
“Let me think about it. Come and pick it up and take it down the house and we’ll discuss it later.”
“Ok then, see you in 5, bye.”
“Bye”
Vikki put the handset down thinking hard. She wasn’t going to let that happen. “Way too risky” she muttered to herself. If Mark were found out then she would be in real trouble. They would pin it on her straight away. She went into the garage to arrange Mark for his little trip. The girls arrived on cue and the sofa pick up, as before was carried out smoothly. Watching her ex boyfriend disappear on the back of the lorry with the girls in tow gave Vikki a sort of satisfaction she hadn’t anticipated. “There he goes again. I wonder if he thought I would let him out this time?” she muttered as a small smile spread over her face.
The unknowing girls bumped Mark once again onto the flatbed. He watched the fleeting glimpses of thighs and, knees and asses above him as he was secured in position. The world above flew by as they approached, what Mark thought was his final resting place. The scenery looked different to Mark this time but he thought it was down to his new position higher in the couch. The flatbed stopped at an unfamiliar place as Marks eyes darted about at the approaching girls. He could see their mouths moving but couldn’t hear any sound. He slowly recognised where he was as they carried him into a large gardened area. What the hell am I doing here? Thought mark as they approached the main entrance to the college. His heart hammered as they disappeared into the hallway. Mark watched loads of different girls in different dress sauntering around as he was shunted through corridors. His only audible pick up was from the clunk of the framework as they bumped him around corners. No, please not in here thought Mark as he realised he was being condemned to the rest of his days in a girls college however many that may be. They’ll kill me for sure he thought, terrified about suffocation under the unknowing students. His fantasy of being a seat horribly realised as the girls around him transported him hidden inside the sofa unknowingly. His view of the passing corridors stopped outside a doorway, the girls bustling around above him ignoring his inanimate pleas for release. To them he was an additional seat for there use and that was all. There was a little hesitation then a few more girls he didn’t recognise grabbed hold of his frame. He was quickly escorted into a large room with lots of bodies moving around above him. There was a little commotion as he was dropped. Numerous legs and bums above him busied themselves as some of the girls cleared a space. Hey, there’s a person in here, help, let me out urged Mark willing his still mouth to move as the girls slowly spun him around and started pushing him backwards against the wall. He looked up at the girls merely inches above him and also at the numerous girls watching on as he was positioned in amongst the rest of the seats. Mark was more scared now than he ever thought possible. There were at least 10 girls in the room paying an interest into his positioning as he bumped against the wall behind him. They stood there watching in their various states of dress, tight trousers, short skirts, shorts and tracksuits. From his viewpoint he could see the girls glancing at him without seeing the concealed body within, only seeing the couch and its intended purpose. A seat. As he came to rest he saw a small table being pushed up to his side. It was level with his body and head and around 10 inches from him. He looked up at a group of students, who started placing books and things onto it and glanced around to see he had been positioned in a corner area with 2 other sofas, all together forming corner seating and he was in the middle. High up inside the cushion space, the back of the couch rose to his side of him and he lay perfectly still waiting for the inevitable. He willed his body to move as some of the girls turned away and a few walked around the table towards him and darted his eyes at the uncaring forms above him. He recognised Sarah but not the other 2 girls as they approached and turned above him. He looked worryingly at the shorted ass of an unknown girl and the trouser legs of Sarah and another other girl as they positioned briefly above him. The speed at which they dropped took Mark by surprise. The short material of the girls above him stretched and tightened as she bent displaying an enveloping mass that was lowering over him. He had seen all this before knew that they would sit with no hesitation. The straining material accentuated the girl’s crotch and a small indent highlighted her ass cheeks and vagina and she bent quickly. All at once he was smashed deep into the couch as the girls weight pushed down onto him. The smooth thighs of the girls above parted as she sat and Mark looked up between her legs as she shifted backwards getting comfortable. His face was at the mercy of her every movement as she settled on him without giving a second thought. No, please, his mind begged as the other girls took their seat crushing him beneath them unknowingly. He was now wedged deep beneath them within the foam, gripping him from all angles. His only view was from between the smooth legs of the girl over his face, the underside of her face and breasts leaning over him as she grabbed at something on the table and the flesh of her legs bulged over his sight line briefly. Mark was painfully forced into a contorted position as they jiggled slightly above him and the legs of the girl above provided just enough sightline to see the rest of the room as he lay there pinned. Her crotch was to the side of his face and his head was slightly turned as the unmoving mass pressed relentlessly. The legs and ass on his face was virtually touching him yet, the girl had no idea. Mark worried about his breathing as she sat uncaring for the human cushion moulded beneath her. How long can I live like this he thought with his eyes staring up between her legs to the underside of a file she was flicking through. He could just make out the other 2 girls pinning his torso and the rasping of the foam around him that was encasing him tightly. His mind was awash with thoughts of dying in this position and wondered how Vikki could let this happen to him.