Incest Interests!

[Giant-dude]

HELLO! I am very happy to announce I’m starting this thing here kinda like tiny torments, I was heavily inspired by that section of VSW stories as well as the creator Justthereforamoment1. Their stories are always pretty incredible, and I figured I’d make one for myself seeing as how I’m into incest scenarios! Later today I’ll be posting my first story about a brother/sister scenario with a small unaware giant mom side plot involved! But it’ll mainly focus on the brother sister unwilling dynamic. After that I’ll be taking requests entirely for free as long as they are incest, and unwilling scenarios! Just comment down below what you want or DM me and I’ll be glad to fulfill the ideas of my fellow incest enjoyers! Hope you guys enjoy my stories and I can’t wait to write more!

[Giant-dude]

Should’ve let it be…
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This story contains M/F incest, unwilling, and violent themes. There are unaware aspects as well! Hope you enjoy the first story of my incest page, can’t wait to make more
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Autumn marched up the staircase with heavy, furious steps, heading straight for her brother’s bedroom on the second floor. Since their parents were out for the day, she didn’t bother keeping quiet. She burst through his door and spotted him leaning intently over his desk, completely absorbed in the weather that had been talking about a very bad storm all week. Typical, she thought with a surge of irritation. Before she could even get a word out, he spoke without looking up. “What?” She gave him a cold stare, then fired back, “You stole my leftovers from last night, didn’t you? I left half of my subway sandwich on the bottom shelf of the fridge this morning, and it’s vanished.” Cameron shrugged casually. “You probably just forgot where you put it.” “Forgot? Fuck you!” Autumn exploded. “Go find some actual work instead of mooching off everyone, you worthless-” She glanced around for anything to hurl at him, snatched up a pillow, and flung it hard. It flopped weakly against his shoulder.“Jerk!” She announced. “Appreciate it,” he replied once she quieted down. “I made sure it didn’t go to waste.” That pushed her over the edge. With an angry shout, Autumn whirled around and tried to yank the door shut behind her with all her strength. Instead of slamming, the door slipped from her fingers as a heavy wave of fabric crashed down on top of her. She let out a faint cry, and collapsed under the sudden weight, everything going dark and suffocating. Cameron noticed how abruptly quiet it had become. “Still out there?” he called, finally twisting around in his seat. His eyes landed on the heap of his sister’s clothes lying right in the doorway, looking like they’d just fallen off. He frowned in confusion. Her shout had seemed nearby, but maybe she’d already stormed down the hall. Shaking his head, he turned back to his models. “Pick up your stuff!” he yelled into the empty hallway. Inside the tangled mess, Autumn fought desperately to free herself. She was caught deep within her own bra, the once familiar garment now massively oversized and pinning her tightly between the cups and straps. No matter how she pushed or twisted, the soft material refused to let her go.
Cameron rose from his chair, crossed the room, and gathered the scattered clothes. He fished out the sweat ridden bra, inhaled deeply, causing a massive erection grew in his pants. He shoved the rest of the pile into the hallway with his foot, and clicked the lock on his door. Dropping his pants to his ankles, he stretched out on his bed and pressed the bra against himself, using it without hesitation. Trapped inside one of the enormous cups, Autumn endured the shifting, bouncing motions as the world around her moved in rhythm with his actions. The warmth and constant movement, along with the sweaty cock stench, made her stomach twist with disgust. She stayed perfectly still, terrified of drawing any attention while he finished. It didn’t take him long. With a satisfied sigh, Cameron tossed the bra aside. It flew across the room and landed in a rumpled pile on the floor among his other junk. Still dazed and enclosed in the fabric, Autumn barely had time to orient herself before giant fingers reached in and pulled her free. She found herself dangling upside down by one ankle, pinched between his thumb and forefinger. “What the hell?” Cameron muttered, his voice low and stunned. Still half-undressed, he peered down at the tiny naked girl in his grip. “This can’t actually be happening-“
Autumn squirmed uncomfortably in the awkward position but stayed silent at first, unsure how he would respond. “Is that really you, Autumn?” he pressed, giving her a firm shake. “For real?”
“Yes!” she gasped, nodding her head rapidly. “Just put me down, please!” He gently lowered her into the center of his open palm, a wide, intrigued grin slowly forming on his face. “Looks like you’re completely stuck now~?” he said, his tone shifted to sudden eagerness. His thumb slid across her small chest, deliberately tracing over her breast. Autumn let out a sharp scream and slammed her fists against the massive finger with everything she had. “Keep your filthy hands off me, you sick creep!” she shouted, her cheeks flushing with shame and fury. Being touched like this by her own brother made her feel more exposed and degraded than she ever had before.
Cameron chuckled deeply. Autumn shot back angrily, “I figured, even though you’re a disgusting pervert, you might actually do the decent thing and help me, because we’re siblings!” “Big mistake trusting me like that, little sis,” he taunted, pressing his thumb firmly into her left breast until she cried out in pain, writhing helplessly under the crushing pressure. After a few agonizing seconds he let up, and she curled into a ball on his palm, clutching her aching side.
“Relax,” he said with a smirk. “I’ve got the perfect idea for you now.” His fingers trembled with anticipation as he kicked his pants aside and settled into his chair, still cradling his shrunken sister in his hand. Autumn gasped as Cameron’s fingers curled around her tiny body, lifting her toward his hardening cock. The heat radiating off his flesh made her shudder, she was so close she could see every throbbing vein, smell the musk of his arousal. His grip tightened as he positioned her against his shaft, her bare skin pressing into the sticky pre-cum already beading at the tip. “No, stop!” she shrieked, squirming, but her strength was nothing compared to his. His supporting hand dragged her up and down his length, smearing her with his slickness. Tears blurred her vision as she realized what was coming next, he was going to use her like a fucking toy, rubbing her against himself until he-the distant slam of the front door downstairs interrupted them both. Cameron froze. “Shit.” His grip loosened just enough for Autumn to twist free, plummeting onto the desk below. She hit hard, the impact knocking the wind from her lungs, but she didn’t stop. She rolled onto her stomach and bolted, darting behind a stack of books just as Cameron scrambled to pull his pants up. “Mom?” he called out, his voice unnaturally high. Autumn didn’t wait. She sprinted toward the edge of the desk, her tiny legs pumping as fast as they could. The drop was terrifying, but staying meant something far worse. She leapt. The fall felt endless. She landed on her recently discarded, cum covered bra, the fabric softening her crash, but she landed right in the wet stained spot that he caused earlier. Gasping, she wriggled free and bolted for the door, now a towering barrier. The gap beneath it was her only hope. She dove, rolling under just as footsteps thundered up the stairs. The hallway was a nightmare. Every footstep from her mother shook the floor like an earthquake. Autumn sprinted toward the staircase, but before she could even reach it, her mother’s shadow loomed over her. A slipper descended. Autumn screamed and threw herself sideways, barely avoiding being crushed into the carpet fibers. The gust of air from the near-miss sent her tumbling. Panting, she scrambled behind a baseboard, watching as her mother walked past, humming, completely unaware of the tiny, naked girl trembling inches from her toes. Hours passed. Autumn’s stomach growled, but hunger was the least of her concerns. She needed help. The kitchen was dangerous, but it was her best shot. She waited until her mother sat at the table, scrolling on her phone. Autumn began climbing up the giant leg of her mother, eventually at the level where she could make the jump to the countertop from her mothers knee. She crept along the edge of the counter, staying low. Then, the scent of strawberry jam hit her. Her mother lifted a piece of toast, Autumn’s salvation. She sprinted, leaping onto the plate just as it was raised. The sticky jam clung to her legs as she clawed her way toward the edge, screaming, “Mom! Mom, look down!” But her mother took a bite. Autumn barely rolled aside as teeth the size of tombstones snapped down millimeters from her. She clung to the crust, heart hammering, as the toast tilted, her mother was about to take another bite. With a desperate scream, Autumn hurled herself off, plummeting toward her mother’s lap. She slammed into her mom’s giant thigh, then rolled off the edge, falling again. This time, she landed between her mother’s legs. Her mother stood. Autumn had no time to react as she fell down, rolled off her mother’s sock, and onto the hard kitchen floor. A massive foot lifted, heading straight for her. She dove sideways, but her leg wasn’t fully out of the way. Pain exploded as the weight pressed down, grinding her into the fabric of her mother’s sock. Just as her leg threatened to snap, the pressure lifted. Gasping, she dragged herself free, crawling toward the living room, her body throbbing. Later, exhausted, Autumn hid beneath the sink as her mother undressed for a shower. Clothes dropped like collapsing buildings. A bra, a shirt. Then, “Oh god her panties” Autumn shouted as they billowed downward, the waistband yawning open like a monstrous mouth. Autumn tried to run, but the fabric swallowed her, trapping her in the damp, musky darkness. She clawed at the cotton, fighting as the elastic stretched, threatening to snap shut around her. At the last second, she wriggled free, tumbling out just as her mother stepped into them. The fabric sealed above her, leaving her trembling on the bathroom tiles. Night fell. Autumn, bruised and desperate, scaled the bedsheet like a mountaineer, her fingers raw from gripping the fabric. Her mother slept peacefully above, and unaware. Just as Autumn reached the pillow, a shadow moved. A hand snatched her up. Cameron’s fingers clamped around her like iron bars, wrenching her away from salvation. His breath was hot and uneven against her skin as he lifted her to his face, his grin wide, and manic in the dim light of the bedroom. "Found you," he whispered, his voice dripping with triumph. Autumn struggled, kicking wildly, but his grip only tightened. She could feel the ghost of his earlier intentions radiating off him, his pulse hammering against her tiny body like a drumbeat of sick anticipation. "You- you can’t do this," she gasped. "Mom’s right there!" Cameron glanced at their sleeping mother, her chest rising and falling gently under the covers. His grin didn’t waver, but he did take out his phone and snap a picture of their mom in just a bra, and panties as she slept. He wasn’t just a creep for his sister, but for his mom as well. "And what’s she gonna do? Hear you? See you?" He shook her slightly. "You’re nothing now, Autumn. Nothing but a toy." Panic clawed up her throat. He was right. Even if she screamed until her lungs burst, her mother would never hear her. He slowly walked out their mother’s bedroom, shutting the door quietly. Cameron’s thumb stroked her side, slow and deliberate, his voice dropping to a murmur. “Now, where were we?" Autumn’s stomach lurched. She knew exactly where they’d been, his fingers slick with pre-cum, her body smeared against his cock, moments from being used. Just then, the bedroom door creaked open. They both froze. Their mother stood in the doorway, rubbing her eyes. "Cameron? Why are you still up?" Autumn’s heart stopped. Cameron’s grip twitched, hide her, crush her, drop her? but their mother’s gaze hadn’t dropped low enough to spot the tiny figure in his palm yet. “Just... getting water," he lied smoothly, subtly curling his fingers tighter around Autumn, pressing her into his skin so hard she couldn’t breathe. Their mother sighed. "Well, go to bed. School tomorrow." She turned away, shuffling back into her room. The second the door clicked shut, Cameron exhaled sharply, his grip loosening just enough for Autumn to suck in a desperate breath. “That was close,” he muttered, more to himself than her. Then his eyes refocused, darkening. "But now, no more interruptions." Autumn’s blood turned to ice. He wasn’t letting her go, and no one was coming to save her. Autumn's tiny limbs trembled as Cameron carried her back toward his room, his fingers curled possessively around her like a cage. The dim glow of his monitor cast eerie shadows across his face, highlighting the lustful glint in his eyes. “You know," he mused, dragging a fingertip down her bare, slightly chubby stomach, "I always wondered what it'd be like to have you helpless." She recoiled, but his grip tightened, pressing her flat against his palm. His other hand dipped beneath the waistband of his boxers, and Autumn's breath hitched. “Please—" she begged, her voice breaking. Cameron ignored her, withdrawing his cock, already stiffening again, and aligning her tiny body against its flushed length. “Wait—!" He dragged her up, and down, smearing her against his shaft. The heat was suffocating, the musk overpowering. His precum slicked her skin as he groaned, his hips bucking slightly, fucking the air with her trapped between his fingers and his cock. Nobody knew she was about to be her brother’s sex toy, nobody was coming to save her. Autumn's world narrowed to the searing heat of her brother's skin, the oppressive musk of his arousal clogging her lungs as he worked her tiny body up, and down his cock with slow, deliberate strokes. Tears streaked her cheeks, mixing with the sticky sheen of his pre-cum coating her chest and thighs. “You- you're sick," she choked out, writhing in his grip. Cameron chuckled, rolling his thumb over her ass, pressing her harder against his pulsing shaft. "And you're mine." His breath hitched as he adjusted his grip, his fingers dipping between her legs, too tight, too invasive, forcing her thighs apart. Autumn's scream tore from her throat as his cockhead nudged against her exposed slit, the sheer size of him threatening to split her in half. "No!” She kicked wildly, her heel connecting with the underside of his cock head, just enough to make him jerk back. The momentary slack in his grip was all she needed. Twisting free, Autumn plummeted toward the desk, barely catching the edge of a notebook before crashing onto its pages. She didn't stop. Scrambling to her feet, she sprinted across the open expanse, heart hammering, as Cameron roared behind her. His palm slammed down inches from her, fingers splaying wide to block her path. She veered left, but his other hand shot out, swiping her into the air again with a triumphant yell. "Enough.” His voice cold. This time, he didn't hesitate. Flipping her onto her back, Cameron pinned her spread, legs against his cockhead, his thumb pressing down on her sternum as he lined her up. Autumn's vision blurred, she couldn't breathe, couldn’t scream. The blunt pressure against her entrance was unbearable, then. A crack, the room plunged into darkness. The power outage hit like divine intervention. Cameron froze, his grip loosening just enough for Autumn to wrench herself sideways, tumbling off his cock, and onto the desk with a cry. Outside, thunder rumbled, the storm had finally arrived. "Fuck!” Cameron fumbled blindly, his hands sweeping across the desk, knocking over paint bottles and brushes. Autumn didn't wait, she leapt. The fall was endless, the landing brutal, but she rolled, gasping, and bolted into the blackness. Somewhere in the house, their mother called out, her voice muffled by the storm. Autumn didn't stop, she couldn't. Not until she found a way back, or a way out. But for now, the darkness was her ally, and Cameron? He was still searching. Autumn's bare feet slapped against the cold hardwood floor as she sprinted through the blackness of the night, her lungs burning. The storm outside rattled the windows, masking her frantic breathing. Somewhere behind her, Cameron's hands slapped against surfaces, knocking over his figures, sending dice skittering across the floor, as he cursed under his breath. She didn't dare slow down. The kitchen, this was her only chance. Autumn veered left, her tiny arms pumping as she ducked beneath the towering kitchen island. The fridge hummed ominously above her, its vibrations shaking the floor. She pressed her back against the cabinet, chest heaving. A thud. Cameron's footsteps grew closer. Autumn swallowed hard, her eyes darting around the dark kitchen for anything, she could use. Then she saw it: the gap beneath the refrigerator door, the seal was loose. If she could squeeze inside. She didn't have time to second guess. As Cameron's shadow loomed in the doorway, Autumn bolted. She dove for the fridge door, her fingers scrabbling at the rubber seal, prying it open just enough to slip inside. The cold air hit her like a wall as she tumbled onto a shelf, landing between a carton of eggs, and a half-eaten block of cheese. Darkness. Silence. Autumn exhaled shakily, her breath fogging in the chilled air. She was safe, for now. Outside, Cameron's muffled voice carried through the fridge door: “Where the *fuck* did you go, you little bitch?" Autumn didn't answer. She curled into a ball behind the eggs, shivering as the fridge's motor kicked on, humming ominously around her. She just had to wait him out. Morning would come. Her mom would wake up, and then she'd find a way to make her see that she shrunk, she had to. Because if she didn't, Cameron would find her, and next time- Next time, he might not let her escape. The thought sent a fresh wave of terror through her. Autumn closed her eyes, and prayed for dawn. The refrigerator's relentless hum became Autumn's lullaby as she curled tighter against the carton of eggs, her breath crystallizing in the frigid air. She counted the vibrations, each mechanical pulse marking another second she'd evaded him. But when the fridge door suddenly swung open, flooding the compartment with blinding light, her pulse spiked. A giant hand reached in, not Cameron's. Her mother's fingers closed around the milk carton, oblivious to the shivering girl clinging to its handle. Autumn's numb limbs faltered, one frozen hand slipped, and she fell. Straight into the mouth of her mother's coffee mug. The impact knocked the wind from her lungs as burning liquid swallowed her whole. She surfaced gasping, clawing at the porcelain walls as the mug tilted toward her mother's lips. "Mom!" Autumn screamed, paddling desperately, but it was too late. The world shifted as the mug lifted. Autumn slid toward the dark opening of her mother's mouth, catching a final glimpse of Cameron lurking in the doorway. Darkness, heat, and a tongue like a wet landslide beneath her. Then, a spit. Autumn tumbled onto the kitchen counter in a soggy heap, coughing up coffee. Her mother frowned at the speck in her palm. "Ugh. Must've been a fly." Before Autumn could scream again, a tissue descended, Cameron's hand intercepted it. “Let me." His fingers closed around her dripping body, pretending to be nice, and dispose of her for mom, but in reality he knew it was her, and mom just delivered Autumn right to him without knowing. Cameron's grip tightened around Autumn's damp, shivering form as he carried her away from the kitchen counter, his fingers pressing into her bruised flesh just enough to remind her, she couldn't scream. Their mother wouldn’t notice anyways, and if she did notice? What then? A speck? a bug? Something to be flicked away without a second thought. His breath hit her ear, hot and uneven. "You really thought you'd get away?" He chuckled, low, and dark, as he climbed the stairs two at a time. Autumn thrashed, but his thumb stroked down her spine like a mockery of comfort. "Shh mom will never hear your pathetic cries." The bedroom door clicked shut behind them. Cameron dropped her onto his desk with deliberate cruelty. Autumn skidded across the wood, her raw skin stinging, and collided with her bra from yesterday, he kept it on his desk to admire like a sick fuck until he had the real thing again. She barely had time to scramble upright before his palm slammed down in front of her, caging her against the desk.
His other hand fumbled with his waistband. “Now you aren’t leaving this time~" he murmured. Autumn's vision swam. Her legs trembled, but she bared her teeth. "Go fuck yourself." Cameron's grin turned feral. He seized her by the hips, and pressed her, back-first against the head of his cock. The heat was unbearable, the stench.
Autumn's scream tore through the room as he forced her tiny body halfway down his shaft, slowly, sending chills through him, her legs kicking wildly against the veined flesh. Cameron groaned, his hips jerking upward, forcing her deeper. Autumn’s world dissolved into white, hot, agony as Cameron’s cock stretched her impossibly wide, her tiny limbs splayed against his throbbing shaft. She could feel every vein, every pulse of blood beneath his skin as he dragged her back up, then shoved her down again with a grunt. Tears streamed down her face, her voice raw from screaming, but no sound escaped beyond the walls of his bedroom. “Fuck,” Cameron hissed, his fingers digging into her hips as he worked her up and down his length, her body slick with sweat and pre-cum. "You’re so fucking tight!” Autumn gagged, her stomach roiling as the scent of his arousal clogged her nose. She clawed at his shaft, her nails leaving red trails in the flushed skin, but it was futile. He was too big, too strong, and he wasn’t stopping. His thrusts grew rougher, his breath ragged as he fucked into his tiny sister’s body like she was nothing more than a living fleshlight. The desk creaked beneath them, the sound drowned out by Cameron’s guttural moans. Then came a knock at the door. They both froze. "Cameron?” Their mother’s voice, muffled through the wood. "Are you okay in there?" Autumn’s heart stopped. Cameron’s grip on her hips tightened, crushing, as he swallowed hard. "Y-yeah, Mom," he called back, his voice strained. "Just uh, stretching. For gym." A long pause followed, then: "Okay. Keep it down." Her footsteps retreated. The moment the hallway fell silent again, Cameron exhaled shakily, his grip loosening just enough for Autumn to gasp in a desperate breath. His cock twitched beneath her, still buried inside her battered body. "Close one," he murmured, grinning down at her. Then his expression darkened. "Now, where was I?" Autumn barely had time to whimper before he yanked her back down, hilting her with a brutal thrust. This time, she didn’t scream, she couldn’t. Her voice was gone, as well as her strength. All she could do was take it, her brother’s cock pistoning into her tiny form, his hips slamming against the desk with each merciless stroke. Cameron’s breath hitched, his movements grew erratic. Autumn squeezed her eyes shut, because she knew what was coming, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. One final, brutal thrust. Then, white, searing heat flooding her insides as Cameron came with a groan, his cum surging into her tiny body with enough force to bulge her stomach. Autumn gagged, her limbs twitching as he held her there, impaled on his cock, until every last drop was spent. Finally, he pulled her off, while a long white strand connected her womanhood to his softening member. He swapped hands, and dangled her by one ankle over his palm. “Look at you," he murmured, tilting her to watch his cum drip from her used, gaping hole. "Ruined." Autumn didn’t respond, she couldn’t. Her vision blurred at the edges, and her limbs felt heavy. Her mind, darkness swallowed it, along with pain. The last thing she heard was Cameron’s chuckle. "Sleep tight, sis." He said as he pulled his underwear back up, leaving her inside of a jar, hidden in his underwear drawer. Nobody knew, nobody would ever see her again. Friends, family, everyone moved on, assumed she was in a better place. They never knew she was so close, yet so far, trapped in her brother’s underwear drawer, as his toy.
The end…

[Saxanas]

Loved the read, great first impression hehe! Would you ever include butt stuff and/or farting? Was really hoping someone would pick up the torch for the Tiny Torments series they were sooo good.

[Giant-dude]

Loved the read, great first impression hehe! Would you ever include butt stuff and/or farting? Was really hoping someone would pick up the torch for the Tiny Torments series they were sooo good.

Thanks I appreciate the support, also they aren't my favorite themes I’d totally do them for people.

[Saxanas]

It'd be so cool if you did! Kind of like the story I did with Justthereforamoment1 Dirty Work. But you can pace and tone it how you'd like and include the themes you're comfortable with. I just think butt stuff blends so well with unwilling stuffs hehe

[Giant-dude]

It'd be so cool if you did! Kind of like the story I did with Justthereforamoment1 Dirty Work. But you can pace and tone it how you'd like and include the themes you're comfortable with. I just think butt stuff blends so well with unwilling stuffs hehe

Yea I really loved that story, one of my favorites especially with how much unwilling tiny woman being used like a cum rag stuff there is. I’d totally enjoy doing a story for you, just gotta give me some ideas as to what the relationship should be, setting, along with some details about the girl and guy, then I’d totally be able to whip you up something!

[TheMacroMan]

Really good read. I love SW stuff where the ladies get used like living cocksleeves.

Would really love to see a Brother/Sister story where the sister is just big enough to suck a dick.

[Giant-dude]

Really good read. I love SW stuff where the ladies get used like living cocksleeves.

Would really love to see a Brother/Sister story where the sister is just big enough to suck a dick.

Oooh not a bad idea! If you have additional information that could help build the world of the story I’d be happy to hear it so I can make this!

[Giant-dude]

The family reunion
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Story requested by: Saxanas
Contains shrunken woman, unwilling, kidnapping, cousin, and some anal stuff
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The Friday evening air was thick with the smell of grilled meat and laughter as the backyard barbecue wound down. Plastic cups littered the picnic table, half-filled with melted ice. Jason wiped his hands on his jeans, leaning back in his chair while his cousin, Sarah, flicked a crumpled napkin at her younger brother across the table. "You missed," the brother teased, grinning as it bounced off his shoulder, before heading inside as well. Their parents were inside now, clattering dishes in the sink while arguing over who forgot to buy more charcoal. The younger kids had migrated to the living room, sprawled in front of the TV with controllers in hand. Only Jason and Sarah remained outside, the last stragglers of the gathering. "You gonna help clean up or just sit there?" Sarah asked, nudging his foot with hers. Jason smirked. "Nah. You’re the one who promised Aunt Linda you’d handle it." Sarah groaned but pushed herself up, grabbing a stack of plates. "You’re the worst." He watched her walk toward the house, her ass bouncing a little as she stepped up into the doorway, followed by the screen door slapping shut behind her. The night was quiet now, just the distant murmur of the TV. Jason stretched, debating whether to head inside or relax outside a little longer, until a sharp thud from the kitchen made him pause. Then silence. Shocked from the sudden noise, he stood. "Sarah?" No answer. The screen door creaked as he stepped inside. The kitchen was empty, the sink still running. A single plate lay shattered on the tile. “Sarah?" Jason called again, louder this time. A tiny, shaky voice answered. "Jason?" He turned—and froze. There, on the counter beside the fruit bowl, stood Sarah. But not Sarah as he knew her. She was tiny, no taller than his thumb, her clothes hanging loose like doll fabric. Her face was pale with terror, her arms outstretched as if to prove she wasn’t hallucinating. “What the fuck," Jason breathed. Sarah’s lips moved, but her voice was too small to hear. Jason stepped closer, heart hammering, and crouched to eye level. "How?" She shook her head wildly. "I don’t know! One second I was putting the plates down, and then- this!" Jason’s first instinct was to shout for the others. But something stopped him. Sarah, tiny Sarah, was right there. Within reach. His fingers twitched. "Jason," she said, her voice trembling. "You have to get help. Now,” He hesitated. Then, slowly, he reached out to scoop her up, lifting her off the counter. Sarah gasped. "Jason!" "Shh," he murmured, glancing toward the living room. The TV blared, masking any sound. His pulse roared in his ears as he slipped her into his jeans pocket, her protests muffled by fabric. “Let me out!" she demanded, her tiny fists pounding against his thigh. Jason exhaled sharply, adjusting his grip on his keys. He had no idea what had just happened. But he knew he wasn’t letting this opportunity go to waste. The drive back to his apartment was a blur of panic and adrenaline. Every bump in the road sent Sarah tumbling in his pocket, her muffled protests growing weaker as exhaustion set in. Jason gripped the steering wheel tighter, his mind racing. But every time he glanced down at the small lump shifting in his pocket, something dark coiled tighter in his gut. He parked haphazardly in his complex’s lot, barely remembering to lock the car before rushing inside. The second his apartment door shut behind him, he fished Sarah out, her tiny frame limp in his palm. "You asshole,” she wheezed, pushing herself upright. Her clothes were wrinkled from the ride, her hair a mess. Jason didn’t answer. He carried her to the coffee table, gently setting her down. Then he stepped back, arms crossed, staring like she was some alien artifact. "What is this?" Sarah demanded, her voice cracking. "Why did you- why would you take me?" Jason swallowed hard. He had no good answer. The silence stretched. Sarah hugged herself, shivering despite the warm apartment. "Jason… please. Just- just call someone. My parents—" "No." The word came out harsh and emotionless. Jason forced himself to breathe. "Never." "Why?” He knew he wasn’t letting her go, wasn’t going to waste an opportunity to finally have his cousin the way he always saw her. Sarah's tiny fists clenched as she backed up against a stray coffee mug, her breath coming in sharp, panicked bursts. The glass tower loomed behind her like a wall. Jason crouched low, elbows resting on his knees, watching her with a fascination that curdled the air between them. His pulse hammered in his throat. "You're scared," he murmured, more to himself than to her. “No shit.”He reached out, slow, deliberate, not to grab her, but to test. A single fingertip grazed her shoulder, and she recoiled like she'd been burned. Jason exhaled sharply through his nose. She was real, warm, alive, his. Sarah’s voice cracked. "You have to take me back." His thumb stroked absentmindedly along the edge of the table. "Do I?" Her breath hitched. Jason leaned closer, blocking the lamplight. "What if I don't?" Sarah’s hands flew to her mouth, whether to silence a scream or a sob, he couldn’t tell. The apartment buzzed with silence. Downstairs, a neighbor’s TV blared some late-night comedy show. Laughter filtered through the floorboards, distant and oblivious. Jason’s fingers twitched. Sarah saw it, the flicker of hunger in his eyes, and scrambled backward. Her foot catching on a pen, sending her sprawling backwards. Jason moved before he could stop himself. His hand shot out, palm upturned, catching her before she could tumble off the edge. Sarah froze. His fingers curled ever so slightly around her, not tight enough to hurt, just enough to feel. Her heartbeat fluttered against his skin like a trapped bird. Jason swallowed hard. He could turn back now, apologize, and drive her home, pretend none of this happened. But Sarah’s wide, terrified eyes locked onto his, and something shifted. As he reached for his zipper. Sarah's scream was barely louder than the rustle of fabric as Jason's free hand tugged at his belt. The leather slithered loose with a slow, deliberate hiss. "No- Jason, stop!" Her voice cracked as she twisted in his grip, fingernails scraping uselessly against his palm. "What the hell are you—" His thumb stroked once down her spine, silencing her. "Shh." The whisper vibrated through her tiny body. "We wouldn't want the neighbors hearing, would we?" Sarah choked back another cry as his fingers tightened, just enough to make breathing difficult. The coffee table, the apartment, the world tilted around her as he lifted her higher, his other hand now working his zipper down. Hot, humid air rushed from the opening of his jeans as he parted the fabric. Sarah gagged at the musky heat radiating from the darkness below. "You're sick," she sobbed, kicking wildly. Jason's smile didn't reach his eyes. His fingers uncurled. Sarah plummeted into the stifling darkness, landing with a soft thud against the damp cotton of his briefs. The scent of salt and sweat overwhelmed her as the fabric swallowed her whole. Above, the denim gap closed like a mouth sealing shut. Outside, the neighbor's laugh track swelled again, bright, oblivious. Inside, Sarah screamed until her voice gave out. Jason exhaled, slow and satisfied, as he stood. His fingers drummed once, twice, against the denim bulge where she squirmed. Then he grabbed his keys. Time to see how long she could last. Sarah's world narrowed to the oppressive heat, the rhythmic thud of Jason's footsteps vibrating through her prison of fabric and flesh. Every shift of his hips sent her tumbling against the damp cotton, her skin slick with sweat, his sweat, until she couldn't tell where her trembling ended and his body began. The car door slammed. The engine roared to life. “Comfy?" Jason's voice rumbled above her. His hand pressed down briefly, fingers splayed, smothering her beneath his palm through the denim. Sarah gasped for air, her nails tearing at the seam of his briefs. "Let me out—" His laugh cut her off as the car lurched forward. "Not a chance." A sharp turn sent her rolling, her face suddenly pressed against the hot, thick length of him straining beneath the cotton. Her stomach heaved. Jason groaned, low and satisfied. "Fuck, you feel that?" His fingers dug into the steering wheel. "That's all you, Sarah." She sobbed, her voice raw. "I'll die in here…” “Better hurry up and get used to it, then." The car accelerated. "Because I'm just getting started." Headlights flashed through the windshield, painting the dashboard in brief, stuttering light. Somewhere beyond the glass, the world kept spinning. Somewhere inside his jeans, Sarah's whimpers dissolved into silence. Jason grinned and turned up the radio. Sarah's consciousness flickered in and out like a dying lightbulb. The oppressive heat, the rhythmic pulse of Jason's body against hers, the suffocating musk, it all blurred into a nightmarish haze. She wasn't sure how long she'd been trapped, minutes? Hours? Time stretched and warped inside his jeans, each second an eternity of damp, claustrophobic torment. Then, movement. Jason shifted in the driver's seat, his thighs tensing as the car rolled to a stop. The engine cut off, plunging her world into eerie silence, the only thing audible was the distant hum of a parking lot light. Sarah stirred weakly, her throat raw from screaming. "Jason?!" she croaked, barely audible. No response. The denim above her shifted as he unbuckled his seatbelt. A jingle of keys, then the creak of the car door opening. Cool air rushed in as he stood, and for one delirious moment, Sarah thought, hoped, that he might finally let her out. Instead, his hand pressed down against the bulge in his jeans, fingers kneading possessively. "Still alive in there?" His voice deep with amusement. Sarah's fists clenched. She had no strength left to answer. Jason chuckled and gave himself a rough adjustment, the motion sending her tumbling against the hot, sticky fabric once more. "Good." The walk to his apartment door was a mirage of jarring steps, each one jostling her mercilessly. By the time he fumbled with the lock, Sarah's vision swam with black spots. The door clicked open. Jason stepped inside and kicked it shut behind him. His hands went straight to his belt, loosening it with a practiced tug. "Alright, cutie," he murmured, almost fondly. "Let's see what kind of mess you've made." Sarah barely had time to brace herself before the denim gap widened above her. Blinding light flooded in as Jason peeled back his waistband, revealing her crumpled, sweat-slick form nestled against his briefs. She gasped at the sudden rush of cooler air, her chest heaving. Jason's breath hitched. "Fuck," he hissed, staring down at her with something between awe and lust. Sarah followed his gaze, and froze. The cotton beneath her was drenched, darkened with a mixture of sweat and something thicker, something unmistakable. Her stomach twisted. The bedroom door swung shut behind them. Somewhere outside, a siren wailed, distant, and irrelevant. Inside, Sarah's whimpers dissolved into silence once more. Jason hummed and reached for the bedside drawer. Sarah awoke, her vision swam, her body aching from dehydration and exhaustion. Then she saw it, glass, surrounding her. She was now trapped inside a giant glass jar, Jason staring at her from the outside. He only had his briefs on, and the giant monster being concealed by them wasn’t exactly trying to hide. Sarah's fingers scrambled against the smooth glass walls as she struggled to sit up. Her breath fogged the interior, her reflection warped and distorted against the curve of the jar. Jason loomed over her, his bare torso blocking the ceiling light, casting her in shadow. "Sleeping beauty wakes up," he murmured, tapping the glass with one fingertip. The vibration rattled through her bones. Sarah flinched. "Let me out,” she croaked, her voice hoarse from screaming. Jason smirked and reached down to adjust himself through his briefs, his fingers dragging lazily over the bulge straining against the fabric. Sarah's stomach turned as she realized how close she was to it, the glass jar perched on the nightstand mere inches from his crotch. “You're staying right there," he said, voice low. "Where I can see you." Sarah's nails scraped uselessly against the glass. "Why?” Jason didn't answer. Instead, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and peeled them down in one slow, deliberate motion. Sarah's breath hitched as his cock sprang free, thick and already half-hard, the tip glistening in the dim light. The jar shook as he set it on the bed beside him, his free hand wrapping around his length with a rough, slow stroke. Sarah recoiled as the glass vibrated with each movement, the sound of his skin sliding over flesh muffled but unmissable. "You're gonna watch," he growled, his breath fogging the glass where her tiny hands pressed. "You're gonna watch, and you're gonna remember who owns you now." Sarah squeezed her eyes shut, but the sound was inescapable. The wet, rhythmic slick of his fist, the groan that rumbled through his chest, the creak of the bed as he shifted closer, his heat radiating through the glass. Then, impact. The jar jolted as something hot and thick splattered against the front, sliding down in viscous streaks. Sarah's eyes flew open just in time to see the second burst hit, painting the glass in sticky white. Sarah watched, trembling, as Jason wiped himself clean with her tiny clothes that he ripped off while she was out, before tossing them aside. His fingers curled around the jar, tilting it slightly to admire her caged form through the streaks of his release. "Better get used to the view," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the clean area of glass, right where her face was. The heat of his breath fogged her prison. He set the jar back on the nightstand, so close to the edge she could see the drop to the floor below. The bed creaked as he flopped onto it, stretching with a satisfied groan. Within minutes, his breathing evened out, his chest rising and falling in sleep. Sarah waited. The clock on the wall ticked. The apartment settled into silence. She pushed against the lid, but no give. Her tiny fists beat against the glass, but the sound was swallowed by the hum of the AC. Desperate, she threw her full weight against the side of the jar. Once, twice, and on the third try, the jar wobbled, teetered, and then toppled. Sarah screamed as she plummeted, the jar shattering against the hardwood with a crash that made her ears ring. Glass shards rained around her, one grazing her arm. She scrambled to her feet, heart hammering, and darted under the bed before Jason could stir. From the darkness, she watched his bare feet hit the floor. "Sarah?” His voice was thick with sleep, then sharpening as he took in the wreckage. "Shit." She held her breath as he crouched, sweeping aside glass. His fingers grazed the edge of the bedskirt. Then, a phone rang. Jason cursed, standing. "Yeah?" he barked into the phone, pacing away. "No, it's fine. What?" Sarah didn't wait. She bolted. The apartment was a maze of shadows. The kitchen loomed ahead, the fridge humming like an animal. She skidded under the stove, her lungs burning, just as his footsteps returned. "Sarah!” Jason's voice echoed, furious. A cabinet slammed. "Where the fuck—" She waited until his footsteps faded toward the living room before making a break for the front door. The gap beneath it was slim, but maybe. Then light flooded the hallway. Sarah froze mid-step, her shadow stretching long across the floor. Slowly, she turned. Jason stood in the bathroom doorway, his silhouette enormous against the backlight. His smile was slow, terrifying. "There you are." Sarah ran. His hand closed around her before she'd taken three steps, fingers encircling her waist like a vice. "No!" she shrieked, kicking wildly as he lifted her to eye level. Jason's grin was all teeth. "Guess we're doing this the hard way." His grip tightened as he carried her back to the bedroom, past the broken glass, past the bed, straight to the dresser. The top drawer slid open with a rumble. Sarah's blood turned to ice. Inside, nestled among socks, was a small metal cage. Jason dangled her over it. "Try escaping this, bug.” The latch clicked shut behind her. Somewhere outside, a siren wailed, distant, but irrelevant. Inside, Sarah's whimpers dissolved into silence once more. Jason exhaled, satisfied, and climbed into bed. The cage swung gently from the dresser knob as he drifted off, the “tick-tick-tick” of the clock counting down the hours until morning. Sarah curled into herself, her fingers wrapping around the cold bars. Dawn felt very far away. Sarah's fingers trembled as she wrapped them around the cold metal bars of the cage. The gaps were narrow, too narrow for her whole body, but not impossible. Not if she was willing to pay the price. She glanced at Jason’s sleeping form, his chest rising and falling steadily in the dim light. The cage swung slightly from the dresser knob, the rhythmic creak masking the sound of her shifting position. It was now or never. Sarah sucked in a breath and wedged her shoulder through first. The metal bit into her skin immediately, the pressure sharp enough to make her gasp. She clenched her jaw and pushed harder, her ribs protesting as they compressed against the tight bars. A sickening pop echoed in her ears as her collarbone shifted unnaturally. Pure, hot pain invaded her chest, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. Her torso was halfway through now, her hips the next obstacle. Sarah twisted, grinding her pelvis against the gap, the metal scraping her bare skin raw. A whimper escaped her lips, too loud. Jason stirred. Sarah froze, her heart hammering against her bruised ribs. His breathing evened out again, and she resumed, forcing her hips through with a muffled cry. Her legs came easier, though not without cost. She collapsed onto the dresser top, her body throbbing, her skin streaked with angry red welts. But she was out. The floor was a dizzying drop below. Sarah didn’t hesitate, she rolled off the edge, tumbling onto a pile of his clothes, with a thud that knocked the air from her lungs. Jason muttered in his sleep, one arm flinging out across the empty space beside him. Sarah didn’t wait. She crawled toward the bedroom door, every movement agony, her breaths shallow and ragged. The hallway stretched before her, impossibly long, the front door a distant beacon. She was halfway there when the floorboards creaked behind her. She needed to hide! Sarah's pulse roared in her ears as she darted sideways, into the narrow gap beneath a wall, and table. Dust coated her tongue as she pressed herself flat against the leg of the table, her body screaming from the strain. Footsteps thudded closer. Jason's shadow stretched long across the hardwood, pausing mere inches from her hiding spot. “Sarah?" His voice was a low growl, half-amused, half-furious. "Little bug thinks she's clever." A floorboard groaned as he crouched. Sarah held her breath as his fingers grazed the edge of the table skirt, lifting it slightly. A sliver of light pierced her hiding place. Then shattered glass crunched somewhere in the kitchen. Jason's head snapped toward the sound. "What the?!” Sarah didn't wait. The second his attention shifted, she bolted, scrambling on hands and knees toward the living room. The coffee table loomed ahead, its solid base offering better cover. She'd almost reached it when a hand closed around her ankle. "Got you.” Jason's grip was impossibly strong, yanking her backward until her face scraped against the hardwood. Sarah screamed, clawing at the floor. A key turned in the front door lock. Both froze. The door swung open to reveal Jason's roommate, Kyle, balancing a pizza box and a six-pack. "Dude, why's there glass all over the—" His gaze dropped to Jason's grip on Sarah's tiny, thrashing form. "What the actual fuck." Sarah sobbed in relief. "Help me!" Jason faked a calm smile. "She's a doll." His thumb stroked possessively up her calf. "My doll." Kyle's face drained of color. The pizza box hit the floor with a wet slap. Sarah lunged for freedom, but Jason's fingers tightened. "Mine." Kyle took one step forward. Then another. His hand closed around the nearest heavy object, a ceramic vase from the entry table. Sarah had just enough time to see Jason's eyes widen before the vase connected with his temple with a sickening crack. Jason crumpled. Kyle's hands shook as he pried Sarah free, cradling her gently in his palms. "Holy shit holy shit— are you okay? What happened?" Sarah couldn't speak. Her body trembled violently, her vision swimming with tears and exhaustion. Kyle's thumb brushed gently over her hair, the first kind touch she'd felt in hours. Somewhere outside, a siren wailed, closer this time. Kyle exhaled sharply. "We're calling the cops. Now!" Sarah nodded weakly, clinging to his fingers as he reached for his phone. Jason groaned on the floor. Kyle kicked him in the ribs, hard, before stepping over his body, Sarah held securely in his grasp. The last thing Sarah saw before passing out was the flashing red and blue lights painting the walls through the open door, and Jason's unconscious form, sprawled like a broken toy. But then, Sarah woke up, back on the clothes she fell on after escaping the cage. She has been knocked out, it was all a dream of what could’ve happened, but Jason lived alone, and had no friend by the name of Kyle. It was all a illusion of hope conjured up by her when she fell, and when she peered up at the clock that read “seven forty three” she knew that it wouldn’t be long before he woke up, and found her free. She needed to run and find a way out now. Sarah's breath hitched as she scrambled to her feet, her legs trembling beneath her. The hallway stretched endlessly before her, the front door impossibly far, the bathroom door slightly ajar just feet away. Maybe she could hide there, buy herself time. She took one step. A floorboard creaked behind her. Sarah froze. "Going somewhere?" Jason's voice was rough with sleep, thick with something darker. She didn't turn. She couldn't. Her pulse roared in her ears as his footsteps thudded closer, the vibration rattling through the hardwood beneath her bare feet. Then, a hand closed around her waist. Sarah shrieked as Jason lifted her effortlessly, his fingers encircling her like a vice. "No! Let me go” Jason chuckled, his breath hot against her skin as he brought her to eye level. His pupils were blown wide with sleep, and something else. Something hungry. "You really thought you could run?" Sarah thrashed, her nails scratching uselessly against his thumb. "Fuck you!" Jason's grin widened. "Oh, my little toy." He adjusted his grip, turning her toward the bulge straining against his briefs. "That's the idea." Her stomach dropped. Jason carried her back to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them. The click of the lock sealed her fate. Morning light filtered through the blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. Jason sat on the edge of the bed, his free hand already tugging his briefs down. His cock sprang free, thick and pulsing, the tip glistening in the dawn light. Sarah's breath caught. "Jason, please—“ He ignored her, positioning her tiny body above his length. "Hold still.” Sarah screamed as he lowered her onto him, her back pressed flush against the hot, throbbing flesh. Her legs dangled helplessly as his fingers wrapped around her waist, pinning her in place. “You're gonna help me out, Sarah," he murmured, his voice dripping with lust. His grip tightened as he dragged her up, her skin catching against the slick head. "Just like this.” Then down. Sarah sobbed as her body was forced along his length, the friction burning even as the precome eased the slide. Jason groaned, his hips lifting to meet her, his fingers digging into her ribs. "Fuck, you're perfect." Up, down, up. Sarah's vision blurred with tears as Jason set a brutal pace, using her like a living toy. Her whimpers dissolved into broken gasps, her voice gone from screaming. Jason didn't care. His free hand gripped the sheets, his jaw clenched with pleasure. "So- fucking good, you feel perfect squirming against my cock-“ he gritted out, thrusting up against her squirming body. Sarah's world narrowed to the searing heat, the smack of skin on skin, the musk of sweat and sex clogging her lungs. Then, pressure. Jason's grip turned bruising as he forced her down one final time, his cock pulsing beneath her. Hot, thick spurts painted Sarah's back, her legs, the bed below. Jason shuddered, his breath ragged, his fingers trembling where they held her. For a moment, there was only silence. Then Jason exhaled, satisfied, and lifted her to inspect his handiwork. Sarah hung limply in his grasp, her body streaked white, her eyes glazed like a doughnut. “Good girl," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her sticky forehead. Sarah didn't respond. Jason smirked and reached for the nightstand drawer. The click of a lock echoed in the stillness. Somewhere outside, a bird sang, bright, and oblivious. Inside, Sarah's whimpers dissolved into silence once more. The cage door swung gently shut. Sarah came to in darkness, her body aching in ways she couldn't articulate. The air smelled of metal, and cum, her bare skin pressed against cold bars. The cage swung slightly when she moved, hung from something now, not resting on a surface. Jason's voice rumbled through the blackness: "Morning, bug." A click. Harsh light flooded her prison. Sarah blinked up at him through the bars, only to realize with dawning horror that the cage wasn't hung from the ceiling or dresser. It dangled from a leather cord around his neck, resting just above the waistband of his jeans. His erection strained against the denim mere inches below her feet. Jason's fingers traced the cage's outline, making it sway. "Got you something special." He tapped a small metal fixture on the cage's floor she hadn't noticed, a tiny hinged door, barely large enough for her to fall through. She held onto the rim for dear life, trying not to fall onto his bulge contained by the briefs. Jason's smile was all teeth as he popped his button. "Time for your upgrade." The zipper's rasp sounded like a death knell. Outside, traffic hummed. Jason's fingers curled around her ankles. Sarah's scream lodged in her throat as Jason dragged her out of the tiny hatch. Her fingers scrambled for purchase on the bars, nails splintering against the metal. Just wide enough to force her through, her hips scraping painfully against the edges. Jason exhaled sharply through his nose. "Relax," he murmured, thumb pressing into the arch of her foot. "You'll fit." She didn't. Sarah gasped as her ribs compressed unnaturally, her shoulder popping as he twisted her sideways. The heat radiating from below made her eyes water, musky, thick, the tip of him already glistening inches beneath the hatch. “Almost—" Jason grunted, applying steady pressure. Her knee bent at a sickening angle to accommodate the space. A wet pop echoed as her hip dislocated. Sarah's vision whited out. When she came to, she was inside, wedged in the humid space between his briefs and straining flesh, her cheek pressed to the throbbing vein along his length. The world swayed as Jason stood, his satisfied groan vibrating through her. “There we go." His fingers traced the lump in his underwear where she strained against the fabric. "Perfect." Sarah's whimpers were smothered as he adjusted himself, the cotton shifting to mold her tighter against him. Every breath she took was him, salt, sweat, and the coppery tang of her own blood from split lips. The scent of the morning clung to the air as Jason stepped onto the porch of his aunt’s house, the same one where Sarah had vanished five summers ago. The screen door whined on its hinges, a sound he’d memorized. Inside his waistband, Sarah stirred weakly, her tiny limbs trembling against the damp fabric of his briefs. “Jason?" Aunt Linda’s voice wavered from the kitchen. She appeared in the doorway, her once, bright eyes dull with grief, her hands clutching a dish towel like a lifeline. "I didn’t know you were coming today." Jason smiled, the picture of concerned family. "Thought I’d check in." His fingers brushed absently over his belt buckle, pressing just enough to make Sarah whimper soundlessly. "You holding up okay?" Linda’s lips trembled. "It’s her birthday next week." Sarah went rigid against his skin. Jason’s thumb traced the lump in his waistband, soothing. "I know." He stepped forward, pulling Linda into a one-armed hug. Her body felt brittle, like old paper. Over her shoulder, he glimpsed the framed photos on the wall, Sarah’s graduation portrait, her smile frozen in time. Inside his pants, Sarah’s nails dug into his flesh. Linda pulled back, dabbing her eyes. "You’re sweet to visit. Everyone else… they’ve moved on." Jason’s hand settled on the small of her back, guiding her toward the living room. "She’s not forgotten." Beneath his clothes, Sarah shuddered. Moonlight seeped through the barred windows of Jason’s basement, painting stripes across the steel table where Sarah’s new enclosure sat. It wasn’t a cage anymore, not really. He’d welded it himself, a cylindrical tube of surgical steel, just wide enough to accommodate her tiny frame, with breathing holes drilled in precise intervals. The interior was smooth, polished to prevent injury. “Comfortable,” he’d told her. “Safe.” The hinges at one end squeaked as he unscrewed the cap, the sound making Sarah flinch even before the cold air hit her bare skin. She was curled fetal inside, her knees bruised from earlier struggles, her hair matted with sweat and another fluid. Jason’s shadow loomed over the opening. "Had enough time to think, bug?" Sarah didn’t answer. Her voice had given out hours ago, after the fifth time he’d fucked the tube with her inside it, her body forced to ride the length of him like a bull. He tapped the metal. "You know the rules. Beg to come out." Her lips moved soundlessly. Jason sighed and reached for the lube. Winter came. Sarah stopped counting the days. The basement grew colder, but Jason kept her warm, his body heat, his breath, the relentless press of him inside her. He’d long since stopped pretending she had a choice. The tube was her world now, her limbs atrophied from disuse, her skin permanently marked by the grooves of its interior. Sometimes, when he was feeling generous, he’d take her out. Let her feel the air on her skin before leaving her back inside the tube. Sarah stopped screaming eventually. Spring thaw brought another visit to Linda’s house. This time, Jason arrived with a casserole, his mother’s recipe. Linda’s hands shook as she took the dish. "You’re too good to me." Jason smiled, his fingers discreetly adjusting his waistband where Sarah sagged against him, her body slack with resignation. "Family’s all we’ve got." Over coffee, Linda cried. Jason held her hand, his thumb stroking her behind his zipper, Sarah didn’t stir. One day, Jason discovered anal play by accident. Sarah had been curled in her tube, dozing fitfully, when he’d pressed it between his cheeks absentmindedly while watching TV. The vibration of her startled scream had sent him rocketing to the edge in seconds. Now, it was routine. “Breathe deep," he murmured, twisting the tube deeper into his cleft. Sarah’s cries buzzed against his skin, muffled by flesh and metal. His free hand stroked himself lazily. "That’s it, sing for me.” The tube grew slick with sweat and lube, Sarah’s body jostling violently inside with every thrust. When he came, it was with her name on his lips, the same name her mother had sobbed into empty bedrooms for years. Afterward, he unscrewed the cap just enough to let her gasp for air. Her face was streaked with cum, her voice reduced to a wheeze. Jason kissed the opening of the tube. "Good girl." Years blurred. Sarah’s cage changed, sometimes metal, sometimes glass, most of the time nothing, as he kept her inside of his ass when he went out to parties, her muffled cries vibrating through him. Jason grew older. His aunt died. The search parties faded. Sarah remained. On bad nights, when the memories of her old life clawed at her sanity, Jason would press her between his cheeks and hum, the vibrations rattling her bones. “You’re mine," he’d remind her, his voice thick with pleasure. Sarah no longer argued. Somewhere beyond the basement walls, the world kept. Sarah learned quickly that defiance had consequences. When she refused to eat, Jason would press her between his cheeks and hold her there, letting the heat and musk overwhelm her until she gagged. When she tried to scream during family visits, he’d slip a hand into his pocket and pinch her thighs until she bled, and when she begged for death, Jason would laugh and roll onto her, smothering her in darkness with his ass, until her struggles ceased. “You’ll never die," he’d whisper afterward, licking the salt from her skin. "Not until I let you." The graveyard was quiet save for the rustle of leaves. Jason knelt before the fresh headstone, “Linda Carter, Beloved Mother,” and placed a single lily at its base. Behind his belt, Sarah stirred weakly. “Shh," Jason murmured, adjusting his stance to press her deeper against his groin. "Pay your respects." Sarah’s heartbeat fluttered against his skin, fast, frantic. This caused him to cum right then and there, all over her struggling body inside his tight pants. Jason smiled and stood, dusting off his knees. "Don’t worry, toy." His fingers traced the soaked lump in his pants. "You’ve got years left." The wind picked up, carrying the scent of rain. Somewhere beyond the gates, traffic hummed, distant, indifferent. Jason turned and walked away, Sarah’s whimpers lost beneath the crunch of gravel. The world kept turning, and deep in the dark, Sarah did not….