Maddie stood alone in her apartment, drinking her third glass of wine from a glass jar. The wine glasses had been property of her ex. Boyfriend, which he had taken when she had kicked his sorry ass out the door for cheating on her. But even with him gone everything around her was a memory of them together, from the couches to the tables. Even the spare bedroom still had some of his stuff left in it, being too much for him to take yesterday night. But no matter how hard Maddie tried, and no number of glasses of wine, she still felt like he was there. Was there nothing she could do that wouldn’t remind her of her ex?

She looked around, in the living room and the bedrooms before finally looking in her hand. Now that was something she hadn’t thought of before. The decently sized glass jar that she was sipping wine out of must have some interesting uses. Maddie wandered back to the kitchen as she began to have a trickle of excitement for an idea that had popped into her head. Stupid was the idea that filled it, but she couldn't quite quell the butterflies that were taking off in her belly. Just a gar on the counter, but how exciting it felt.

The plan was oddly simple, she wanted to try and fit into the jar. Yes the jar was much smaller than her but she had a secret. In her younger days Maddie had found out she was quite flexible, almost malleable in fact. It was something she never took advantage of it but it was always something she could do. Now, years later, Maddie knew what she could use that strange talent for. She stripped down to naked, nothing she wore could flex quite like her. Next Maddie climbed onto the counter, the cool tile sending chills up her spine that intertwined with her excitement. A moment pause to catch her breath, then she began.

Her left foot was first, bending tightly against the bottom of the glass. Her right foot followed next. For her next part, Maddie started twisting and pushing her legs, giving the resemblance of toothpaste being put back in the tube. With every inch the tension and compression on the parts of Maddie that were in the grew and a warm, tingly sensation started to pass over them. Soon the jar was up to Maddie’s waist, but the effort started to become too much to get anything else in the jar. That, and her hips appeared to be stuck.

“Can’t seem to get my hips into the jar” Maddie exclaimed aloud as she grabbed at the jar in multiple ways but each time unable to get hips into the jar. “Maybe I’ll try my arms and body next and go from there.” With that Maddie almost sorta dove into the jar, shoving her arms deep into the already cramped space. She squirmed, shoving deeper and deeper till she was up to her shoulders in the jar, but now there was a plan. Pulling her hands back to the top of the jar, there was just enough leeway for her hands to get a decent grip around her midsection, and with a hard tug she was able to pull her chest all the way in, boobs and all. At this point the tension in the jar had grown to an almost painful extent. Every part of Maddie’s body protested against the abuse, but all Maddie rallied against it, thinking only A little more! That was until she felt her butt smack her in the back of her head.

If there was any bystanders they would have been in for a treat. There on the counter was a girl, or what could be called one if they weren't so smashed into a jar with their head and their butt battling for space on the rim of the jar. Not that Maddie wanted this, as she pulled harder and harder, trying to pull anything else into the jar as she basically sat on herself. But there was no more room in the jar, her arms were pinned and she was stuck.

Mhhh, tight! Don’t think I can go any further. Was what Maddie thought to herself. At least I tried. Now to get out. HNNNN! She tried to push her body out of the jar, but to her shock it didn’t budge an inch. She might be trapped.

“Oh no” Maddie said to nobody, a creep of concern swept over her. She started to worry, thinking about how she was going to get out but …

Click! The lock on the front door clicked from locked to open, and the door started to swing open.

“Uh … please don’t come in” Maddie called to the intruder, her mind running in circles trying to figure out who it could be.

“Whatever bitch, I’m here for my boyfriends stuff” A Gothic chick walked into the apartment, not event stopping to take her boots off at the door. She was five foot six, wearing black heeled boots and fishnet stockings. She had on a leather jacket with the slogan “Pussy Fighter” on the back and had open finger black leather gloves on to boot. To top the outfit was a pixie cut dyed in orange with streaks of red that all stood out against a display of piercings and her pale white skin. Maddie knew who she was, which was the last person she wanted to see. This goth was the girl her ex cheated on her with. Nikki

“What’s this?” Nikki asked innocently? She wandered over to the counter and loomed over Maddie.

“Umm… Nothing. Just get what your here for and go.” Maddie responded back, hesitantly at first but with more force as she continued. What did it matter what this girl thought of her. This was her place so this goth chick better go quick.

“Well I would, but look what I have here?” Nikki stated out almost playfully as she ran a finger over Maddie’s exposed bottom before suddenly flicking it with her long sharp nails. A stab of pain shot through Maddie and anger blossomed through her mind as everything bad about this man stealer filled her head.

“Ow, you bitch! Get out of here you boyfriend stealing whore!” Yelled out Maddie, oblivious now of her predicament.

“What did you say? You little rat trapped in a jar.” Nikki’s face and tone became filled with fury, her pale cheeks suddenly were filled with a rosy hue and her eyes slanted angrily. “Well, maybe those who are in positions of inferiority!” she shouted out, raising her hand into the air. “Should know their place!” The hand drove down fast and hard. Colliding solidly with Maddie’s ass.

CRACK

The sound echoed loudly through the room. A stark white hand print had appeared on the jarred girl’s left butt cheek. Slowly the color began to change, starting white but slowing becoming and angry red.

“AAAAAH” was the only audible sound that came out of Maddie’s mouth. Her head and bottom were twitching in pain, her eyes had rolled slightly back and started to fill with tears. But Nikkie didn’t notice, nor was she done. Instead she was already digging through a drawer with a cold look on her face. She seemed to settle on something.

“Since you want to be in a jar so much, why don’t I help you. A little parting gift, how about that.” Nikki revealed her tool of choice as she talked to her soon to be victim, a rolling pin gripped in her hand like the head of a mallet.

“No! It’s fine! It’s fine! I’m sorry! Sorry! Please!” Sense had returned to Maddie from the pain, who upon realizing what was going to happen next started to beg. A quiver had filled her voice as a full stream of tears began falling down her face.

“Don’t worry Maddie” coed Nikkie, a false tone of sympathy carried in her voice. “I insist!” she accented her statement by driving down the rolling pin like a ram onto Maddie’s already destroyed bottom.

“Geh“ as sound of pain and forced air escaped the squashed girls lips as her butt squashed under the rolling pin as it was forced into the bottle. Again and again Nikkie repeated her attack, producing a wide range of squeaks and squelches from her victim.

All that was left for the jarred girl was her head, with every other piece of her body immobilized within the jar. Her attacked placed one end of her rolling pin almost playfully against her targets head, a threat she was fully ready to execute.

For Maddie, the only thought was of pain that filled her mind, with only a thin thread of consciousness remaining. It hurts so much, she thought, how did this go so wrong? How do I stop her?

“Please, no more” Maddie moaned, begging for her punishment to stop. “You win, you win everything. Please, just go.”

“Aww that is so sweet, you think I’m done” Nikki chose a mocking tone for her victim. “If anything, just imagine how cute you will look when you are jammed strait into that jar!” She started to apply pressure to the pin, causing a splitting headache for Maddie.

“No… Please… just...” were the last words the jarred girl before the ram squished her face down, distorting her field of view to have a full view of the tool that was going to crush her into the jar. With a loud audible pop her head jolted into the jar. Maddie’s goal had finally been reached.

For Maddie, her entire body fought against the confine of the glass space, pushing out against her impossible confines, but she was trapped under an immense pressure. Her mind went to the white as her headache turned into a full force migraine from the pressure. The pain caused her to moan out unconsciously.

“UHH” a moan escaped Maddie’s lips.

“Oh, you can still talk!” Nikkie responded, surprised that her victim was still capable of resisting. The slight moan continued, agitating Nikkie enough that she realized that her work was not over. She looked through the cabinets and drawers, acquiring the tools that she thought would be useful to silence her prey. She returned successful in her search with a rubber band, a pencil, and a laundry clothing pin. Nikkie pulled up a chair from the nearby table, ready to finish what she had started.

“Ok bitch, I need to get going so I have no more time to play with you so lets make this quick” She grabbed Maddie’s lips in her hads and stretched them over the rim of the jar. With a rubber band she secured them in place , the rubber band so tight it left white lines on the inside of Maddie’s lips. With a quick snatch of her hand, Nikkie had her victims tongue in her control, allowing her to snap the clip on to it. Lastly, she pulled the tongue up and out of the mouth and kept it in place by placing the pencil through the clip and on to the rim of the jar.

“There we go little girl. Hope you learned your lesson, don’t mess with me ever again” Nikkie scolded the jar before returning to her original purpose. She went into the spare bedroom, grabbing a few things, including a fleshlight. She walked to the door, not even paying heed to her jarred up toy. As she reached for the door she suddenly found that her right hand was full with the fleshlight then an idea hit her.

“Hey Maddie!” Nikkie approached the jarred girl. “I might have a favor to ask of you. You see, my boyfriend really likes his toys and I think he needs something, you know, different. Mind if you help? Yes? Perfect, you will totally regret this” Nikkie opened her purse and dropped the jar and the fleshlight inside before leaving the apartment with a bang of a slamming door.

--Later that day--

It could have been hours, or just minutes as Maddie started to regain awareness. She wasn’t sure where she was, as only darkness reached her eyes but she could definitely feel something. Nearly every inch of her body was twisted and crunched. Her lips were stretched out, pinned in place by a bitting force that encompassed her lips. Her tongue ached too from a pinching and pulling that held it tauntly in place. Deep down inside, Maddie hoped she was back in her apartment, but she knew even deeper that her punishment was not over.

A crack opened in the darkness above her and two hands reached down from above. One found her glass prison while the other retrieved a dark cylindrical shape that had been obscured before. Quickly, Maddie was lifted out of the bag and directly in front of Nikkie’s face/

“Looks like we are all ready then” Nikkie commented as she placed the jarred girl down on a table with what Maddie now recognized as a fleshlight. Scattered around the table were different tubes and tools, with the closes one reading “Liquid Cement”. Nikkie took a seat next to the table, a towering figure that send a twang of fear into Maddie. “Now how do I want to do this?” Nikkie pondered for a bit, picking Maddie back up and turning her end over end as she thought before placing her back down on the table, bottom first.

Maddie could only watch as her tormentor began her plan, still in the dark as to what was about to happen to her. First the goth pulled the pencil and clip off her victims tongue, leavening it quivering in exhaustion. Next the rubber band was popped off, allowing the pinned lips to curls slowly back over the lip of the jar and return to the owner. Ahh passed through Maddie’s head as the pain faded from her tormented mouth and for the first time in a while they finally were able to relax. But this was her chance, she could talk again, maybe she could get Nikkie to take sympathy on her.

“Imf Swa...” was all she could make out before the goth girl quickly pinched her lips back up tight in one hand and expertly looping the rubber band back over the lips in another, leaving them blooming out from the pressure.

“Shhs, I’m focusing” was all Nikkie stated to her victim, no longer was she acting in anger, but under the sole focus of completing her plan. There would be no stopping her now, and no freedom for Maddie. Speaking of not stopping, Nikkie already was on to the next step of her plan, slipping out the rubber insert of the fleshlight from it’s plastic housing. Then it clicked to Maddie, making a shiver of fear pass over her. No, she’s doesn’t mean to do that. Thought Maddie. But there was no other conclusion, she was going to be made into just another toy for guys she though she had thrown out of her life. Instead, she was going to quickly be forced to worship the dick of her ex.

Not that this was bothering Nikkie as she flipped the jar over and, with a taps to the back, caused the contents to slide out and thump into the table like a solid block of jelly.

“Aww, isn’t that cute” Nikkie stated as she began to poke the gelatin like Maddie playfully, causing her to quiver nearly uncontrollably. But Maddie noticed something, something that gave her a little sliver of hope. A few of her fingers had come free when she was poked. Nikkie turned her attention away, focusing instead on applying a thin layer of glue to the inside of the fleshlight housing. Maddie took her chance, shaking with every ounce of energy left to free herself. Common, common she thought to herself, struggling against every twisted fiber in her body trying to get free. A few more fingers popped free, then almost her hand when her entire body was wrapped in a warm tough. Her oppressor never noticed her struggle, every millimeter of freedom was nothing against the massive woman. This was it, Maddie though dejectedly, the end.

There was nothing special in the end. The glue was cold against the sides of Maddie’s body as she slid almost effortlessly into her new permanent prison. Soon her eyes were covered in the black plastic, blocking her sight on the world. Up to her mouth she slid, the only part of her that would get to experience the world ever again, even if it was to please another. The glue began to harden, millions of greedy hellish hands that would lock her forever into her prison. The fleshlight hoped for the best, but even she could not believe them.

Nikkie looked the fleshlight over, happy with how it turned out. In fact, she was surprised to find a few new features that you couldn’t find anywhere else. Self cleaning and auto lubricating where two new features her new boyfriend would love to try out. But there was one last little things left to do. The first was to take a needle syringe and inject air multiple times into the toys lips, causing them to balloon outwards in a cartoonist full fashion. Each time the needle pulled out a little drop of blood followed, leaving angry red markings against the lips. Oops, can’t have that Nikkie thought as the the red contrasted hard against the pale toys lips. She pulled out some lipstick and sealant, coating the lips in a gorgeous rouge and sealing the color in after. I would rather not have red streaks on my boyfriends cock she thought as she worked. Finally, she dropped the new sex toy into a small box and wrapped it in a thin pink ribbon tied into a beautiful bow. A perfect gift to celebrate their new, full time, relationship status.

 --After Story--

Nikkie had just gone to bed, leaving you alone in recently unpacked living room. The night was still young, but what to do? Your eyes traced a line across the room, settling on a wrapped black box with a pink little ribbon. It had been a gift from Nikkie, something to celebrate them coming together. “A little something for you, feel free to open it when I’m not around.” Picking up the box, you bring it back to the couch, leaving it in your lap as you inspect the package. The ribbon, tied ever so neatly into a bow gave way under your inquisitive fingers. The lid offering little resistance as you revived your first look at the contents inside. There sat a brand new fleshlight, ready for your pleasure.

You pick up the toy, surprised at its heft. It’s face is of a woman’s mouth, bright red lips enticing something to be stuck into them. You trace a finger over them, feeling a trace of warmth over them. Deeper you plung your finger, going strait into the mouth cavity. It is warm and moist, with a tongue for extra pleasure. There was no need for a pepping up, or even porn mags as you were rock hard in your jeans. Not even wasting the time to take your pants out, you drop your zipper, pulling out your cock. This is going to be fun, you thought.

The cock traces the same path around the lips of the flashlight, feeling the slight frictional grabbing as it passes. A little deeper it goes, just enough to get the tip wet. No more teasing you thought, shoving your entire sexual rod strait into the toy, causing the front to bulge in order to handle your massive girth. Left and right you twist, feeling the tongue wrapping around your shaft. The mouth so warm and wet offered the perfect combination friction, the textured tongue as it teased the tip of your cock. The fleshlight quivered in your hand, sending wave of euphoria throughout your body. In and out you thrust, quivering as the final moments build up into an explosion of lights and colors as you release your load strait into the device.

  

Back down to reality you come. This was the best fleshlight ever you thought as you calmed down. The moisture, the softness of the interior, the quivering, the tongue, all working in combinations that dwarfed what some girls could do with their mouths. It was something else, and you wanted more. Your little soldier started to rise back up, slowly, ready for a round two.