You sit in the mason jar for over an hour. Still, it feels like an entire day goes by, as you sit miserably with your back to the glass wall of the pungent jar, with little you can do besides lament your hopeless situation as Sara's various fluids congeal and start to dry around you. The bodily odor in the jar is overwhelming.
As your mind tortures itself trying to come up with, and rule out, possible escape options, you're almost glad to hear (and feel) the door to the apartment open and slam shut, and your new owner's footsteps stride into the room. You shoot to your feet and watch her intently, waiting fearfully for any sign of incoming abuse.
Not even looking at you, Sara immediately turns her back to you on entering the room, and starts stripping off her sweaty shorts and tank top to throw them in a hamper. "UGH! Core day hurts so much!" She groans aloud.
Still anticipating more abuse, you stay silent and watch. You'd already been warned about speaking when you've not been spoken to.
"I need a hit." Still seemingly ignoring you, Sara turns back your way, and strides casually towards the desk your jar is sitting on. You flinch at the sudden looming presence, and the noise, as she slams one hand down beside your jar, and throws open an unseen drawer with the other. The giantess's shadow looms over you, bringing back memories of being threatened at her feet. Then, suddenly, you find yourself addressed: "Hey, toy, you wanna smoke?"
Looking up, you see Sara grinning down into the jar, her long blond hair cascading down to basically surround your glass prison. Your heart races, and your mind goes into overdrive along with it. All you want right now is to mollify her long enough that she might give you proper food and drink, and change of living space. If not one you can escape from, then hopefully at least one that doesn't smell like a cloud of bad breath and stale pussy. But do you accept her gracious offer? Last time you asked for something, all she did was threaten and spit on you...
As your mind tortures itself trying to come up with, and rule out, possible escape options, you're almost glad to hear (and feel) the door to the apartment open and slam shut, and your new owner's footsteps stride into the room. You shoot to your feet and watch her intently, waiting fearfully for any sign of incoming abuse.
Not even looking at you, Sara immediately turns her back to you on entering the room, and starts stripping off her sweaty shorts and tank top to throw them in a hamper. "UGH! Core day hurts so much!" She groans aloud.
Still anticipating more abuse, you stay silent and watch. You'd already been warned about speaking when you've not been spoken to.
"I need a hit." Still seemingly ignoring you, Sara turns back your way, and strides casually towards the desk your jar is sitting on. You flinch at the sudden looming presence, and the noise, as she slams one hand down beside your jar, and throws open an unseen drawer with the other. The giantess's shadow looms over you, bringing back memories of being threatened at her feet. Then, suddenly, you find yourself addressed: "Hey, toy, you wanna smoke?"
Looking up, you see Sara grinning down into the jar, her long blond hair cascading down to basically surround your glass prison. Your heart races, and your mind goes into overdrive along with it. All you want right now is to mollify her long enough that she might give you proper food and drink, and change of living space. If not one you can escape from, then hopefully at least one that doesn't smell like a cloud of bad breath and stale pussy. But do you accept her gracious offer? Last time you asked for something, all she did was threaten and spit on you...
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August 17, 2023
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