Jan could not believe she had allowed, no encouraged, this to this happen.
But of course, she had.
She sat naked on the chair in front of a mirror. The sound of electric sheers caused her eyes to dart to the side.
A stern masculine voice came from behind her a hand wrapped in her hair. "Watch slut."
Her eyes returned to the face in the mirror as she felt the metal clipper blade touch the front of her scalp. The pitch of the sheers changed as it started to cut through her thick mane. She made an audible gasp as a red stripe from just left of center slipped away and fell away. Many others followed it to the floor. Shaving cream and the edge of a sharp straight edge finished the job. Through the whole event, frozen, Jan watched the figure in the mirror become increasingly unfamiliar. A towel was handed to her.
"Wipe your face." The voice commanded. "When you are in the box for a while this will be a kindness."
As she could no longer see the stranger in the glass she started to sob at the sensation of the towel's napping on her bare head. She had no idea why - she knew this was the price of her submission. A price she had willingly agreed to.
The box - that before she had only heard described by its name Komuso was set upon her head. A block was slid in under her chin to keep her from pulling her head back through the hole. The door in the front was closed and the room disappeared. A hissing sound echoed through the box like a gale as the bladders that completely trapped her head in place were filled full.
Omnivorous sexual desire had led her down many darker alleys than this one she thought until the sound of a lock clicking into place let her know she was an object - only to be used for the enjoyment of others. She felt her wetness slide down her thigh.
A man's hand ran the length of her leg. Jan found his fingers and the taste of her own slick in her mouth. She purred, she loved the taste of herself. Her tongue circled his fingers as they pressed further down her throat until she started to choke.
"That's it," as the fingers vanished leaving her mouth wanting. "There will plenty to fill your holes soon." He shoved her roughly. The weight of the box and her inability to see caused her to stumble and collapse backwards onto a couch. "That reflex will serve you well."
"Small pricked bastard." She thought as she struggled to rise only to find herself bent over the arm of the couch arm. He sunk into her with one rough stroke as he squeezed her nipples and heavy breasts. Jan quickly forgot her lie as the man cored her. He repeatedly thrust into her. Her new crown caused her head to recklessly jerk from side to side. The disorientation, humiliation, and his ruthless handling caused her sex to immediately start to tense - but before she could find release he slid out of her. Using the box like a valve he twisted her to her knees and pushed himself into the one hole the box had. She devoured him. She wanted to cum so badly but she had slipped into that space where her need to blindly worship this formless god's cock was greater than for her own orgasm.
Jan could barely make out the word "good" and a few muffled sounds a he unloaded into her mouth. Immediately after tasting his salt, she felt her own puddle forming around her knees. Every bit of life she could coaxed from him, Jan swallowed greedily. As he pulled away she caught her breath gap-mouthed as a mix of her thick drool and his cum snaked from the opening of the box.
Fighting to regain her senses, Jan felt her arms being pinned down to her sides, cocooned in nylon straps and cinched tight with buckles. Inside the box the air bladders held in her own heat. Already the smell of her own sweat and sex filled the box and stung her eyes. He had been kind - her melting make up would have only made it worse. It was stifling and the pressure pinched her nose shut only allowing her to pull breaths through her mouth. This almost guaranteed that her mouth would be open for anyone who wished to use it. But he was gone.
