Mr. Trample Fantasy
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Seal Inside pt. 2 by Sidsta
🕑 Added 2022-07-23 20:47:09 +0000 UTCVikki walked into the room of her rented out accommodation curious to see what the girls had done with her encased ex-boyfriend and to see if her plan had worked. She was taking a few board games to the house for them to play during the bad weather and inviting them out for a drink this afternoon. On entering the sitting room she noticed the sofa against the wall where the old one was positioned. She also noticed five girls sitting on it and one girl in the single seat as they chatted and watched television. Christ she thought, he must be squashed bad in there. She glanced at the cushion that his face was under and seen that it was completely flat and the only visible part was bulging at the front from the weight of Shelly. The sides couldn’t be seen at all because the girls were sat tightly side by side. Their legs were dropped over the front of the couch pushing the cushions down further with their thighs. They have no idea she thought. No idea at all. Marks under that lost somewhere, as inanimate as if he was actually part of the furniture and they’re using him, as he originally wanted them too. Bet he’s scared now though she thought, thinking he’s trapped and left to die in there. She could see the cushions were reduced in height by around 8 inches with the girls piled on like they were and they just sat there as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Shelly and Sarah got up off the sofa to see what games were brought and the other girls stood and engaged in conversation. Vikki quickly cast a look to where Mark would be. The cushions the girls were sitting on sprang back to their original shape thanks to her added foam modification, and she now knew Mark could see her through the gap she made. “How’s the sofa?” she asked staring at the cushions
“Great, really comfy, superb, nice” came a chorus of replies from the girls
“Here are a few games I thought you may like, we may pop in later on this evening and join in if it’s all right? Off for an afternoon drink in the club so can’t stay long”
“I thought you were dolled up a bit for an afternoon stroll,” said Shelly
“What’s going on down there?”
“Comedian I think, should be a laugh. Free entry too” said Vikki.
“Who’s going?” asked Amy
“Oh the usual crowd I expect, and it beats staying in.”
“Isn't it in the grounds?” asked one of the girls
“Yeah that’s the only down side, girls only, no boys around, but its free” said Vikki
“Sounds like a possibility, when does it start?” asked Amy
“Not till 4. Why don’t you lot come?” she said, all the while watching the cushions concealing Mark. Amy walked up to the couch and while talking to Vikki slowly placed her black trouser ass over the cushion on Mark’s faced. Vikki watched the slow compression of the cushion under her weight with a wry grin. Amy was not a big girl by any means, but her weight was more than a match for the soft yielding cushion that was now buckling under. The slow movement was probably caused by the distraction of conversations and the possibility of going out for a drink. She noted how the swell of her thighs caused by her bending, covered the entire cushion, eclipsing it from view as she sat. When her lowering finally stopped the cushion was flattened out of sight except for a little bulging in between her legs. She sat with her legs apart, her body leaning right back, and her legs closing and opening slightly as she carried on talking. Not once did she glance down, fidget or wonder about what was really below her. He's probably looking up between her legs there, squashed badly I should think. Enjoy Mark. Vikki thought as she finished up the conversation. She had seen enough. No one had any idea what she had done to Mark. Encasing him inside their new seat for her personal demise of him. He was going to suffer all right, starting with the girls getting ready to go out this afternoon. He’ll be left on his own to contemplate his future once they’ve gone and that’s when it will hit home. With that thought she said goodbye to the girls as they one by one, hid the couch cushions beneath their flared ass’s and Vikki left with Rachel and Kelly without even glancing back. Mark lay there looking up again at the girls around him. He was just below knee height and the sight of these girls walking around ignoring him made him feel worthless. The foam entombing him had sprung back into shape slowly pushing him back up into his original position. He could see the cushions above separate and form back into shape and could see the girls walking away oblivious to what they had just done to him. Vikki stood there chatting away to the girls while staring straight at him. Come on then? Let me out he thought. His predicament would be exciting if he wasn’t catatonic and forced to go through with it. He couldn’t move and worried about permanent damage to his health, that’s if he lived that long. So far he had no urge to breathe while crushed under them, but what if that changed? He would slowly suffocate to death with no way of calling out. He willed Vikki to free him, almost begging, but she simply stood there watching as the black trousers of Amy arrived above him and ever so slowly turned and hovered above him. Vikki’s not going to let me out he thought still looking at her, ignoring Amy’s arrival. Can’t you see what’s happening he urged. Please Vik; I can’t live like this he thought as he caught a last look at her uncaring gaze. Vikki’s unmoving, almost content stare disappeared from view as Mark switched his gaze. He now looked up at the material of Amy’s trousers pulling tight around her ass as she bent and lowered. Mark had watched actions like this a million times before but not from this perspective. He had watched girls with nice ass’s sitting on and squashing cushions and found it very arousing, but not this time. The girl above had no idea she was about to sit on an actual person, unknowingly forcing her womanhood on him with such force he was forced 6 inches into high-density foam. She would feel no difference as her ass molded the cushion underneath to her every curve. She thought it was a seat, something to sit on, that’s what it’s there for, to be under her providing her comfort. Why would she even give a second thought to sitting on it? An inch above his cushion he could see the fibers of the material on her crotch as it lowered and moved towards the back of the couch and the side of his face. Contact was made as he looked up between her inner thighs seeing a slight bulge, where her underwear pulled in the fat of her thighs beneath her tight trousers. This was probably an unnoticeable trait in a normal situation but strangely apparent to Mark when it was all but touching his face.
Amy’s face looked straight ahead as the conversation was maintained and the cushion started to give the familiar crumpling feeling as contact was made. The cushion gap disappeared briefly, and then reappeared as the pressure increased and the foam pressed all around his head, neck and upper chest once more as she unknowingly let all her weight press onto him. Deeper and deeper he was forced by the black material of her ass until he found himself looking at the ceiling from in between her legs, his head tilted and compacted from the weight above. Vikki simply carried on the conversation with Amy, not bothering to look at him anymore as he lay there with his forced view of Amy’s most intimate parts. She knows I’m badly squashed in here Mark thought and she’s done absolutely nothing, hell she even watched it happen. His view was blocked intermittently as Amy’s legs rolled the foam above his face and closed the gap. There was a rhythmic feel as she squashed her legs together then parted them, over and over. Something she did without even thinking about but had a noticeable effect from marks point of view. He watched Vikki doing up her coat through the closing and opening of Amy’s thighs as she turned and walked out the door with the 2 other girls following. Mark’s heart dropped like a stone. What’s she doing he thought. She can’t leave me like this, just as his flickering view revealed another 4 legs nudging the cushions, as 2 girls towered above him about to take a seat. Whatever excitement he was feeling turned into fear and dread as she left him trapped inside the couch. She knows what they’re doing to me; she can’t leave me in here forever, can she? How long before the girls sat on him until he suffocated? How long can he go without breath? He thought. He tried to call out, move, do something but simply led there completely still getting swallowed up by the foam again, as the increasing weight of the other girls compacted him into the furniture he was now part of.
Shelly and Sarah sat on the couch as Vikki and the other girl’s left.
“Who’s going out this afternoon then?” asked Amy bouncing her legs lightly as she swished them back and forth
“I’m up for it,” said Shelly
“Me too” said Sarah, and it wasn’t long before the other girls joined them in confirmation. There were various discussions about clothes, showering and getting ready as they headed up stairs to their bedrooms. 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms and 6 girls meant that getting ready was organized with military precision. They had done it now for a couple of days and were getting quite efficient at it. After around 30 minutes Michelle made her way down stairs. As always Michelle was the first ready and trotted down stairs to sort out a taxi for them all.
“Always down to me for this bit” she muttered as she flicked through the cards on the TV cabinet looking for the grounds taxi number. She punched it in on her mobile phone as started explaining the pick up as she slowly moved and stood in front of the couch.
“Hello? Can I get 2 taxis for 3:30? Yes that’s right, in the grounds. Number 39 to return from the clubhouse” Half way through explaining the pickup she sat absently and continued.
“7 o clock returns would be great, thanks, bye,” she said.
She stood up and turned to look in the mirror above the sofa. “Taxi’s booked for half 3 pick up” she shouted as she adjusted her top. Mark loves this outfit she thought. Wonder if he’s out this afternoon? She decided on her black knee length skirt, grey and white striped collared shirt with her hair in a ponytail with thin-rimmed glasses. She liked the glam office look and it suited her long dark hair and pouting features. “Can’t wear this bobble though,” she muttered pulling it out of her hair and producing another from her shirt pocket. She pushed her breasts together so her cleavage was just visible in the open shirt neck. At least these look ok she thought as she kneeled onto the sofa. She shuffled closer to the mirror and turned her head to put the new bobble in her hair. It took a bit of fiddling then finally said, “There that’s better” and stood back up admiring her look in the mirror. She glanced down at her skirt smoothing it and twisted to look at the back and checked her bum. Fine she thought with a few minor adjustments, as Sarah, Amy and Shelly walked into the room.
“That’s nice where did you get that?” Michelle asked Amy as she sat back on the couch. Amy wore a flared knee length tartan skirt with a red polar neck sweater with her blonde hair loosely curled.
“Got this at River Island the other week, does it look ok? She asked, walking towards the mirror pulling at the garments as he walked.
“Really nice, lovely” came the unison response from the other girls. She stopped in front of the couch and had a quick check of herself then turned and disappeared into the kitchen.
“We have to go to the cash point machine,” said Rhianne as she and Sophie entered the room. They both wore similar outfits as they nearly always shopped together. Black tight leggings covered by a long tight top that fell just below the waistline. There were further compliments on how nice each other looked as they moved around the room gathering various items. “How long before the tax is here?” asked Sophie?
“Shouldn’t be long now,” answered Michelle. Amy sat next to Michelle on the couch closely followed by Shelley, in her trademark nylon tights and short skirt combo. It was very effective look though. The taxi’s pulled up outside, beeped and most of the girls filed out. Shelley checked the room to be sure everything was switched off before they left and noticed her jacket on the back of the couch. Skipping over, she knelt on the couch and pulled it on checking how it looked. “Come on Shell”, came the yells from out the front. She then slowly crouched balancing on her toes so her heels didn’t damage the cushions. They would kill me if I did she thought. Remaining crouched, she turned to see the back of the jacket over her bum. When satisfied she wobbled off the couch and bounded out the front door slamming it shut behind her. They were off for an afternoon of fun. Mark was getting more and more scared the longer he stayed. The black material of the thighs above him was now bouncing slightly obscuring his view. He couldn’t hear a thing and hadn’t done since Amy sat down. He was pressed into an all too familiar position deep within the couch. He was compressed like this for only about a minute or so suffering sensory deprivation and thought he was going to go insane when all of a sudden he caught a view of 8 thighs and 4 asses rise above him and move away as they all stood up. The foam around him pushed back to the surface as the cushions reformed above him. He watched them walk away without once acknowledging what they were putting him through.
He could hear them talking about clothes and taxi’s and all sorts and he was confused as to what was going on. Mark was now left on his own. The sounds of running water from upstairs, the music playing and the low thud of the girls feet moving around as he lay there imprisoned. He looked around the room as he willed his limbs to move. Even the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed was unnoticeable. He lay there perfectly still, the quiet ruffling of the foam expanding around him had stopped and he was now completely silent. He was scared now; more scared then he had ever been in his life. He thought about his predicament, the idea that no one was going to talk to him again, hold eye contact with him or even see him. It’s like a nightmare. He was virtually dead to those around him and wondered how long this charade would go on. He felt like crying but couldn’t. He looked at the light above him as it stayed there perfectly still. Examined his field of view what little of it there was. The TV was off and the whole room from his perspective looked odd. He was lower than the coffee table and struggled to see much of the furniture. His thoughts were spiraling him into a kind of depression he hadn’t felt before. Tine went by but how long, 8 maybe 10 songs had played upstairs. 20 minutes 30? He thought about all the things he would never do. Why had she done this to him, the bitch! It is a sick kind of irony how it turned out. Why did he screw around behind her back? Why didn’t he just… It was the stairs emitting a slow thumping sound as someone came down them that interrupted his thoughts. He franticly watched the entrance to the room preying that whoever it was would look directly at him revealing the prank and finally let him out.
It’s Michelle, she knows, he thought as he saw her walk in muttering something. Oh thank god, at last, but she walked straight up to the cabinet by the TV ignoring him. Come on please, thought Mark, as Michelle turned holding something. Tools? Mark thought. She’s picked up tools to release me hasn’t she?
His hopes of release were reduced as she approached not even making eye contact. Mark saw she was looking at something. His hopes disappeared and fear ignited once more when he saw her holding her mobile phone and a business card. From his low level he watched as she engaged in conversation about pick up times as she slowly walked around the coffee table towards him. They’re going out thought Mark. She’s sorting lifts out and the girls have changed their clothes. He watched as she tucked the business card into her breast pocket as conversation commenced. Mark’s gaze darted around as she approached. The destination of the girls became apparent during the phone conversation, but Mark’s attention was now on something else. Mark watched Michelle walk towards him in her stunning new outfit. From his low position she seemed allot taller than normal and he watched her beautiful face as she talked into her phone staring at the floor. She stopped with her legs touching the cushions just above his viewpoint looking down. She was staring right at him. She looked directly where his face was for around 10 seconds and Mark got his hopes up again. Does she really know I’m here? He thought. Mark was terrified and a little excited by the view presented before him. He could see the bulge of the underside of her breasts and the underside of her chin moving as she chatted above him. She shifted her stare elsewhere, half turned and then Mark realized, she had been completely ignoring him, she only saw the cushions. As she turned a little, the bottom of her skirt flared out over Marks hidden face. He caught a glimpse under her skirt as she swayed a little, completely unaware that she exposing herself to him. He looked up her legs until they faded into blackness just above the knee. Suddenly her legs twisted and her whole form turned and lowered in one slow movement as Mark watched on with a mixture of fear and excitement. He watched the material at the back of her skirt crease up under her as she bent down. The tight material stretching around her thighs accentuated the indent between her bum cheeks as her soft padded mass lowered down onto him. It touched the cushion, pressed it down and kept pressing until it was crushing hard onto his face and chest. Again Mark was pressed uncomfortably and unmoving into the foam all around him blotting out light and sound. The foam once again compressing and concealing Marks head and upper torso as she dropped herself onto him. No sooner had he been squashed down, he was suddenly released and his head corrected itself via the foam reforming. Mark looked on as Michelle rose above him and turned to look directly over him. Mark saw her cup her breasts squashing them together and then pull something out of her hair. What’s she looking at? He thought trying to recover from his brief squashing seconds earlier. She fidgeted about with her hair, with her knees touching the cushion Mark was looking up from. She shouted something to the girls upstairs about a pick up time, and then mumbled something to herself. Then, to Mark’s complete horror, she lifted her right knee. Mark watched wide-eyed as her skirt stretched over him as she lifted her leg, revealing to Mark her shapely inner thighs rising up to her scrunched panties far above his head. This view lasted less than a second as his head was then forced violently from side to side as she knelt on the cushion above him. Her knees straddled his face smashing it up and down with each small forward movement. His face was pushed into awkward positions and was badly out of shape as the framework under him creaked with the concentration of force above him. The gap in the cushions was pulled apart allowing Mark more sightline than he had previously. Michelle had stopped moving above him and all was still except for the foam rasping slightly under the heavy compression. Marks face was caught between 2 hugely opposing forces. Michelle’s entire weight on her knees, either side of his face pulling the foam tightly onto him, and the foam trying to force his face back to its original position. The result had Marks face bulging upwards, directly between her knees to about a quarter ways up her thighs. His eyes were half shut from the pressure and his neck and chest were completely crushed under the flattening weight of her knees. His nose was flat and his mouth forced open from the immense crushing. Still Michelle had no idea what she was doing as she pinned the prone prisoner between her knees, cutting off his air supply.
Mark panicked, as this situation was what scared him the most. Any excitement quickly left him as he his mind raced about the need to breath. Michelle, his once girlfriend had his face pinned directly under her, as he looked up her skirt but still she showed no inkling that he was there. How long could he last like this? He looked up inside the skirt that had settled around him, up past the thighs either side of his face and directly into her crotch. Vision was dim due to her skirt falling around his face concealing him from the light above. He could just about make out the bulge in her blue underwear caused by her plump vagina, and also the creases of her ass cheeks, that were not concealed by panty material as they folded under on themselves. Her skirt hugged tightly to her thighs and the material was pulled taught between them. It all wiggled slightly above him until massive movement had him smashed around again, and then he was released back to his original position. As his head returned yet again to its sitting position and he took heart from the fact his very shallow breathing had resumed. His eyes hurt a little from the strain and he blinked them a few times to clear his vision. As he looked up, Michelle was examining her skirt above him as two more people entered the room. I can’t believe this is happening he thought to himself as Michelle started conversation with the girls coming in. It’s unreal what’s going on Mark thought as the girls around him went about their business high above, while he waited silently and unwillingly to be used as their seat. The skirted ass and thighs of Amy folded above him as she quickly dropped back onto his face again and Mark was getting fed up with it all and it had only been 2 hours or so. His vision was gone again as the smooth ass overshadowed his face then pushed him, again, deeply into the foam. No sound could be heard as he lay there with his head and chest pinned and enveloped by the foam, the rest of his body free from compression as yet. Mark lay there as he had done up till now, completely still, even the addition of two further compressions on his body made no difference to his mood. The unmoving, uncaring girls above him pushed him hard into the surrounding foam and he could do nothing but accept it. He tried to listen for sounds but all he got was the quiet rasp of foam on material when the girls shifted slightly. He felt defeated. His low morale was taking its toll and he was feeling depression taking a grip.
The pressure all around him increased slightly then lifted and the foam started its return journey taking him along with it. His sight cushion separated just in time to catch a glimpse of 3 lovely pairs of legs leaving through the front door. His gaze shifted to other areas of the room as the girls left, leaving him to his own thoughts. What the hell is actually going on he thought. He had to get out of this thing, and tried again and again to move any part of his anatomy or make a sound with no success. As he lay there willing movement Mark didn’t even notice the approaching Shelly until she appeared above him. It took him completely by surprise, when suddenly her legs lifted, similar to the action of Michelle. His face was immediately smashed deep into the foam by the weight above him. His eyes were pulled shut by the material tight over his face. There was a rocking and unsteady movement above him when his eyes regained focus and his contorted face bulged up between her ankles. What the hell is going…? Before he could even finish his thoughts he looked up to straining nylon tights inches from his face. Shiny, short-heeled shoes were either side of his head forcing his face up and the girl above crouched over him to check something. The result was her placing her skirt over his face as she crouched, with her ass merely inches above him. Mark looked at the legs either side of his face as they folded, and the shining of the stretchy nylon material containing them. He looked briefly, to the underside of a short skirt that blocked the face of the girl above. Her white panties, pulled out of shape underneath the nylon material encasing them. His head jostled hard to the side as the movement above forced him sideways and deeper into the foam. His vision was blocked by a knee as the framework around him groaned under the pressure. Then everything sprang up as the skirt flicked about and she disappeared from view. The front door slammed leaving
the clubhouse atmosphere had the girls swigging backs the drinks at an impressive pace. They laughed and joked, yelled and screamed as the comedian let rip with a barrage of jokes and sketches. The 2-hour set she performed passed so quickly the girls forgot themselves and decided to re-book the taxi for an hour later. 9 girls in total gathered in a semicircle booth, all very attractive having the time of their lives. Pretty soon they would all be heading back to the rented accommodation to continue the fun, they were students after all. The taxi’s arrived to collect the waiting girls, all a bit worse for wear, and then they were off. Vikki sat in the back of one taxi with Michelle and Amy as Shelly sat in the front. Vikki now held no bad feelings for Michelle because she thought Mark was single. The apologies went back and forth until the blame landed squarely with Mark. The air was cleared and they now looked forward to a night of drink fuelled man hating. The drink often caused Vikki to forget about Mark in his current predicament, and then suddenly something would trigger her thought and she would grin to herself. The car stopped outside the house behind the other 2 taxis and Vikki watched the girls stumble into the house in front of her. Vikki followed the line into the front room as shoes were kicked all over the hallway floor. Music started up thanks to Shelly and Sarah who were sifted through CD’s as Vikki looked for the couch when she entered the room. It was already taken by a bunch of girls who had flopped unceremoniously onto it and various other girls milled about chatting. Vikki smiled to herself then turned and walked into the kitchen to fix a drink. The chatting and music coming from the front room gathered momentum as the night kicked off. Returning to the sitting room, Vikki noticed the couch cushions were completely hidden and crushed from view by a collection of bare legs, short and long skirts, tight trousers and leggings as sometimes, 5 girls squashed onto it. We’re back now Mark, she thought watching the straining material bulging from under the girl’s knees. It took no more than a few minutes for disaster to strike. Vikki had to think on her feet when a loud crack was heard above the room’s ambience. She quickly turned to where it came from and studied the sofa to see what had happened. Kelly and Rachel quickly rose from one of the arms and turned to look at it. There were roars of laughter when they looked at the obscure angle, as it lay broken away from the frame, then the laughter went quite.
“Oh shit I’m sorry,” said Rachel crouching to check the damage as the other girls stood and gathered around to have a look. What she didn’t realize was, it probably wasn’t her weight that caused the damage, but the frame modifications carried out by Vikki. The girls glanced at Vikki for a reaction when she hurried to examine the damage and see if Mark was exposed.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get it replaced. Must be defective or something. Let’s get it out of here it?” She said realizing Mark was still concealed by the foam around him.
“Yeah don’t worry Rachel”, the other girls said realizing the look of embarrassment and guilt on Rachel’s face.
“We can sit on the floor again, there’s no harm done” said Amy
“We are used to that anyway” some of them laughed as they stood around the sofa getting ready to move it.
“Yeah, let’s get it into the hall out of our way, if we’re not using it”
The couch was dragged into the hallway as Vikki said she would sort out a replacement as soon as possible. With the room free of the defective furniture the games began and the mood lightened once more. Vikki pondered what to do about the furniture in the hallway as a game of charades commenced. Something would have to be done soon she thought, I can’t afford to have Mark discovered, nor be thrown away. Vikki was strangely subdued during the evening as she struggled to arrive at a plan of action, but nothing the girls noticed. She eventually decided that tomorrow she would have to get the sofa back to her house for modifications and repair. With a plan in place she eventually got back into the spirit of the evening and joined in the games. She still occasionally thought about how scared Mark must be right now.
Before the girls retired for the evening Vikki took the chance to ask for assistance in getting the sofa back to the garage.
“Can’t a replacement be brought straight here?” asked Shelly
“Suppose, but I couldn’t claim off the warranty if it wasn’t in my possession” replied Vikki, happy with the quick response
“We’ve only just got it, oh well, ok for the morning girls?” Asked Michelle
There came a mumbled agreement from the girls, as they look set to head off to bed. Early Start for me thought Vikki planning a day in the confines of her garage. Mark drifted off to sleep in his foam tomb not long after the girls left. His thoughts were dropping his moral by the second so he decided to give in to it. His sleep was very deep and undisturbed which was unusual as he normally slept light. It wasn’t until a knocking sound in the hallway roused him from his slumber. His eyes struggled to focus when he heard an audible drone of girls voices, too many to single out. The light above him came on and stung his eyes, just as it was blocked out by a blurry figure. Before he had chance to come around fully, he was immediately smashed into the foam around him by an increasing mass above him. Not again thought Mark as he was compressed into his foam grip and sight and sound was once again blocked out. He lay there for what seemed like an eternity wondering about his need for breath and who was above him crushing him. The framework around him gave the familiar groan of stress, as the unforgiving weight above remained, and then suddenly there was a very load crack right by his head and his head shifted slightly. His heart nearly stopped as he wondered what the hell had happened. There was a sudden release of pressure from above as he watched a shapely ass with a pair of thighs just touching, slowly rise above him. The tight nylon material and white knickers that was planted over his face seconds earlier rose above him then lowered again as the girl crouched by his side. He bounced back to his regular position as Shelley’s lovely face came into view less than 6 away as she leaned an arm over his face lightly pressing down. He could see the other girls examining something just behind his head, and hoped that he was revealed. He heard a burst of laughter and a discussion about the arm of the couch that had broken loose and Marks heart sank when realized, he still wasn’t discovered. Please, someone must notice something odd about the couch thought Mark hoping a small detail to be discovered. His face was pressed slightly by Shelley’s hand as she stood up and the conversation turned to getting the sofa into the hallway out of the way. Mark heard the conversation above him talking about a replacement and fear ran right through his body. That’s it, he thought, the end; I’ll be thrown away. The stunning faces and breasts above him jostled around as he was pulled into the Hallway and then abandoned. He caught glimpse up their skirts as they moved close to the cushion revealing their knees and smooth thighs meeting at the underside of concealed underwear. The girls left for the front room and closed the door, as Mark stared into the dark hallway above. He listened to the mumbling conversation and laughter in the other room. His mind was racing with thoughts about dying inside this prison and the possible ways it could happen. Hell, he tried hard not to think about it but what else could he do? He had brought this on himself. Now and again one or two of the girls opened the sitting room door and bumped passed him on their way to the bathroom. He saw the shadowy forms pass by, ignoring him as he lay there below them, lost in thoughts of regret.
A while later Mark heard the front door opening and closing. A few farewells could be heard as some of the girl’s yelled goodbyes to each other. A drum of girl’s feet above him hammered out as they headed up to the bedrooms. There were various faint bumps then eventually silence. Mark lay there listening to the silence contemplating his end. Probably tomorrow he thought, more terrified than he has ever been before. He pitied himself, regretted life’s decisions, cursed Vikki, looked back on good times and also prayed a little before sleep finally consumed him. Vikki, Rachel and Kelley said their farewells as they left the house and headed on home, leaving Mark with the girls in his abandoned state. Vikki departed from the other girls at the taxi rank a few yard from her house and proceeded straight home. With her mind racing with thoughts of being found out she headed into the garage. If Mark gets found she thought, then a toxicology report would land me right in it. Vikki needed to sort this out as soon as possible. She hunted around the garage for the equipment she needed and then stopped, grinning, as decided on an additional item for the repair. She wondered if her new idea would work. She was going to do this first off, but couldn’t get the required items in time. She could just let him out, but she had to have a go at the new repair first, if it still proved too risky she would let him out. What could he do? Who could he tell? Who would believe him anyway? She needed to pop into the lab early tomorrow for the new items. It was closed on Sunday’s, which was perfect. No questions asked since she had her own keycards. After gathering all she needed for Sundays task, she then headed up stairs, confident that it would all work out ok, but not for Mark. He was being made to pay.
The arrangements were made for the sofa pick up and the girls were a great help, as they were before and dropped it off at Vikki’s garage quite early. After thanking the girls and giving it the once over, Vikki headed off to the lab. After a successful pick up she was soon heading home with two rather large items on the back seat of her car. On arrival home, she heaved the items into the garage glancing nervously around as she pulled the roller door shut behind her. “Long time no see,” she mocked walking around the front of the couch. She knelt and placed her hand underneath the base and released a dozen or so clasps that locked the base to the top section.
“Seems I made a mistake,” she said making sure the clasps were free.
“I wondered about the thickness of the new frame and it turned out I was right, should make for an interesting repair though,” she said, standing up and tugging upwards at the couch cushions slowly wriggling the top section loose. With a little glance around, to be sure she was alone with no prying eyes; she heaved the top section off the base and onto its side. Just below knee height, lay a rectangle block of foam on a wooden base with two small cut outs showing glancing human eyes just beneath them.
“Fancy seeing you here” mocked Vikki removing some smaller sections of foam from his cocoon while looking down at him. All that remained on his form now was the clasps and straps pulling tightly on a cylindrical foam shape.
“Lets get this show on the road then shall we,” said Vikki turning to work on the top section.
She hummed away, removing sections of the existing frame and gathering the original framework from the back of the garage.
“You see, I couldn’t fit you in with the original framework. The foam around you would be too thin and we couldn’t have you discovered could we?”
She busied herself with her back to Mark as she continued “Now I’m going to try putting the original frame back in and fitting you inside it. Might not work but I’ve got something that might help.” After a fair bit of time and effort she pushed the top of the sofa up to Mark to show him what she’d done.
“See, I’ve removed the cushion foam along with all the additional foam I put in with you before. You see this?” she said pointing to the silver urns at her side
“This is the new, High Dens Solid foam I borrowed from work”, she said with a hint of pride.
“This should be ideal, so long as it doesn’t leak out before it sets. Stuff gets everywhere otherwise”
She looked down at Marks cocoon and bent releasing the clasps holding him a little and the foam around him slid apart a little misaligning his sight holes. She forced a large section of foam under his body as she continued; “I’ve got to lift you up just enough so you’re up inside the cushion space” she said wedging some more foam under Mark.
“Now the only way to see if my idea works is to try it,” Her voice strained a little as she yanked and pulled on marks body to get him into position on the thick foam base. She bent over his body as she pulled the straps tight again sealing him tight inside his cocoon again. “In case you’re wondering, I could let you out because then I’d be lumbered with a lifeless body that I would still have to hide or…. Dispose of.” she said pushing the foam on his face around until she aligned the darting eyes with the sight holes.
“See, the biggest problem I had, was how do I use the original frame with so little room for you?” She said matter of fact like. “Well, let me explain. This here, in its liquid state is foam.” She said, laying her hand out like a game show girl showing a prize, then continued, “As it sets it expands, it hardens similar to that of high density foam but it’s perfectly clear like glass. It has the same properties though to the foam you’ll find in, let’s say, sofas and seats.” She said, moving closer to Mark as she explained the last bit of the plan to him. “I’m hoping I can use this so you and the original frame all fit seamlessly together. Not sure about you being inside the cushion space though, just have to worry about that when it comes. Don’t worry; you should be able to breathe through the foam ok, but not sure if it gets sat on.” This was a wind up of course, as she knew the foam was superb at allowing the passing of air and the complete blocking of moisture. This was one of its key features. She noticed his eyes darting from side to side as she taunted, “Ooh, what if it works Mark?” she asked leaning closer to his face. She was enjoying her power over him and decided to beat him down mentally. As he lay there listening to her plans of encase him in Foam she continued, “You thought it was hard work before, that will be nothing if this idea works” No cushion protection for you” She stated turning to the top section and sliding it towards the base. She stood and glanced down at his frame then sympathetically cooed,
“If you don’t want to go through with this Mark, just say,” she said, holding the top section on its side above him.
“Oh, ok then, your choice” she said lowering it down over the base. She took care not to catch the framework as she lowered it bit by bit and had to slide it on and shuffle it down until it securely hit the base. She noticed the cushion material sagging down onto Mark just beneath it and felt around for Mark’s sight holes. Producing a pin and pulling the material up she pierced the material several times above his eyes to provide a clear sight. “There, can’t have you blinded in there can we? She said letting the material drop.” Christ She thought, there’s barley any room between Mark and the surface of the seat. Vikki doubted whether her plan really would work. She quickly pulled the urn towards the couch curious about the outcome.
Time was running out now, as the girls would be back in half an hour.
Vikki had told the girls she had another sofa coming this morning and to check back to see if it had turned up. She grabbed the battery drill and made a hole in the back of the base, out of sight and just above Marks prone figure. She then inserted the feed pipe from the urn. The pressure gauge was adjusted to minimum, as she only planned to partially fill the cavities in the couch. She hoped the foam would expand and do the rest. “Ready Mark?” she said placing a finger and thumb over both his eyeholes, “I need to know when it’s full” she said, feeling the little indents in the foam directly beneath the material and resting her fingers on them. As soon as she felt the foam push her fingers up, then she would stop. “Here we go” she muttered and flicked the fill switch.
Vikki felt the small vibration from the pump at her side and watched the pipe fill with foam. It quickly disappeared into the couch as Vikki asked, “can you feel it yet?” not expecting a response. She patiently crouched by the pump waiting for her fingers to rise. It didn’t take long before Vikki felt a little push on her fingers and quickly prodded along the cushions to check dispersion. Upon feeling the jelly like material underneath the length of the seating space she turned the pump off and checked for leaks.
