Fux And The Girl In The Box - part 1
I don’t know how long I lay in the hot tub. I must have dozed a bit because I woke and saw the sun shining through and judged it to be about 2 in the afternoon. My time in this den of fleshly delights and pure overindulgence was nearing an end and I still had one more door yet to investigate. I wondered how the other “winners” had fared. Probably better than I, though I was feeling much better after the long soak and the short nap.
I dried myself off and eschewed the robe since my fur provides all the warmth I need. I am not overly fond of water but those humans really did seem to think in important and my sore muscles needed the soak.
I went back into the main drawing room and noticed yet another tray set with a light lunch. Well the staff here was effecient and I would need my strength before trying the next door. I realized that it was not required I could leave at any time but curiosity is my weakness. I simply had to know what was there. It surely could not top all that I had seen and done this morning.
After I finished the light meal I was feeling much more my old self though still drained and probably incapable of an erection. There is only so much a cat can take. I straightened up and marched up to the door labeled number 1 - the only “prize” remaining. I opened the door up carefully peeking in first before stepping in. It seemed to be a living area. It could have come from any middle class home. There was a sofa, a little bar area a coffee table, and a couple of easy chairs and some lamps. Nothing else nothing moved in there. Confident the blonde coed would not pop out from behind the couch (well mostly confident) and demand I “do” her again, I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. If there was a prize in here then I guess I was expected to locate it.
I gave the room a more thorough inspection after I was inside. The carpeting was 
plush and suggested a lot more money than a typical middle class home would have to spend. The furnishings as well looked for more ornate and expensive but still the overall look was done well. The only thing out of place was the coffee table. It appeared to be clear plastic. Everything else in the room was wood. I made my way across the room to give it a closer look.
The closer I drew to the sofa and the suspect coffee table the more alarmed I became. It did not fit that was true it was higher than the edge of the sofa and not long enough to really be appropriate. About three feet from this clear plastic container I stopped and rubbed my eyes. I learned in psychology class that we don’t really see everything. Our mind fills in the blanks with things that are expected. I called this a coffee table because it was where a coffee table should 
be and more or less the same shape and height but as I drew closer I realized it was not - it was a box. Inside the box was a girl. NO I do not mean a big box I mean one about three foot long by two feet wide. This girl was crammed inside there her knees beside her ears her legs twisted impossibly and her arms at odd angles. She was also totally naked. I wondered if she was dead but her eyes opened and she smiled and me. She licked the air with a broad flat pierced tongue and waggled one hand (there wasn’t much room in that box at all) at me. She was extraordinarily cheery for someone so confined and looking broken.
Ok, so I am a loser. I did not immediately think to release this girl but was instead trying to figure out how on earth they got there in there and why she seemed so happy. Trust me if someone broke my arm and legs and twisted them up that way 
(that’s the only way mine would manage to get at those angles) then I would be far from cheery. I did notice though there was a latch on the top of the box obviously where they had put her in there and how I could release her. I reached the box and undid the latch and released it finally. The girl whom I was watching seemed to uncoil in the box her head rising upward her limbs untwisting and straightening until she stood before me. She was a petite little thing - short in stature and small breasted and appeared not only totally unharmed but quite happy. She gave me a resounding smack on the lips her soft lips warm and moist against mine and then smiled and plopped down on the floor in the most astounding position I had ever seen anyone take voluntarily. She was seated as anyone might be on the floor but her legs were crossed over each other at the thighs and each foot was beside the opposite hip it belonged to. I winced just watching her though she seemed perfectly at ease and was watching me with bright eyes.
“Miss? Are you sure you are ok sitting like that and how did you get in the box?”
“The box is mine.” She said brightly and I am just fine like this I am a really flexible girl.
“Well wouldn’t you have suffocated had I not let you out?” I said beginning to feel outraged that anyone could treat a girl so badly.
“Don’t be silly. The box is mine there is a latch on the inside and I do rather like it in there all cozy and comfy.”