James was forced to stay on that large expanse of chair for what seemed like hours. The wetness had dried out to a sticky residue that made him feel sick every time he thought about it too long. He was constantly getting stuck to the leather and decided, with utter humiliation, that the only solution was to lick himself clean. Near gagging with every lick, James looked up, and tears formed in his eyes as a naked Alisha re-entered the room with the obvious intention of sitting down to pull on her socks. He knew where she would sit...

Alisha hovered over the chair, a little hurt that James wasn't answering her phonecalls. She grabbed a pair of socks from the dresser, and sat down to put them on. James screamed and made a futile attempt to shield himself from the giant ass that was zoning in on him with frightening speed. He fell over in shock, and was engulfed in darkness. Trapped between her ass-cheeks, James struggled. There was almost no air, and James began to feel light-headed, his attempts to escape becoming more and more feeble as he realised he was going to die.


Alisha leaned forward to the nearby dresser to grab a pair of panties. Black silk French knickers - James's favourite pair. James gasped in the clean oxygen and stumbled to his feet, desperate to escape. Alisha thought briefly about being abandoned by James, and sat down in a huff. James looked up and soon realised that standing up was his biggest mistake. Alisha's cheeks were slightly parted and poor James was forced into Alisha's anus as she sat.


James couldn't believe the nightmare he was trapped in. He stretched out his arms, trying to estimate the amount of space he had. The soft tissue in her anus felt like silk to James, but he jerked his hand back in disgust as he realised that he was now covered in shit. His screams were muffled - not that anyone could hear him regardless. He tried to squirm his way down and escape the way he got in, but Alisha stood, tightening her passage, threatening to break every bone in James's tiny body. His face went red and then white, as he felt an ankle twisted almost to the point of snapping. He banged his fists against the walls surrounding him, desperate for an escape.


Alisha felt what could only be described as a ticklish itch. She bent over to step into her underwear, until it became somewhat impossible to ignore. Stopping when her knickers were just at her thighs, Alisha spread a cheek with her hand and scratched delicately around her puckered anus. This was James's chance. Using his slimy hands, he managed to push himself out of Alisha, landing with a soft bounce into Alisha's knickers.

Tears of joy formed in his eyes, and he smiled in relief. Rolling around in her underwear seemed to smear most of the dirt off, although the smell was bordering on unbearable. James's nausea threatened to spill out, just seconds before Alisha jerked her underwear the rest of the way up, pressing James firmly against her ass cheek. She proceeded to pull on the rest of her clothes - a pair of tight jeans and her jogging hoodie.
James, baking warm and close to suffocation had a problem. He was trapped.