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- We had done about everything we could think of with Jane. After
- only 3 years, she had been modified and manipulated in every way
- imaginable. As I admired her rigid body, listening to her subtle
- whimpering beneath the inflated bladder stretching her jaws, I
- couldn't help but feel sad that I wouldn't have her to torture any
- longer. Three years ago, when she had written me with her interest in
- becoming the ultimate bondage toy, I hadn't believed someone like her
- existed. But after many months of conversation, we finally met, and I
- realized that she was for real. Only 19 years old when she arrived,
- she was impressive. Only 5'6", she already had massive breasts,
- measuring a delightful 38D. On such a small frame, they stood out
- dramatically. She was rather proud of them, wearing a tight t-shirt on
- our first meeting, with hip hugger shorts and a bare stomach. I was
- still certain she would back out at the last minute, but she eagerly
- signed the contract giving her life to me, then drinking the potion I
- had set out. Within seconds she was asleep.
- It only took a few minutes to throw her tiny form over my
- shoulder and carry her down to the dungeon. Already a large house
- nestled in the woods, I had built an equally large dungeon
- underground. The long, stone steps were foreboding to strangers, as
- were the dark walls and sounds of dripping water in the distance.
- Setting Jane on the floor of the primary chamber, I undressed her,
- then lifted her onto the chair. Her ass settled on two flat bars,
- leaving her entire crotch accessible. Legs stretched out in a dramatic
- V, parallel with the floor, while her arms strapped behind her at
- wrist and elbow, then attached to an upright bar. Her head bent back,
- resting in two thin half bands that held her at the base of the skull
- and toward the top of her head. Thin straps extended from these, one
- circling her chin with the other reaching around her forehead. Once
- tightened, her head bent back sharply, forcing her to face up. When
- she woke, she would be able to see herself clearly through the large
- mirror suspended above her. I wanted her to see everything that was
- happening to her. An added attachment connected to the lower band and
- stretched over her mouth. I reached in to pull out her tongue, then
- fit it between two serrated pieces, clamping them down tight, holding
- her tongue out of her mouth. Two rubber wedges at the back of her
- teeth held her mouth open wide. I stepped to the back of the chair and
- began cranking the two dull spikes. They touched her skin on either
- side of her spine, at mid-back. Though not sharp, they were
- uncomfortable, and served the purpose of slowly forcing her chest out,
- while stretching her body. The pain of the metal pressed hard against
- her back brought her eyes open wide and a scream from her throat. I
- watched out of the corner of my eye as her eyes darted about the room
- in fear, trying to assess the situation. I ignored her, actually
- humming as I worked, positioning the dildo penetrator beneath her
- exposed anus. Greasing it, I cranked the dial until the pointed tip
- began to press past her sphincter. She jumped at the sensation, which
- told me she had too much slack. I stepped behind her again and gave
- the spikes a few extra turns, grinding their dull points harder
- against her sensitive back and creating a wail from her throat. The
- result was to force her large tits out further, and to remove her
- ability to move at all. I returned to the dildo, making sure it was
- lined up, then flipped a switch. For a second nothing happened, then
- suddenly, the dildo shoved it's 6 inch length deep into her ass. Jane
- screamed out loud, tears beginning to spill down her cheeks as the
- dildo extracted slowly, then plunged itself deep once more. The
- sequence was random and would continue unrelented until I shut it off.
- I figured a few days of anal raping by the machine would soften her
- will.
- As I returned to her face, I avoided eye contact. I could see
- without looking that she was terrified. After all our conversation
- about these and the coming events, I could tell she wasn't quite
- prepared for the reality of the situation. With a pair of scissors, I
- began to cut off her long blonde hair, letting it pool around my feet.
- Soon her head was stubble. I stepped to the side and rolled over the
- silver tray loaded with shaving cream and a razor, then applied the
- foam to her head and proceeded to shave her. Despite the attack waged
- on her ass, I could tell she was more disturbed by the shaving. She
- watched as I ran the razor over her head, removing the last bits of
- hair. Soon, she was completely bald. After wiping her dry, I took a
- pair of latex exam gloves from the tray, pulled them on, then squeezed
- a liberal amount of gel from a small tube onto my palm. Rubbing it
- across both hands, I touched her head, smearing the brownish substance
- across her bear head. The chemical stung as it attacked the hair
- follicles, though the pain couldn't have been anything compared to the
- dildo. I looked down to see it was in heavy pump mode, forcing the
- dildo deep in, then extracting it quickly, only to shove it back in.
- It was like a good hard fucking. She closed her eyes, squeezing tears
- onto her face, as she felt her baldness become permanent.
- Shaving her eyebrows, then plucking her eyelashes was easier. I
- coated two eye patches with the strong depilatory, then placed them
- over her eyes, forcing them shut. I stepped around her and sat on a
- stool in front of her pussy, then spread more depilatory over her
- shaved crotch. I had to stop the machine for a second as I coated her
- ass with the same gel. It only took a moment and soon the machine was
- back in action. Pulling the gloves off and depositing them into the
- trash, I took another tray and selected a thick needle. I removed the
- eye patches, wiping her eyelids clean as well, then allowed her see
- see the sharp device I held. Her tongue was already pulled out, but a
- few turns of a small crank pulled it out even further. I again avoided
- eye contact as I lifted the huge needle and without pause, shoved it
- through her tongue, near the tip. A blood curdling scream rose from
- her throat as blood ran down her throat from the hole. I grabbed a
- fairly large ring from the tray and fit it through, clicking the
- locking ends together to form a seamless shape.
- After 30 minutes, I had completed her piercings. In addition to
- the front ring, I had pierced a series of holes down both sides of her
- tongue, placing smaller rings there. A large nose ring now dangled
- from her septum. Both nipples had a ring at the base and a rod through
- the middle, while her clit sported two rings; a larger one behind her
- clit, and a thick yet small ring through the middle of her clit. She
- had watched the entire process, simply grunting as each needle
- penetrated her flesh, moaning slightly as each ring clicked together
- in permanence. I stood back, admiring her modifications. I wasn't sure
- if I would like the image of the hairless creature before me. But now,
- as the rings sparkled from her flesh, her face seemingly featureless
- without eyebrows or hair, her body contorted by the bondage and
- spikes, I smiled. I knew I was going to enjoy this immensely. I walked
- behind Jane, then leaned in to her ear.
- "Welcome to the rest of your life," I whispered. I left her then,
- letting the ass fucking continue as she felt the first pangs of regret
- for her decision.
- For the years she served me as a slave, I rarely ever again got
- the impression that she hated her life. I think she learned that she
- was forever modified now, and would never return to normal existence.
- Despite my observation, I continued on with the plan we had made
- before she arrived. She had asked for some very specific punishments,
- and I happily complied. Now, she stood before me as she had so often,
- and I couldn't help but wonder if she regretted her decision. Even if
- she had been given the opportunity to be released, she wouldn't be
- able to live a normal life. From that first day she arrived until this
- very morning, I had injected growth hormones into her breasts. Her
- formerly 38D breasts were now an amazing 44HH. They were perfectly
- shaped, for breasts, firm and perky, but just amazingly huge. To
- compliment this, she now wore a permanent, spring steel corset. A
- surgeon had removed her two lower ribs to enable her current size. I
- stepped up to her and placed my hands around her waist. My fingers not
- only touched but overlapped slightly. For over a year now her breath
- had been forced into a shallow pant, her lungs unable to fill
- completely. Her mouth was gagged with an inflatable bladder, bulging
- her cheeks out dramatically. The look seemed to go with her inflated
- lips. A series of collagen injections had created the look of a sex
- doll. My guests had enjoyed the bizarre image of a woman at parties,
- her face painted and a gaudy wig over her bald head. I looked up to
- her, catching her eyes for the first time in months.
- "You know what day this is?" She shook her head slightly, fear
- filling her eyes. "Well, this is the day you get boxed." I watched as
- she began to cry, knowing exactly what I meant. "Remember, you asked
- for this and, as you can tell by the time you've spent with me, I've
- done everything you asked for, haven't I?" She gave a slight nod, her
- eyes dipping in resignation. She knew that I was not going to waver
- from her own plan, regardless of how she felt about it now. "I can
- tell by your response that you've changed your mind?" She lifted her
- eyes again, a look of pleading. "Perhaps I shouldn't do this?" Again,
- a nod, as emphatic as possible with the posture collar on her neck.
- "Well, I'm sorry to say, but you chose your own fate," I smiled
- at her face as she realized her fate was sealed.
- The box was only 4 feet long, 3 feet tall and 3 feet across, made
- of 1/2 inch riveted steel . As I led Jane to it, her eyes grew wide in
- panic. The thought of the box and the reality was almost too much for
- he to handle. She began to struggle, trying to pull away despite the
- chain that I held, connect to her nose ring. My newest slave Monica, a
- young brunette, helped hold her as I pushed her to her knees. As was
- customary, Jane was naked except for her corset, the ballet shoes she
- had learned to walk in, and the bondage that held her arms in place.
- She hadn't had use of her hands for nearly 2 years now. I had wrapped
- them up in tiny rubber balls, and then trained her arms to fold into a
- reverse prayer, until they were strapped behind her in permanent
- fashion.
- We finally got her to the ground and I spread her legs, removing
- the inflatable dildos in her pussy and ass. Attaching a rubber strap
- to the front of her corset, I let it rest on the floor as Monica
- handed me the first dildo. The steel shapes were hollow in the middle,
- with stiff tubes and wires extending out of them. Greasing the tip, I
- slipped the steel phallus up Jane's stretched ass until the retaining
- ring wedged into place. The second, larger dildo fit into her pussy
- nicely. I made sure the dildos were positioned well, then slipped a
- thin metal probe into her urethra. In order, I pulled the strap up
- between her legs, fitting a tube through the designated hole, then
- moved to the next, until I stretched the thick rubber up to meet the
- back of the corset. We rolled her onto her back and I grasped her
- face. The breathing tubes pressed into each nostril until I was
- certain they were seated in her lungs. With a combination of wax and
- glue, I filled the gaps around the tubes in her nostrils so she could
- only breath through the tubes. Attaching a bulb to her gag, I deflated
- and removed it. Almost immediately, Jane tried to speak. The rings
- through her tongue had made it difficult for her to talk since her
- first day, an activity I discouraged anyway. But now, her fate on the
- line, she began to panic.
- "Masssa! Peese! Ah don wanna ga an u box! Peese, na, peese! Ah
- beg ya. Peese!!" Her pleading continued in her bizarre broken English,
- the metal from her rings clicking off her teeth. I looked down at her
- and smiled.
- "Of course you're going in the box, Jane," I said sweetly. "Do
- you remember when you made me promise that no matter what you said, I
- would go through with the plan? Well, I'm not going to break my
- promise." My words brought a stream of new tears, a morbid wail from
- her throat and a new round of thrashing. But her restricted body was
- no match for my slave and I. Monica simply sat on her tiny waist as I
- took her head again and began to push a much larger tube down her
- throat. Her eyes, large with terror, watched me as the tube hit the
- back of her throat.
- "Now be a good girl and swallow, Jane," I said. Reflexively she
- did, and the tube slid into her stomach. Once I was sure it rested in
- the proper position, I took the rubber bladder Monica held, slipping
- the rigid middle over the tube, then pressed the rest of the bladder
- into her mouth. The middle section held the feeding tube firm,
- pressing against the top of her throat. Monica offered the injection
- gun, which I fit on the inflation nipple. Slowly, I squeezed the epoxy
- into the bladder. I had to reload the gun a second time, but after a
- short time, I couldn't fit anymore into the rubber. Jane's cheeks
- bulged from the pressure of the liquid filled pouch in her mouth.
- "That's epoxy filling your mouth now, Jane," I said. "It'll dry
- in a few minutes into a solid mass." The feeding tube still stuck out
- from the middle of her cartoon lips. I capped it off and moved to
- Jane's ears. Small speakers fit deep into them. Tilting her to the
- side, I filled up the rest of her ear canal with wax, blocking off all
- sound. Once her other ear was done as well, Jane could no longer hear
- at all. I stepped over to a control station and flipped on the
- microphone so she could hear us.
- We flipped her onto her chest, then I attached a chain to her
- right ankle. Stretching it up with all my strength, I attached the
- other end to a ring on the band just above her left elbow. Her ballet
- shoe nearly touched her elbows now. After attaching her left leg in
- the same manner, I admired how her body was bent backward into a
- severe arch. Pulling her legs so severely up her back not only created
- a painful U shape with her body, but also forced her shoulders back
- even further, creating a constant ache that added to the dull pain she
- already felt from her arm bondage. A spreader bar was placed between
- her knees, holding her legs apart.
- We lifted her rigidly bound body into the box. With the harsh
- bend her body was held in, she fit nearly perfectly, her forehead just
- touching the front of the box with her knees an inch or two from the
- end. Though I couldn't hear her, I could tell that Jane was terror
- stricken, both from the intensity of the hogtie as well as the coming
- event that she both had begged for, and now dreaded. I grabbed the
- heavy hood from the table and laid down low, so Jane could see me.
- "Well, this is it, Jane," I said. "Once I put this hood on you,
- you'll be able to see yourself from that camera above." I motioned to
- a camera above the room. "I hope you enjoy your ultimate fantasy. I've
- had a lot of fun torturing and playing with you, but I guess it's time
- to finish your request." I stretched the hood over her face, covering
- the torrent of tears pouring down her cheeks, and the sobs that could
- just be heard through the rock solid gag.
- With the hood stretched over her hairless scalp. I made sure all
- the tubes escaped cleanly, then ensured the goggles built in were
- positioned over her eyes. Tiny lcd monitors would now be showing a
- bird's eye view of the room to Jane, so she could watch the final
- preparations. Once the hood was laced and strapped into a skin tight
- fit, I placed a heavy leather head harness over it, pulling it
- painfully tight. Another length of chain attached to a ring at the top
- of her head, and I pulled it hard, forcing her head back dramatically,
- until the chain reached the band holding her elbows together. Now,
- Jane fit in the box perfectly, a good 2 inch gap at both ends, with
- plenty of room on the sides and top. As Monica fed the rigid tubes out
- a hole on the end, I considered Jane's bondage. For any other slave,
- this would be incredibly severe. For Jane, I'm sure it was as well.
- But considering her fate, it seemed the right thing to lock her in
- some painful position. Monica nodded to me. Jane was ready.
- I extended the angled trough over Jane, then threw the lever. The
- thick substance flowed out and over Jane, slowly filling the box
- around her. I could see her trying to move, perhaps to escape, as the
- cement began to fill the box. I looked up to the camera and smiled.
- "Isn't it great to be able to see your own encasement? I bet you
- can feel the cement surrounding you, pressing against you." I looked
- back to the box and adjusted the flow of the feeder to make sure it
- was even. Within in seconds, the box was filled, the last evident of
- Jane soon covered in a smooth layer of liquid cement. I stepped to the
- box, reaching my arm into the cement to grab hold of one of Jane's
- nipple rings. I twisted it merciliously, knowing that she was
- screaming in pain, but no evidence of her reaction could be seen.
- "That's the last time you will ever be touched by anyone, ever,"
- I said to the camera. "Once the cement sets, it will lock you in that
- rigid position for eternity, Jane."
- Monica had hooked Jane's breathing, feeding and crotch tubes up
- to the control machine, along with the accompanying wires. Jane was
- breathing heavily, or more so than usual, as she felt the weight
- around and upon her. I taped the keyboard and the machine activated an
- enema. Quickly, Jane's ass was filled with a huge dose of ice-cold
- water. I figured the added pressure on the inside would only add to
- the feeling of pressure on the outside. I turned again and waved at
- the camera, knowing that Jane's panic and agony would only be
- increased by my casual attitude.
- After 12 hours, the cement was fairly solid, with Jane embedded
- inside.
- "Well, Jane, the cement is pretty much solid now," I said to the
- camera again, as I pressed against the solid mass in the box. "You're
- probably feeling the weight of all the stuff on you, and maybe even
- panicking a bit because you find yourself absolutely immobile. Well
- guess what? That's how you'll be forever now." The concept excited me,
- and though I could easily remind myself that a live girl was locked
- inside, the fun for me was largely over. With Monica's help, we lifted
- the steel top onto the box, and I riveted into place. With a large
- winch, we lifted the box to the pit I had dug in the room, slowly
- lowering the concrete and steel box into the bottom. The hole was
- nearly 10 feet deep, already lined with concrete itself. The box
- looked small at the bottom. We fit the tubing and wires into a PVC
- sleeve, and I began to fill the hole with more cement.
- It took a week for the cement to dry over the box, but I had
- already covered it with dirt, then fit the flooring back over the
- hole. For most of my guests and many of my slaves, they would never
- know the difference. Monica enjoyed keeping track of the machine.
- Though I had trouble imagining Jane as a real person any longer, she
- seemed to love tormenting Jane's unseen and forever entombed body.
- Considering Jane's condition, I put no limits on her punishment. I'd
- often come into the room days after Monica had been allowed to play,
- and found the controls set in some extreme level of torment. With the
- combination of enema torture and the ability to deliver electrical
- shocks to pussy, ass and urethra, Monica had found some inventive ways
- to punish Jane. Often, she would forget to feed her for days, and I
- felt like I was scolding a child about their pet.
- The truth of the matter was one day we would all tire of her. The
- time would come when, as she had requested long ago, her pussy, ass,
- urethra, and stomach would be filled with cement as well, sealing her
- completely in her tiny coffin, beneath the ton of concrete that now
- rested above her.
- As I watched Monica giggle at a new found combination at the maching,
- I began to wonder who might be next.
- The End
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