Cemented

 M+F+/f, S/M, mod, hair, cons,

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Although there is discussion of a snuff film in the story, this is NOT a snuff story. If you need to be reassured, go to the last part of the story and you will find the heroine riding off to new and better adventures. The author is well aware that some folks really don't like snuff (personally, I think it is a waste) and so I am going to extra lengths to appeal to your curiosity.

Cemented.

By

Fetterer

Chapter 1

The man was anxious. He knew about the group's preparations for a snuff film and he was determined to prevent the ultimate outcome. He couldn't do much to prevent what would happen to the woman in the lead-up and frankly, he wasn't too sure he really wanted to.

The "Group" was a collection of men and women who had made several fake snuff films. A few in the group, including him, had acted in previous films and he had belonged to the group for a long time. He would, and had, beaten a woman bloody, nailed tits to a board and branded them but he drew the line at murder.

Valerie, the woman who would be involved in the proposed snuff film, was thirty-nine years old and a widow left with nearly nothing when her husband died. She had two kids she wanted to go to college but knew she'd never be able to finance their education. Additionally, the family home was in danger of foreclosure by the bank. She worked hard but couldn't get ahead and was very discouraged.

She answered an unusual advertisement on a fetish website and, subsequently, a meeting with a couple women and some men was set up, She couldn't see them but she had noticed two different female voices; she couldn't count the men. The security arrangements were explained away so that she would never know any of the people who engaged her. After some careful questioning, and a huge pause, Valerie acknowledged that she understood the offer might involve her death. One of the men interviewing her cleared any uncertainty by assuring her that it was not a case of might but absolutely would involve her death.

Over a period of a few weeks, the Group made arrangements so her kids would have enough money to go to college and the house would be paid off and put in their names. She also arranged for an old school chum who was an attorney to be administrator of her will and guardian to the boys if anything ever happened to her.

Preparations for the event took time but finally all was ready and she had prepared herself in ways that, under different circumstances, she would never have done. Her many new piercings were a case in point. She knew women who had their nipples pierced but she would never have thought of having it done herself. Afterwards, looking in the mirror, she had to admit they were very attractive. But getting it done had hurt like a bitch because the group had insisted on larger than average rings, which meant a larger hole and that hurt more. Most women would have begun with smaller holes and worked their way up but she didn't have the time.

The many rings in her pussy were interesting; they hadn't hurt as much as the piercings in her nips and had healed faster. Yes, the clit piercing had hurt a lot but she had to admit it was sort of neat. She also discovered right off that it was very useful and wished she'd had it sooner. She had a nice little gold bar in her clit but the line of rings around her outer pussy lips were just there.

In addition to the nipples and pussy her naval and nose were also pierced and the ears done several more times. She could hide the pussy and nipple piercings but the ear and nose ones could not be hidden from her kids so she just told them she liked them.

The nose ring was startling. It was large, descending below the level of her upper lip, which meant she sometimes had to lift it out of the way when she was eating. The piercings in her eyebrows really gave her an odd look, as did the inserts in her ear lobes. Damn but those large holes in her ears had hurt; they actually were punched out. She added up the total of new holes in her skin and in her head, and was startled when it came to twenty-two. Fortunately, one of the Group gave her some salve that seemed to accelerate the healing process. Nevertheless, she adhered to the daily treatment set up by the person who had done her piercings.

Not all of the required preparations were painful. For instance, shaving her pussy was something she hadn't done since she got married, and it was fun to do again. Yes, of course, she had shaved her pussy many times as a teen and college student in her twenties but her husband had encouraged her to let her bush grow. She thought it would be nicer to eat a shaven pussy but he said he liked the feel of her pussy hair on his face when he did her.

The group had given her a special fastener so that she could wear her new leather coat open but just enough to barely cover her bare tits. The first time she had gone out wearing it this way, she felt she was on display, which she was, but she didn't notice people being especially impressed or even noticing. Plus, lo and behold, she liked the exhibitionist part.

Although she had a couple of pairs of boots to go with her leather pants, the Group required that she be fitted for new boots at a certain cobbler's. Valerie had no idea what this was about.

She had frequently masturbated after the death of her husband but the Group wanted her to increase the frequency. They had given her a set of ben wa balls to wear while she was at work and those little metal balls had been a revelation. They seemed to keep her horny all the time. Except when she was a teenager, she couldn't recall such a continual state of sexual arousal. It was nice. She might only have a few more weeks to live, but it seemed she was going to go out as a fully aroused sexual animal. What have I been missing she asked herself frequently.

Since she had been widowed Valerie had gone out a few times with girl friends and a couple times men she had met in bars had even fucked her. Again, at the request of the Group, she had gone out a few times after making the deal, and even seduced a couple men, but neither had been especially memorable with the men themselves seemingly confused by her pussy jewellery. Just seducing them had been good for her and she even liked the taste of the semen from the man she sucked off.

She had even begun to smoke again because she had figured there was no sense in worrying about cancer now.

Valerie had saved the last requirement until very close to the time when she expected to be summoned. When she entered the beauty parlour for her regular appointment her light brown hair was shoulder length. Asked how much she wanted cut off she had replied all of it! The hairdresser asked her to repeat her instructions and she told the beautician to cut it all off and make her bald.

Reluctantly, the woman had done so. When her hair length was as short as the hairdresser could get it with a clippers, she proceeded to lather Valerie's scalp and then shaved her head. To her amazement, Valerie was really pleased with her appearance. That she had a very nicely shaped head helped a lot, but the starkness of her skull without the hair was really beautiful.

On what she thought might be the last day of her life, Valerie sent her kids off to school; then wrote a letter to each child. She told them she had made arrangements for them to have the house and money for a college education but, to accomplish all this, she would have to leave them and they would never see her again. She couldn't bear to tell them that their mother was essentially committing suicide to pay for their college education. She asked their pardon but told them she knew of no other way.

After taking one last look around the house she donned a long leather coat. She was already wearing a leather corset (that came up over her tits) and leather jeans with knee high boots. She took a cab to the airport, making conversation with the driver so that he'd be sure to remember her, as if her baldness was not unique enough. At the airport, even though she knew the way, she asked two different employees for directions to the General Aviation area. Then she made a phone call to the number previously given her and said simply: "I'm here." She was told to take a certain seat and wait.

In time, a woman approached and made like an old friend who hadn't seen her in a long time. They chatted for a while and then she asked Valerie if she wanted a drink. Figuring it was something required of her, she replied in the affirmative, and the two left the seating area. They entered the lounge and ordered martinis. Valerie automatically lit a cigarette and the other woman merely nodded. Finishing the drinks the woman told her they would exit the doors to the apron where the private planes were parked and board a plane.

When they were seated and strapped in seats on a single engine plane, Valerie was handed two black scarves and told to blindfold herself with one and to cover her baldhead with the other. She was bemused, if she was going to die, why hide where she was going, but did as asked. The pilot never looked directly at her and wore his goggles the entire time. The flight was only about half an hour long and, for all she knew, they could have landed back where they started.

As they flew along, blindfolded as she was, Valerie considered her leather. Her husband had introduced leather into her life and at first she just wore it to please him, but gradually had become addicted to the feel and smell of leather. Her skin had bonded with the animal softness and her leather wardrobe was now extensive. Leather dresses and leather suits, leather trousers in jean form and dress up form, she had them all. She had leather blouses and leather lingerie, including push up leather bras and leather bras with cut outs for her nipples which were especially useful now since her nipples had been pierced. She had leather garter belts and kid gloves to the wrist, the elbow and even the shoulder. At one point, she had laughingly suggested to her husband that the only thing lacking was leather sheets for the bed and, presto, they had them.

Valerie spent a lot of time in her leather cat suit because it was very special. She learned very quickly that her husband enjoyed just seeing her dressed in it to watch a movie with him. Of course, the suit had zipped openings over her boobs and in her crotch and these might be opened or closed as a need occurred. When they were open, she might have clothes pins attached to her nipples. They hurt, but she learned to get pleasure from that hurt because it was obvious her husband enjoyed putting them on her and she enjoyed giving her husband that pleasure.

She also had various things inserted in her cunt and asshole. Being filled was something she had grown to like, and when the vibrating effects were on she could be kept at a level of sexual tension for several minutes. The idea was for her to resist an orgasm for as long as possible. At first, three minutes was a long wait, but with practice, eventually she could stretch it out to a quarter hour and then a half and finally an hour. That had happened only once the last time she and her husband had been together before he died. In an instant, she regretted recalling that memory; she was about to die and he was already dead.

She still had to wear the blindfold while being assisted into a car. As they were walking away from the plane, she heard the motor rev up. When they got in the car, her companion stated the plane was going to fly on for several hours. The stop to let them off would not be recorded and the plane had the markings of another plane just like it so even if someone remembered the number while looking for Valerie, they would reach a dead end.

They drove for about a quarter hour. While she had no idea where they were, Valerie knew they were in deep woods from the smell in the air that came in through the ventilation system. In fact, the woodsy odour was the first thing, except for the fuel odour at the airport that had overpowered the smell of her leather until now.

Valerie began to think about the things this group might do to her before ending her life and ending her anxiety. What, her mind shouted at her, was that ? Had she really felt a slight shiver in her pussy? Contemplating a painful death was a turn-on? It was! Fuck! Although she had a good sex life with her husband, since she had agreed to accept death, all of a sudden she had become a very sexual animal. Well, wasn't that just the shits.

And just then the car came to a stop and her companion told her she could remove her blindfold if she wished, so she did. Wow! It was quite a lodge with a huge lawn and at least a four-car garage. The driver came around to open her door and she was told to extend both feet out of the door before exiting the car. When she did the driver and her companion secured leg irons to her ankles. The companion explained that they didn't think she would try to escape but the leg irons would reduce the temptation.

Valerie was shown to a suite of rooms, her shackles were removed and she was locked in. A glance out the window strengthened the idea of no escape. She was only one floor up, but her room was right over the kennels. There were a couple big black dogs and she surmised they were probably released to roam the grounds at night. Well, she didn't want anything to interfere with the kids getting the money and the house so just resigned herself to a painful death. Would it be today? Tomorrow? She didn't have a clue but there was no sense worrying about it because she had made her choice.

The woman she had met at the airport came in dressed in a maid's uniform and helped Valerie prepare herself. The maid shaved her head and then rubbed her scalp vigorously with a very light oil until her pate shone. Her make-up soon turned into something very elaborate. Indeed, Valerie thought she'd never worn so much make-up. A red, creamy substance was applied to her face in the form of an eye mask. By the time the maid had evened it out and applied sparkles it was just as if she was wearing a burglar's mask on her face. The cream served as eye shadow but her eyes were heavily outlined with eyeliner. Her lips were done in a shade of purple that was very thick and shinny and a light blush applied to her cheeks.

She was invited to sit and the maid quickly laced her into a pair of knee high boots with heels of at least six inches. Again, shackles were locked on her ankles but with a longer chain. No doubt the greater length was allowed because of the height of the heels. The maid pulled her to her feet and then draped her leather coat over her shoulders. She was accompanied to the head of the stairs and then motioned to go down to be met by seven people.

They Group cheered her arrival among them. There were seven, so she assumed that five were men since she already knew two of them were women. All of them wore hooded capes and masks.

"Valerie" said one of the men, "please join us in the parlour for a before-dinner drink. We want you to be comfortable and enjoy yourself."

Struck with the irony, Valerie replied, "Before you arrange for me to die?"

There was a cold silence, until Valerie herself smiled and added, "Isn't that what we are here for? My death? Believe me, ladies and gentlemen, I fully understand our arrangement and I will live up to it - er, I guess that should be I will live until you end my life."

They all seemed to collectively exhale and the man who had made the invitation for drinks said, "Quite so. Shall we proceed?"

And so the eight of them entered a nice, comfortable room, with overstuffed chairs and couches. A very nice fire had been laid. As she sat, Valerie attempted to close her coat, but one of the women told her to just let it stay open because they all wanted to view her new jewellery. Valerie abandoned the attempt to close the coat and instead slid forward in the seat and opened her legs so her multi-pierced cunt was in full view. The others applauded.

The other woman spoke, "You seem to have adjusted to your role very well, Valerie. Are you just pleased to be providing for your kids, no matter what the cost?"

She was silent for a moment and took a sip of the drink that had been served by a butler and replied, "Well, of course, I wouldn't be doing this if the money wasn't involved. But I have to tell you that the preparations have had an interesting effect on me. I am not suicidal, so I'm not looking forward to dying. But your requirements have re-awakened the sexual side of me and I admit to enjoying that."

The seven turned and murmured among themselves. Finally, the first man spoke. "Is it our understanding that you are enjoying yourself at this moment?"

"Indeed," she replied. "If you were to look closely, you would see my cunt lips are swollen and my pussy is wet. In some way or another I have responded to the preparations. As I said, I don't look forward to dying, but must admit that the last several weeks have been fun, as is this moment now. Now, I have a question, will I die tonight?"

"Well, that was the deal we originally discussed. You would undergo severe treatment at our hands tonight and be assassinated afterwards."

"Hmm, I thought so. So when do I begin the process of dying?"

There was another long pause and then one of the women began, "Valerie, we have discovered in you something totally unexpected. In spite of our agreement, we expected reluctance on your part, an attempt to escape or get free. Almost anything but the emotions and reactions you're displaying now. Would you be interested in modifying our agreement?"

Instantly on guard, Valerie early shouted, "You're not going to take the money or the house from my kids, are you?"

"No, no," the woman reassured her. "In fact, quite the opposite. We had prepared six different scenarios for your death. You would have selected a number and it would reveal how you would suffer and die. What we wonder now Valerie, is if you would be willing to undergo several of the scenarios and we will triple the amount of money your children will receive."

With a grin, Valerie reminded them, "But I can die only once, can't I?"

"That is true," the woman agreed. "But we can stop any of the scenarios just short of death. You will die, but you won't know ahead of time which scenario will result in your actual death."

"What's the catch?" Valerie replied. "You can do that anyway."

There was a collective gasp. "Valerie," one of the men spoke, "you doubt our honesty?"

At that response, Valerie laughed out loud and the others, realizing the faux pau, joined in the laughter.

When they all settled down, a second round of drinks was served and, while Valerie lighted another cigarette, the man continued, "What I meant is that we are honourable. We contracted with you to settle on your children a sum of money in return for which for which you would be tortured and killed. We are offering to increase the sum for which you will be tortured up to three times the original amount, with death resulting as previously agreed."

Valerie drew deeply on her cigarette. The idea of her kids getting triple the amount she had been willing to die for really appealed to her. And then her new found sexuality settled the issue for her. She had an orgasm right there in front of them all, cigarette in hand. It might not have been the biggest one she'd ever had but there was no denying that it had been an orgasm. "Well," she said, "I guess THAT just settles it. When do we start?"

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