Cemented

.M+F+/f, consensual, S/M, scatology (if you do not care for scat, skip on to Chapter 4)

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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.

August 31, 2005

Cemented Chapter 3

In this chapter, Valerie faces another one of her death scenes. Will it be the end? Read on.

This morning Valerie awakened very early and she showered and shaved her head and pussy before the maid arrived. The maid applied moderate, day-time make-up. And then led her to a huge pile of clothes. She knew it was useless to try to engage the maid in conversation, still, she commented about how much clothing and the maid seemed to nod. The first item of clothing was a leather corset. Naturally, the maid did the tightening, and she was very efficient today, closing it a good deal more than her first night. When it seemed there was no chance of tightening it anymore, she did. By this time, Valerie was breathing in very small gasps. The corset held her rigidly erect with her tits uncovered but cradled nicely. Next, the maid dressed her legs in very heavy cotton hose and efficiently gartered the hose to the corset. Next, the maid introduced a neck corset that cupped her chin and came down her chest. When the maid had tightened it, her neck was rigid but breathing, even with two corsets, she found to be okay after her body became used to the items.

The maid produced a stool and Valerie sat while the maid introduced her feet to some very high boots, thigh high it turned out, and then proceeded to lace them up her leg.. When Valerie was assisted to her feet by the maid, she found that these were the highest heels she had ever worn. While not quite ballet heels, there was a huge platform under her toes so that she now literally towered over the maid. She was uncertain how she would be able to walk in them.. As she stood there, the maid produced a skirt that wrapped around her, and Valerie knew she was not going to walk anywhere as the skirt, when zipped closed by the maid, was very snug around her legs. She was in a leather hobble skirt. The maid very carefully fixed jewelry in her nipples – these were U shaped with a bar through her nipples across the tops. The maid then hung nice little weights to each of them. They weren't heavy but Valerie would know they were there.

The maid then fixed a pair of swimmer's goggles over her bald head and fitted them very carefully. She then seemed to put some sort of substance over the edge of each eye piece. Valerie wondered what the hell was going on, but said nothing. The maid then introduced a gag like item to her. Valerie had to open her mouth very wide. The gag kept her mouth open for she could not close her mouth once it was in behind her teeth. Valerie noted in the mirror that her mouth was now just another hole in her body. The maid then held up a leather glove – opera length with fifteen tiny pearl buttons at each wrist that the maid had to use a hook to close after they had both struggled to get each glove on Valerie's arms, all the way up to her armpits. The maid then held up a single arm sheath for Valerie to see. Valerie nodded and put her arms behind her back. She felt the single glove being pulled up her arms by the maid. The straps went over her shoulders, the strap over her left shoulder crossed over to her right side where it was buckled; similarly the strap over her right shoulder crossed to the left side and buckled, after which both straps were tightened to bring the glove as high up her arms as it would go. The maid then began the process of lacing the glove closed in back. Slowly, Valerie's arms were drawn together but when the maid stopped tightening, she knew she wasn't laced as she had been other times meaning she would probably wear the damn thing for a longer period.

The last thing the maid held up was a sort of cloak, but one with no sleeves and long enough to cover her from shoulder to ground. The maid dressed her and then stepped behind Valerie. Valerie did not know what was happening, but soon the maid stepped to her front and motioned for Valerie to back up. Valerie was totally confused but detected some sort of platform under her boots. The maid continued to urge her to shuffle backwards until Valerie felt her boot heels stop against something solid. The maid nodded, and then began to wrap straps around her legs just at the crotch. Valerie thought she was going to fall backwards as the strap was tightened but then felt some sort of post behind her. Very quickly, the maid wrapped straps around Valerie at the boobs, knees and ankles. Finally, the maid opened the door of the armoire to reveal the full length mirror.

What Valerie saw was a shaven head (hers, of course) with her mouth held open by a ring and the rest of her covered in leather and strapped to a device to move her. There were small wheels at either side of her heels and she was tilted slightly. The maid then stepped behind her and tilted her even further so that she was essentially looking at the ceiling and pushed her to the stairs. There, two of the men stepped forward and began the journey downward, with a bump each time the wheels went over the edge of a step. As the descent continued, Valerie wondered what the Group had in mind for her today. She had to admit it had been okay so far. She sort of hoped her ultimate death wouldn't come too soon.

Once again she was greeted with enthusiasm by the Group. She wondered what time they got up. She didn't have a clock in her room so she didn't know that she had yet to arrive for breakfast before 10:30 AM. Gagged as she was, she was barely able to be understood as she asked ‘Nu breahast , huh?' she asked. They all nodded. ‘ell, den,' she said, ‘less ge started so I kin ge bac eat.'

‘Aren't you concerned that this might be your final day?' one of the men asked.

She nodded, ‘Yah, I taght o dat everryday, bu aftuh at hirst deal, I jis don hink abou dying. In fac, I foun his be a very good ime.'

The others smiled at one another and nodded. And then they got up and wheeled Valerie with them. Out of the house they went and moved around to the far side of the garage. When they stopped, she was able to see the top of a winch nearby. A leather harness was fixed to her body as soon as she was unstrapped from the push cart. Soon, she felt she was being hoisted, and then she was lowered as she was steered in a different direction. She knew she had been lowered into a vat of something pliable but thick. Cement again, she thought as her feet came to rest. The hook in her harness held her upright. Once again, they waited. What the fuck, Valerie asked herself, is going on. All of a sudden, there was an awful stench. Now what? While they waited, somebody put some putty like substance in her ears and in her nostrils, effectively sealing them. And then she figured it out: she was going to spend time in a septic tank. That thought was followed with the very alarming thought – with my mouth open! She was slowly raised again, with a very heavy weight on her feet and then she felt herself being lowered. Then when she no longer felt the drag of the cement on her feet and legs, her lowering stopped. In the meantime, she felt liquid seeping into her pussy, her ass, the tips of her gloves and around her tits. The stench was turning her stomach.

One of the men said ‘Valerie, you are now standing in the septic tank. The level of the shit and piss and muck is just below your ring gag. A vulgar explanation of hell described just such a scene with very many people standing at the same height. One was whispering: Don't anyone move. In your case, we will leave the hook in your harness so that you won't fall but it'll be your choice how much of this stuff you ingest. You will notice that right now, the level is just below your mouth. That is the constant level; however, if a toilet is flushed or a shower is taken or anyone runs the water in the house for any length of time, the level in the tank will rise however much and then will slowly recede to the level it's at now. Good luck. Oh, don't worry about breakfast – we don't think you'll want any after a few hours in here.'

Valerie's worst fear was true. No matter how hard she tried, she knew she was probably going to drink and eat shit and piss and muck. At any rate, she thought, this, too, would probably not be a death scene, no matter how much she might want it. And then she retched. She didn't feel it coming – the stench must have really gotten to her. Most of the vomit went out through the ring gag but not all, and all she could do was swallow. Yuck.

She had been there like that maybe twenty minutes when a pipe right over her head discharged water and other stuff but probably not shit on the top of her shaven skull. As she was warned, the level came up. She tried to push her head back but all that accomplished was that the stuff in the tank filled her mouth when the level got that high and she had to swallow it all.

It had happened so fast, she didn't really notice what she did until she noticed the burning in her mouth. Double yuck! And this was to go on for a couple hours? A few minutes later, someone either did a double flush or two different people flushed at the same time. This time there was solid matter and it hit her on her bald head, and then flowed over her head , by her ears, to the general stuff. Helplessly, she stood there as the stuff all around her flowed into her mouth. She had no way to prevent it from entering her mouth and so she swallowed.

Three different toilets flushed very close together. The level of the stuff went above her mouth, right up to her nose. She gulped, and her mouth remained full. Awrgh. This was awful. Maybe she should just give up the ghost and sink but when she tried, she found the hook in her harness held her up. She was doomed she realized. And so, she found herself ingesting all sorts of things. She could avoid the larger turds, but not the small ones.

A couple more flushes fell on her head. One item did not feel like a turd, and when it fell off her head, she saw to her horror that it was a used tampon. Oh how she struggled to avoid it. She was successful as it seemed to float on past her ring gagged mouth. And then she was busy again with more flushes. She had learned to close her eyes when she felt poop hitting her head. Even with the goggles on, she did not like to see the gooey shit dribbling down over her eyes. But she knew immediately she had made a dreadful mistake – somehow the tampon had passed through the ring and she had the icky damn thing in her mouth. She tried mightily to force it back out but two flushes in a row had raised the level of the shit/piss/muck very close to her nose so she knew she would have to swallow. She did. She wondered if she would retch again. She didn't – but she did feel the most amazing thing: she had a cum. Not the greatest, but very good just the same. What the hell, she asked herself, I cum while I swallow some bitch's used tampon? What the hell is happening to me? And she had another cum.

Shortly after what seemed a very long time, she felt the winch begin to lift her out of the septic tank. The Group was all present. When she was totally out, a breeze came through and she got a breath of clean air – she had gotten used to the stench! She knew she was again standing on the cart when she was again strapped to the pole. The Group wheeled her away. Later, the maid came to her, dressed in a rubber suit. She used a garden hose to try to wash off the shit and muck. She felt an air hammer begin work on the cement block on her legs and feet, and soon she was totally free of the encumbrance.

And then she was wheeled into a small room.

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