Cemented

M+F+/f, consensual, S/M, hair

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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 Chapter 5

This Chapter is different in that Valerie wrote about it herself afterwards. Obviously, she didn't die in this ordeal but she might have wished she had as it was going on.

One of my many torture fantasies is to undergo the water torture. Somehow the thought of lying stretched out having water forced down my throat has a strange and perverse attraction to it. I underwent this torment at the hands of the Group. I am more than ever sure that one of the men is probably a doctor and another is a nurse and they insured that I wasn't permanently harmed. I say that in retrospect for it was by no means certain to me at the time.

It started by me being stripped naked on the patio. Then I was given a stack of leather gear to wear. I had a leather bodice to cover my tits. The boots were elegant like some of the thigh highs I had. I had help lacing them, and of course they were six inch heels. Long kid gloves covered my arms from fingertip to arm pit. Finally, I got to wear a leather great coat, one that came down to my ankles. I was positioned in a chair and the usual box was placed at my feet. But this time, there were boxes for my hands too. I thought that was novel. Very quickly the cement was poured in the boxes.

While the cement was setting, putty plugs were placed in my nostrils so I could not breathe through my nose. I found afterwards that you cannot vomit if you cannot breathe through your nose. Furthermore, it forces you to drink whatever is poured into your mouth in order to get air. To keep my mouth open, a large ring gag was placed in my mouth and fastened tightly behind my head. This was horribly uncomfortable as only after a few minutes my jaws were aching. By this time, the cement had set and I was pulled to my feet. My cemented hands just hung at my sides – I suppose there was a weight of twenty or so pounds on each hand. I could bear up under the weight but I sure couldn't lift my hands. The chair was pulled away from behind me and I was leaned against and secured to a long ladder. After all the arrangements were complete, my head was slightly elevated above my body.

All in all, I was not uncomfortable. I surely am glad I have the leather on my body as it was a bit chilly. One of the ladies told me that 8 quarts of liquid were being be forced into me. The idea of two gallons of liquid in my stomach and bowels and how it would bloat me started to get me worried now that I was in position. I have since read that many accounts off this torture include this. One change over the original torture was that I was not going to drink just plain water, but I would have to consume a sports drink that would better preserve the electrolyte balance in my body. In thinking back over this, I sort of smile – modern updates for ancient tortures so as to care for the patient's body.

I got nervous as one of the women grabbed my head to steady it as one of the men placed the funnel into my mouth. Then he began to pour the first pint of liquid. I resisted drinking it for a while, but he was patient knowing that I would have to eventually gulp it down simply to breathe. Finally, I began to drink it down and I watched him keep pouring more into the funnel. The jar was only half empty when I began to feel a burning sensation in my chest and the need to get a breath of air began to quickly grow. Yet I had to drink more and more liquid that was poured into the funnel. I soon began to panic and tried to move my head, but she just grabbed my head tighter. Finally the jar was empty and as soon as I could get a breath of air I did, coughing and gagging as I did. I coughed and gagged for what seemed to be forever trying to catch my breath as the Group watched. While I felt full, my stomach was not uncomfortable at this point, although my jaws were killing me.

I groaned a bit when she grabbed my head and steadied it as he put the funnel back into my mouth. I tried to struggle a bit, but my cemented hands were less than useless. This time I was convinced that I should drink the water as fast as I could to get it over with and when he poured the water into my mouth, I gulped it down. But this time he poured the liquid much more slowly. There were times when I thought I could catch a breath of air only to have another slug of liquid gush into my mouth. About halfway through, I again started to get a pain like heartburn as I drank the liquid. By the time he was done with the second pint, my stomach felt very uncomfortable and I was just beginning to feel nauseated. My jaws felt paralyzed by the gag. At this rate, I would still have to consume 14 pints of liquid!

After a few minutes, the third pint was administered. This was poured even more slowly than the second and I got very panicky about half way through. Drowning must be a terrible experience because you want air so bad and your chest burns so bad, but all you can do is gulp down more fluid and hope you survive. My stomach was now really aching and my nausea had increased. When I gulped down the last of the liquid, I coughed and gagged for what seemed to be forever trying to catch my breath. I could feel the liquid swishing around my stomach. Thank goodness I hadn't been made to wear the usual leather corset.

The eighth pint was really the breaking point in many ways. Now to drink this one I had to force the liquid down whereas before I could actually say that I was just drinking the liquid down. With every gulp I felt as if the previous gulp of liquid wanted to vomit up and out. My feeling of heartburn increased to terrible levels and I struggled violently in my cement bonds. I felt a horrible pain in my stomach and the pain in my gut overpowered any feelings of torment I had previously felt in my jaw. After another coughing spell, I was left to lie there a while and all I could do was groan in agony. Then I actually felt the water move in my stomach as it forced its way into my bowels. I developed cramps in my bowels that were incredibly painful.

When she grabbed my head yet again, I began to plead for mercy, the best I could with a ring gag in my mouth. I began to struggle violently and actually moved a bit as he put the funnel in my mouth and began to pour the ninth pint of water. I cannot describe the feeling of horrible pain that I felt in my chest as it felt like I needed air from the first gulp of liquid. This time it seemed to go on and on as I was forced to drink the liquid. Again I could feel the movement of liquid in my stomach and bowels as it forced itself lower in my system as there wasn't anywhere else for it to go. Also I felt for the first time the need to pee. I controlled the urge because I didn't want to soil my beautiful leather..

I was given a break of several minutes. My stomachache had grown to horrible proportions and I know I groaned steadily. The pressure in my bladder grew to the point where I couldn't hold it anymore and I pissed and a lot of it ran down my booted leg and dripped on to the cement block that contained my feet..

I panted and growled as loudly as I could as I thrashed about violently as the preparations were made for another pint – I had lost track so I had no idea how many pints I had consumed. My nausea had reached extreme levels and all I wanted to do was barf and barf to relieve the pressure in my stomach. As I gulped down the next pint, I was in terrible pain. My stomach felt like it was going to explode and I had a horrible ache from my kidneys. I was pissing uncontrollably. After I finished yet another pint, I was crying and shivering in pain and cold. Then I felt a terrible pain in my lower gut and I let out a scream as I had an explosive bowel movement. Rather than easing my torment, this just added to my horrible discomfort and embarrassment, and I was embarrassed and felt terrible about messing my beautiful leather coat.

The next pint was administered faster than the others. I thought it was much more painful than the others, although I got to breathe quicker. The pain grew in my chest to the point where I thought I would die and my pissing and uncontrolled bowel movements continued in waves of horrendous cramps. I didn't worry about my leathers – I just wanted relief.

I could only groan as I was afforded another rest. Somehow, I managed to scream as I saw what was coming next. The woman tending me held a strip of gauze. The idea was that it would be allowed to fall deep in my mouth and would promote choking when the liquid began to flow. I cried and pleaded as I watched in horror as the gauze was pushed through the funnel so that it would enter my mouth. I was screaming as he put the funnel in my mouth and began pouring the liquid. I felt the gauze go down my throat as I forced the liquid down as fast as I could. I struggled in my bonds as the last of the liquid was poured into the funnel. Then I began gagging with the gauze in throat. He pulled the now wet gauze out slowly which had me thrashing as wildly as I could. It felt like my guts were pulled from my throat, even though when it was done I found out that only about a foot of gauze had actually been swallowed.

I was left tied in position for a long time during which I had several uncontrolled bowel movements and pissed almost constantly. My cramps were horrendous and I was in a pain that was something that I cannot begin to describe.

Finally, they removed the ring gag and helped me to lay me on the floor in the fetal position crying and groaning. But the worst was yet to come. The wax plugs were removed from my nose and I immediately began to vomit. As my stomach cramped to vomit, I also had uncontrolled bowel movements so it was coming out of both ends at the same time leaving me laying in a huge mess of body wastes. If I thought about my leather at all, it was to be thankful I was not laying on a cold cement floor. And then they sprayed me with water – but it was warm so it felt oddly good. I was moved to an area where a rubber sheet was draped over a bed. They left my feet and hands cemented.

It was the next day when my hands and feet were chiseled free. I was stripped down and taken back into the house to my room where the maid was waiting with a hot bath. The bath was incredible, and of course, she shaved my head. By late afternoon, I was pretty near back in shape.

I wanted to impress the Group, so I asked the maid to help me dress. I wanted the corset to be tighter than ever. It took a lot of work on her part, but she reduced me by an extra half inch. I was panting in small gasps but I was certain I could handle the additional constriction. After heavily rouging them, I hooked tiny weights into my nipples. They made for a nice pulling feeling. Into my ears, I inserted all sorts of studs, some with dangling chains. My nose ring was gold. Into my pussy lips, I put more weights. I chuckled when I noticed that my cunt lips had swollen already. My boots tonight would be the ballet kind. The maid helped me by lacing them for with my corset, there was very little bending I could do.

I put on a long wrap-around leather skirt. It opened enough so that my cunt jewelry could easily be seen when I moved my legs. The maid then again helped me with my formal, bondage, leather gloves. First, I put a small rubber ball in my hand and then balled my fists over them. Then, the gloves were pulled up. There were no fingers in the gloves and they fit nicely. Next, the maid drew leather corsets up each arm over my kid gloves. These were heavily boned. There were straps at the wrists, below and above the elbow and at the top. I had no fingers and I could not bend my arms.

The last item was a splendid leather hood. There were eye holes and the maid quickly had it laced tightly to my head. The mouth part had a ring gag inside the leather so that all the maid had to do was push it behind my teeth and I was done. The maid assisted me on to the hand truck, strapped me on, and wheeled me to meet the Group.

When the Group saw me, they applauded. I was happy and horny. I got fucked in my mouth, my cunt and my ass; and I was gloriously tongued on cunt and ass. In between, I was even fed some real food.

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