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« on: November 05, 2012, 05:39:46 PM »

I read this story just now on another website, so i thought i would share it with get big

Russian researchers in the late 1940s kept five people awake for fifteen days using an experimental gas based stimulant. They were kept in a sealed environment to carefully monitor their oxygen intake so the gas didn't kill them, since it was toxic in high concentrations. This was before closed circuit cameras so they had only microphones and 5 inch thick glass porthole sized windows into the chamber to monitor them. The chamber was stocked with books, cots to sleep on but no bedding, running water and toilet, and enough dried food to last all five for over a month.

The test subjects were political prisoners deemed enemies of the state during World War II. Everything was fine for the first five days; the subjects hardly complained having been promised (falsely) that they would be freed if they submitted to the test and did not sleep for 30 days. Their conversations and activities were monitored and it was noted that they continued to talk about increasingly traumatic incidents in their past, and the general tone of their conversations took on a darker aspect after the 4 day mark.

After five days they started to complain about the circumstances and events that lead them to where they were and started to demonstrate severe paranoia. They stopped talking to each other and began alternately whispering to the microphones and one way mirrored portholes. Oddly they all seemed to think they could win the trust of the experimenters by turning over their comrades, the other subjects in captivity with them. At first the researchers suspected this was an effect of the gas itself...

After nine days the first of them started screaming. He ran the length of the chamber repeatedly yelling at the top of his lungs for 3 hours straight, he continued attempting to scream but was only able to produce occasional squeaks. The researchers postulated that he had physically torn his vocal cords. The most surprising thing about this behavior is how the other captives reacted to it... or rather didn't react to it. They continued whispering to the microphones until the second of the captives started to scream. The 2 non-screaming captives took the books apart, smeared page after page with their own feces and pasted them calmly over the glass portholes. The screaming promptly stopped.

So did the whispering to the microphones.

After 3 more days passed. The researchers checked the microphones hourly to make sure they were working, since they thought it impossible that no sound could be coming with 5 people inside. The oxygen consumption in the chamber indicated that all 5 must still be alive. In fact it was the amount of oxygen 5 people would consume at a very heavy level of strenuous exercise. On the morning of the 14th day the researchers did something they said they would not do to get a reaction from the captives, they used the intercom inside the chamber, hoping to provoke any response from the captives they were afraid were either dead or vegetables.

They announced: "We are opening the chamber to test the microphones step away from the door and lie flat on the floor or you will be shot. Compliance will earn one of you your immediate freedom."

To their surprise they heard a single phrase in a calm voice response: "We no longer want to be freed."

Debate broke out among the researchers and the military forces funding the research. Unable to provoke any more response using the intercom it was finally decided to open the chamber at midnight on the fifteenth day.

The chamber was flushed of the stimulant gas and filled with fresh air and immediately voices from the microphones began to object. 3 different voices began begging, as if pleading for the life of loved ones to turn the gas back on. The chamber was opened and soldiers sent in to retrieve the test subjects. They began to scream louder than ever, and so did the soldiers when they saw what was inside. Four of the five subjects were still alive, although no one could rightly call the state that any of them in 'life.'

The food rations past day 5 had not been so much as touched. There were chunks of meat from the dead test subject's thighs and chest stuffed into the drain in the center of the chamber, blocking the drain and allowing 4 inches of water to accumulate on the floor. Precisely how much of the water on the floor was actually blood was never determined. All four 'surviving' test subjects also had large portions of muscle and skin torn away from their bodies. The destruction of flesh and exposed bone on their finger tips indicated that the wounds were inflicted by hand, not with teeth as the researchers initially thought. Closer examination of the position and angles of the wounds indicated that most if not all of them were self-inflicted.

The abdominal organs below the ribcage of all four test subjects had been removed. While the heart, lungs and diaphragm remained in place, the skin and most of the muscles attached to the ribs had been ripped off, exposing the lungs through the ribcage. All the blood vessels and organs remained intact, they had just been taken out and laid on the floor, fanning out around the eviscerated but still living bodies of the subjects. The digestive tract of all four could be seen to be working, digesting food. It quickly became apparent that what they were digesting was their own flesh that they had ripped off and eaten over the course of days.

Most of the soldiers were Russian special operatives at the facility, but still many refused to return to the chamber to remove the test subjects. They continued to scream to be left in the chamber and alternately begged and demanded that the gas be turned back on, lest they fall asleep...

To everyone's surprise the test subjects put up a fierce fight in the process of being removed from the chamber. One of the Russian soldiers died from having his throat ripped out, another was gravely injured by having his testicles ripped off and an artery in his leg severed by one of the subject's teeth. Another 5 of the soldiers lost their lives if you count ones that committed suicide in the weeks following the incident.

In the struggle one of the four living subjects had his spleen ruptured and he bled out almost immediately. The medical researchers attempted to sedate him but this proved impossible. He was injected with more than ten times the human dose of a morphine derivative and still fought like a cornered animal, breaking the ribs and arm of one doctor. When heart was seen to beat for a full two minutes after he had bled out to the point there was more air in his vascular system than blood. Even after it stopped he continued to scream and flail for another 3 minutes, struggling to attack anyone in reach and just repeating the word "MORE" over and over, weaker and weaker, until he finally fell silent.

The surviving three test subjects were heavily restrained and moved to a medical facility, the two with intact vocal cords continuously begging for the gas demanding to be kept awake...

The most injured of the three was taken to the only surgical operating room that the facility had. In the process of preparing the subject to have his organs placed back within his body it was found that he was effectively immune to the sedative they had given him to prepare him for the surgery. He fought furiously against his restraints when the anesthetic gas was brought out to put him under. He managed to tear most of the way through a 4 inch wide leather strap on one wrist, even through the weight of a 200 pound soldier holding that wrist as well. It took only a little more anesthetic than normal to put him under, and the instant his eyelids fluttered and closed, his heart stopped. In the autopsy of the test subject that died on the operating table it was found that his blood had triple the normal level of oxygen. His muscles that were still attached to his skeleton were badly torn and he had broken 9 bones in his struggle to not be subdued. Most of them were from the force his own muscles had exerted on them.

The second survivor had been the first of the group of five to start screaming. His vocal cords destroyed he was unable to beg or object to surgery, and he only reacted by shaking his head violently in disapproval when the anesthetic gas was brought near him. He shook his head yes when someone suggested, reluctantly, they try the surgery without anesthetic, and did not react for the entire 6 hour procedure of replacing his abdominal organs and attempting to cover them with what remained of his skin. The surgeon presiding stated repeatedly that it should be medically possible for the patient to still be alive. One terrified nurse assisting the surgery stated that she had seen the patients mouth curl into a smile several times, whenever his eyes met hers.

When the surgery ended the subject looked at the surgeon and began to wheeze loudly, attempting to talk while struggling. Assuming this must be something of drastic importance the surgeon had a pen and pad fetched so the patient could write his message. It was simple. "Keep cutting."

The other two test subjects were given the same surgery, both without anesthetic as well. Although they had to be injected with a paralytic for the duration of the operation. The surgeon found it impossible to perform the operation while the patients laughed continuously. Once paralyzed the subjects could only follow the attending researchers with their eyes. The paralytic cleared their system in an abnormally short period of time and they were soon trying to escape their bonds. The moment they could speak they were again asking for the stimulant gas. The researchers tried asking why they had injured themselves, why they had ripped out their own guts and why they wanted to be given the gas again.

Only one response was given: "I must remain awake."

All three subject's restraints were reinforced and they were placed back into the chamber awaiting determination as to what should be done with them. The researchers, facing the wrath of their military 'benefactors' for having failed the stated goals of their project considered euthanizing the surviving subjects. The commanding officer, an ex-KGB instead saw potential, and wanted to see what would happen if they were put back on the gas. The researchers strongly objected, but were overruled.

In preparation for being sealed in the chamber again the subjects were connected to an EEG monitor and had their restraints padded for long term confinement. To everyone's surprise all three stopped struggling the moment it was let slip that they were going back on the gas. It was obvious that at this point all three were putting up a great struggle to stay awake. One of subjects that could speak was humming loudly and continuously; the mute subject was straining his legs against the leather bonds with all his might, first left, then right, then left again for something to focus on. The remaining subject was holding his head off his pillow and blinking rapidly. Having been the first to be wired for EEG most of the researchers were monitoring his brain waves in surprise. They were normal most of the time but sometimes flat lined inexplicably. It looked as if he were repeatedly suffering brain death, before returning to normal. As they focused on paper scrolling out of the brainwave monitor only one nurse saw his eyes slip shut at the same moment his head hit the pillow. His brainwaves immediately changed to that of deep sleep, then flatlined for the last time as his heart simultaneously stopped.

The only remaining subject that could speak started screaming to be sealed in now. His brainwaves showed the same flatlines as one who had just died from falling asleep. The commander gave the order to seal the chamber with both subjects inside, as well as 3 researchers. One of the named three immediately drew his gun and shot the commander point blank between the eyes, then turned the gun on the mute subject and blew his brains out as well.

He pointed his gun at the remaining subject, still restrained to a bed as the remaining members of the medical and research team fled the room. "I won't be locked in here with these things! Not with you!" he screamed at the man strapped to the table. "WHAT ARE YOU?" he demanded. "I must know!"

The subject smiled.

"Have you forgotten so easily?" The subject asked. "We are you. We are the madness that lurks within you all, begging to be free at every moment in your deepest animal mind. We are what you hide from in your beds every night. We are what you sedate into silence and paralysis when you go to the nocturnal haven where we cannot tread."

The researcher paused. Then aimed at the subject's heart and fired. The EEG flatlined as the subject weakly choked out, "So... nearly... free..."
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« Reply #1 on: November 05, 2012, 05:55:52 PM »

Sounds like a cool horror movie/short film. On a side note, while pledging in college, we were kept awake for 4 days straight, and that was pretty brutal. You'd be surprised how you act on zero sleep and exhausted.
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« Reply #2 on: November 05, 2012, 06:00:23 PM »

Sounds like a cool horror movie/short film. On a side note, while pledging in college, we were kept awake for 4 days straight, and that was pretty brutal. You'd be surprised how you act on zero sleep and exhausted.

I think it is a true story actually.

Over here we do not have such things a college culture so I wouldn't know what it is like to stay away for 4 days, but i have stayed awake for 48 hours and a bit more hours b4. After about 32 hours of not sleeping everythig becomes dizzy and you feel drunkish. But i think staying awake for 15 days would lead to something like this in the OP, where some other part of the brain becomes the reality
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« Reply #3 on: November 05, 2012, 06:04:09 PM »

I kept your mom up for 3 days and she was still craving my cock
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« Reply #4 on: November 05, 2012, 06:15:20 PM »

Animal instincts. Fukcing wild shit. Another reason to stay away from meth.
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« Reply #5 on: November 05, 2012, 06:16:56 PM »

I almost went mad reading that long ass story.
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« Reply #6 on: November 05, 2012, 06:22:04 PM »

I almost went mad reading that long ass story.

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« Reply #7 on: November 05, 2012, 06:46:34 PM »

Pure bullshit
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« Reply #8 on: November 06, 2012, 12:07:36 AM »

Pure bullshit
lol yes, this is not a true story
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« Reply #9 on: November 06, 2012, 02:21:53 AM »

That was intense.
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« Reply #10 on: November 06, 2012, 06:03:48 AM »

Cell Tech is pretty powerful stuff
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« Reply #11 on: November 06, 2012, 06:12:19 AM »

So the conclusion of the experiment:

No sleep for 15 days = Munzer-like conditioning.
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« Reply #12 on: November 06, 2012, 06:16:39 AM »

What is an 'experiemnt'?
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« Reply #13 on: November 06, 2012, 06:24:20 AM »

Should have put Fat Alice in there with them, they would have been begging to get out.
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« Reply #14 on: November 06, 2012, 06:27:33 AM »

Should have put Fat Alice in there with them, they would have been begging to get out.

So would Alex, he's not used to being in a room with 13 other people who arn't his gimmick
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« Reply #15 on: November 06, 2012, 06:30:39 AM »

This story is worse

The Box

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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« Reply #16 on: November 06, 2012, 06:42:21 AM »

Interesting story! (even if fiction)

Will check out the second one as well.
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« Reply #17 on: November 06, 2012, 06:45:40 AM »

So they removed their appendix, small and large intestine , liver and pancreas and simply placed them on the floor around them, and these organs and the rest of their body still managed to function... not only that but in this state they still had the strength to rip out the throat of one of their captors and the testicles of another...

very plausible story.
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« Reply #18 on: November 06, 2012, 06:50:04 AM »

Sad thing about that story Army, is that the author obviously dreams of doing that shit aswell  Undecided
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« Reply #19 on: November 06, 2012, 06:57:49 AM »

Sounds like a 'hostel' sequel.
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« Reply #20 on: November 06, 2012, 07:05:53 AM »





"The subsequent mushroom cloud was about 64 kilometres (40 mi) high (over seven times the height of Mount Everest), which meant that the cloud was above the stratosphere and well inside the mesosphere when it peaked"



Definitely all-out crazy muthafukas. All crazy HAHAHAH zeesus  Grin Grin

" The seismic shock created by the detonation was measurable even on its third passage around the Earth"


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« Reply #21 on: November 06, 2012, 07:14:23 AM »

you couldnt sedate Big KING Alex23
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« Reply #22 on: November 06, 2012, 07:19:52 AM »

Juruthian in its prose.
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« Reply #23 on: November 06, 2012, 07:21:06 AM »

you couldnt sedate Big KING Alex23

not even with a dart dosed for a hippopotamus?
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« Reply #24 on: November 06, 2012, 07:25:01 AM »

not even with a dart dosed for a hippopotamus?

You could dip the dart in pussy juice and he would discintegrate upon contact
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