The Cell

a lot of this is fragments that were kind of the foundations for a story that never worked.  this morning i decided to just take the bits i had, and put them together without worrying about "reasons" and "characters" and stuff like that.  this is clearly influenced by some of Thndrshark's stories, along with my own inherent weirdness.

The Cell
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The first time she was in the cell, she was bound with chains.  She struggled against them, eventually realizing that one chain ran from a heavy iron cuff on her left ankle, through similarly thick shackles on her right ankle, left and right wrists, continuing through a fixed loop welded to the front of her collar, up to a ring above her.

She eventually shuffled around the rough concrete she had awoken upon, finding that the cell was about two feet wide and tall, and only about a foot longer than she was tall.  Beyond her head, she could feel inch thick bars set into notches in the floor and ceiling, with a thick steel plate blocking the exit on the other side.

While flailing around against her bonds, she felt something soft slap against her face.  Reaching up, she felt a floppy silicon phallus mounted to the ceiling.  As she poked at it, a jet of liquid shot out.  A few tentative gropes later, she realized that this was meant to be her source of sustenance.  The cold liquid that came out was fairly watery, with a faint hint of salt.

Trapped as she was in the unwavering darkness, time stopped having any meaning.  Her eyes played tricks on her, occasionally inventing flashes of colors at random.  Her own shouts echoed around the cell, dying into silence quickly.  Eventually the boredom and her exhaustion brought some moments of sleep, but the unyielding and frigid slab she lay on ensured that she awoke often, leaving her drained and sore.

She tried to estimate how long she had been there, but with nothing to do but drink, struggle futilely, sleep restlessly, and piss the liquid out again, she had little to judge it by.  Her dull drink seemed to be increasing in salt content, making it less and less useful at quenching her thirst.  She wondered if she was destined to die here, rubbed raw by the cement, or dehydrated by the cock she was forced to fellate.

Suddenly, she heard a loud bang, followed by blinding light streaming through the bars.  Hands reached in, and she felt herself dragged out of the cell.  She was passed to another person, who held her off the ground in a crushing hug across her chest.  She could see the one who had pulled her free replacing the bars, refitting the steel plate, and finally threading a two inch thick slab of rock onto awaiting bolts before securing it again with hexagonal nuts two inches across.  When her cell was resealed, her captors carried her out of the room, leaving the dozens of similar bolted rocks to their isolation.


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The second time she found herself in the cell, she had been tightly strapped into an elaborate leather suit.  Her torso was crushed in a straitjacket, with her arms behind her back.  Despite this, her hands had been first wrapped in leather mittens that crushed her fingers into a fist.  Her mouth was stretched wide by a large ring gag, and her nose pulled up by a pair of painful hooks in her nostrils.  These were connected to a a network of leather straps that crisscrossed her skull, only for everything to be covered by a thickly padded hood.  She had felt the hood be laced to the collar of the jacket, followed by another wide belt that nearly crushed off her airflow.

She had been catheterized, and after an initial uncontrollable release, she had been clamped off while she was further packaged.  A fat, knobby egg had been stuffed painfully into her unprepared and unlubed vagina, before a strip of tape was laid in place to lock the device in with her own labia.  The crotch straps of the jacket had then been tightened until they dug into her adductors.

Her legs were then forced into two leather sleeves, feeling like a pair of pants that had been sown together along the inseam.  The sleeves ended in a pair of booties, and once they slid into place, belts and straps were pulled tight, squeezing themselves into her flesh.  Straps connected to her toes were pulled back, meeting their buckles on the back of her calves, forcing her feet into an unnatural point.  Finally, she had felt a second layer of leather cover her, as a far too small sleep sack was pulled over her body and strapped in place.

Despite how much her hearing was muffled by the layers over her ears, she too soon heard the sound of heavy stone being set down, followed by the clang of metal against itself.  She was pushed into the cell, and after feeling the hands arranging her nearly immobile body, the sounds were repeated in reverse as she was again entombed.  She tried to remember what she had done to be send back to this isolation, but could think of nothing.  "Perhaps this is meant as a reward, and not a punishment?"

She tightened the muscles in her stomach, and after forcing her head upwards, realized that the phallus of water had been placed directly over the ring holding her teeth open.  It again dripped the salty fluid as she massaged it with her tongue, however this time a much more acrid flavor filled her mouth.  This time, it was urine she was drinking.  She clenched, and realized that her own pee would soon drip down the tube between her thighs regardless of her actions.

The egg jolted suddenly to life, vibrating her crotch angrily.  She felt her juices start to flow as it assaulted her, feeling as if the pleasure she was feeling was a kind of violence.  It did not stop as she clenched against the orgasm it pulled from her, only continuing to oscillate until her mental state was just as confined as her physical body, struggling against the forced orgasms.  When it eventually stopped, she thirstily drank from the cock above her, before collapsing into an exhausted pile as her brain shut off.

She was awoken suddenly by the egg again madly churning her body.  It seemed random, starting up and stopping with no reason.  Sometimes she simply passed out as it continued.  Other times it would turn on only to suddenly stop, denying her the very pleasure it so often demanded.  It was still running as the cell was again opened, and she was pulled from the concrete hell.  She felt a slight tug as she was removed, as the wire that powered the monster was disconnected.


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The last time she was placed in the cell, she immediately knew something was different.  She had been strapped down to a table, and a team of people set about her.  Again, a catheter controlled her urine.  A fat plug was forced into her ass, and balloons inflated to secure it in place.  She could feel a tube swaying from it as she struggled against the operation.  Her head was held still by four hands, as two others crammed a rubber tube down her esophagus before another balloon inflated to prevent it from coming out.  More tubes were fed into her nose, and she felt her lungs being forced to operate when they were secured in place.  Once her captors were convinced things were in place, one pushed a syringe to the wad of rubber that filled her mouth, pumping it with a thick paste that soon forced her tongue down and her cheeks to bulge.  Her jaw was pushed closed against the pressure, and she felt the paste heat up in her mouth.  Thirty seconds later, it was released, and she found her teeth trapped by the rapidly hardening substance filling her gag.

She was unstrapped from the table, and with two people holding her in place, another quickly wrapped plastic film around her naked body.  This was repeated multiple times until she was mummified under dozens of layers of plastic.  She was laid back on the table, and rolls of tape wrapped over the top of the plastic, squeezing her body like a boa.  Again this was repeated, always leaving a gap in the tape over her eyes.

Eventually, she was propped up onto the molded point her bondage forced on her toes, and fingers groped the plastic over her eyes, tearing it loose.  She blinked a few times, and looked at what she was being shown.  A large plastic tub, about two feet square on the end, and maybe a foot longer than she was tall was on the floor, and two of the people who had bound her were mixing a thick white paste in the tub with long attachments on some industrial drills.  They stopped, and tested the consistency a number of times before mixing again.  This was repeated a number of times until they were happy with the mixture.  A wad of loose plastic was then stuffed over her eyes, and a few additional layers of tape sealed it in place and completed her mummification.

She was lifted up, and when they put her down again, it felt like she was resting on a soft cushion.  Then she felt the cold plaster ooze up and around her body as she sank down into it.  When it sealed up over her top, she felt some kind of prod pushing her deeper into the more solidified mix beneath her.  She was adjusted a number of times, and when her tormentors were happy she was in the center of the tub, they connected all of her tubes the the appropriate connections on the machines they had to control her.  One of them remained guard over her that night, before the tub was tipped the next day, and the plaster prism removed from its bounds.

The plaster was pushed into the oubliette, and a thin layer of plaster used to secure the machines to the face that showed through the door of the cell.  A number of connections were made through plugs that screwed into the concrete, and then the bars, the plate, and the stone were replaced and sealed.

Inside the crushing mass, she felt her bowels fill with freezing water.  It was held here until it had warmed to her body temperature, before being drawn out and replaced with a new batch, feeling like it was drawing from the first melt of mountain snow.  Her lungs kept inflating, despite the plaster resisting the expansion of her ribs.  The machine seemed to take this into account most of the time, only causing problems when she was fed.  Like the rushing water that filled her ass, her meals seemed to pump into her stomach without end.  She couldn't taste any of it, but could feel the chunky fluid as it passed through to fill her.  She could never be sure, but the fact that her meals always seemed to come after the machines had flushed her ass and released her straining bladder made her suspicious that the system was recycling much more than she would have wanted.

She continued like this.

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The Cell
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http://sammytriesagain.blogspot.com/2020/07/the-cell.html