Based on an idea by Abrank *** “It is the decision of our high priest that, for their safety, these women are to be buried at sea. We shall now carry out his will.” The four women stood on the deck of the ship, trying to keep their balance as the vessel bobbed amongst the waves like a child’s toy. Their limbs shackled and restrained, they were helpless to stop the nuns, who descended upon them. A short distance away, locked in a cage, Sanshi watched as her fellow virgins were prepared for a burial at sea. “How does it feel?” The high priestess asked her. “Knowing that within the hour, you will all be at the bottom of the ocean?” Sanshi put her head up high. “I would take ocean’s embrace over your draconian institution any day.” The guard scowled, twisting his grip on the stick. On deck, the young women were being freed from their cuffs and stripped naked, forced into thick, white wetsuits, upon which the zippers were padlocked shut, trapping them inside. Arm binders were produced, which their arms were forced into and then strapped down with numerous belts, their legs cuffed back together, restraining them once again. “Why not just throw us in and get it over with?” Sanshi demanded. “The act of burial is a complicated matter,” the priestess said, eyeing the procedure before her. “We must prepare these women, yet remind them that this is punishment for betrayal of trust. Your trust.” Sanshi looked away, scowling. “Do not forget Sanshi, it was your act of lust that has decided the fates of these women. They were under your care. And when you broke your vow of chastity, we have to protect them from being corrupted.” “By murdering us?” “By ensuring that they will pass from this world while still pure and untainted by the carnal desires.” On the deck, the other nuns were busy outfitting the virgins with additional restraints, including thick muzzles that covered and filled their mouths. But the women did not struggle. They had been well trained by the faith, and would not struggle, even in the face of oblivion. Sanshi cursed as thick hoods were pulled onto the heads of her charges. They had been quiet and defiant during their preparation, but when the hoods went on, blinding them, they began to squirm and mew, realizing that they would never see the sun again. “Monsters!” Sanshi spat. “You would do well to watch your tongue,” the nun said. “This is your own doing. This is justice.” “This is cruelty!” “You are all getting what you deserve. Nothing more, nothing less. It is what our priest, and our faith, decree.” The women were struggling as belts were strapped around their legs, immobilizing them even further. Their slick white suits glistened in the sun as they were picked up and carried towards the edge of the ship, where giant blocks of cement awaited. Within each block was a long chain, to which a pair of manacles were attached. Each woman’s feet were placed within the manacles, which were then locked shut. Despite their refusal to show fear, the women began to whimper, knowing what was coming. “Are they ready?” The priestess called out. The guards nodded. The cage door was opened and Sanshi yanked out, struggling in her cuffs as she was marched to the end of the stern. “You will watch your charges go to the deep,” the priestess said. “A thousand yells in hell for you!” Sanshi snarled. Ignoring her, the priestess looked towards the other prisoners. “Send these pure virgins to their graves.” One by one, the henchwomen were taken to the edge of the ship and tossed overboard. They plunged into the water, immediately sinking from sight. Each one struggled for all they were worth as they were tossed to the sea, and then claimed by it. The last virgin was finally tossed over, splashing into the water before sinking beneath the waves, vanishing from sight. “The burial is almost complete,” the priestess said. “Prepare Sanshi.” Sanshi fought as she was grabbed by the nuns, but she was helpless, surrounded by too many of them to fight off. They tore off her virgin’s dress, leaving her naked. Like her charges, she was forced into a slick rubber suit that was two sizes too small, sticking to her like glue. But unlike her charges, Sanshi was going to head to her watery grave in a different set of restraints. Once she was sealed in her suit, Sanshi watched in horror as the nuns pulled out a thick neoprene sleep sack, also two sizes too small. She kicked and struggled as she was forced into it, her arms and legs going into the internal sleeves. The zipper was pulled up and locked shut, sealing her inside. She struggled, trying to get free even as belts were wrapped around the sack and buckled shut. Escape was impossible now, but she continued to fight, defiant to the end, refusing to go quietly. She was hoisted to her feet, still struggling as the guards brought, of all things, a scuba tank and forced the mouthpiece in. It tasted horrible, for it was covered with a fast acting glue that quickly took hold. “Such a defiant one,” the priestess said as the air tank was strapped to Sanshi’s chest. “Truly, if you had focused your energy on your studies, you would have gone so far. Instead you wasted it by having sex with an outsider. Now you will end your days here, and the corruption you brought will be buried with you.” Sanshi scowled, trying to curse behind the thick mouthpiece that plugged her mouth shut. “Because your sin was mortal, your punishment will be more severe,” the priestess said as the engines of the boat roared to life. “The virgins were buried in shallow waters, where their bodies will become one with nature. But your grave will be much deeper.” Sanshi glared at her, wanting to throw a few curses at her priestess. “Your grave will be further out, where you will be buried at the very bottom of the ocean. You will be given an air tank, so that you will spend an hour contemplating your crime, and the fact that you will spend eternity in darkness, your name recorded in everlasting shame.” The boat stopped. Sanshi was picked up and carried to the back of the boat, much as her own charges had been carried. But there were no cement blocks waiting for her. Instead, there was a large rock that had been attached to a crane ever since they had left the dock. It was lowered towards her, a single large cuff chained to it. Sanshi watched in horror as the guards took the cuff and locked it around her sack, ensuring a tight fit. “Farewell Sanshi. With your burial, the sin you brought to our faith will come to an end.” The crane moved the giant rock away from the deck. Helpless, Sanshi fell to the deck, wiggling furiously as she was dragged off the ship, dangling above the water, watching as the guards and the priestess watched her. She tried to scream at them, to curse their names and the day she had joined with them. The rock was released. It plunged into the water, dragging Sanshi with it. Her last sight of the world above was the ship, and those glaring down at her. Then the water covered her face, and she was pulled under. Once under the surface, the rock began to plunge quickly, Sanshi helpless to stop it as she was dragged along. Her eyes darted about, stinging in the water, as she watched the water get darker and darker. High above, the boat was already becoming hazy and hard to see. Helpless, she watched the dark blue of the ocean surface fade to black as the rock plunged ever deeper into the depths of the Indian Ocean, taking her with it. Soon…all was dark, and Sanshi knew nothing but her pounding heart, and the ice cold chill of the water surrounding her. Loosing track of time, it was a shock when she hit the bottom, the rock embedding itself into the mud and muck. She floated from it, helpless, bubbles of air seeping from her mouth, but she couldn’t see it. Thrashing, Sanshi tried to get free, but she had no such luck. The manacle around her ankles was solid steel. There was no way to free it. The awful realization made her rock back and forth in despair… until she hit something. Startled, Sanshi wiggled again, trying to figure out what she had it. Whatever it was, it’s surface was rough and coarse… and it suddenly struck her that if she could get the zipper on the infernal sack caught on the surface, she might be able to wiggle it undone, slip out, get rid of the manacle, and swim to freedom. It was a desperate plan, but it was all she had. Wiggling, she moved as quickly as she could, trying to get the zipper to catch. But it was harder then she thought. The zipper wouldn’t catch. Thrashing as much as her restrained body would allow, she tried again. The zipper caught. It was only for a moment, but Sanshi’s momentum was enough to pull it down half an inch. Encouraged by her success, Sanshi tried again. But she could feel the air leaving the tank much quicker then she had imagined. Her panicked efforts were going to suck air out faster then if she was still. But that only forced her on to greater efforts… whether she would live, or die, she had to try. Deep down in the dark depths of the ocean, Sanshi fought, alone… her fate uncertain. ...

This is a work of pure fiction. After all, if you wanted reality, you would be watching television, wouldn’t you? This story was inspired by a reader. Why not inspire me now? His name is Keith and the most interesting thing I can say about him would take a week or so to make up. He is neither rich nor good looking, but then I’m no super model either. He is intelligent with a good sense of humor, polite, and seven years younger than I. My name is Nancy, that is my middle name, my first name is Elisabeth. I never liked any of the nick names, Liz, Beth, and Lilly for Elisabeth or Elisabeth itself for that matter. My mother who goes by Betty is also, Elisabeth. She named me with the intention of calling me by my middle name, which I have always preferred. ...

After a late lunch out, Lisa, Ashley, Suzi and I were out walking in a park on a warm Sunday afternoon in July. The park was beautiful. There was a lush lawn and the flowers all around were in magnificent bloom. We were just walking around, talking and gossiping and giggling, probably a little too loudly. We were feeling a little hot, and decided to go walk in the nearby woods, to take advantage of the shade. The woods was mostly a pine forest. There were lots of tall pine trees scattered about, with rather small trunks that had no branches until you looked way up. The floor of the woods was covered with soft brown pine needles. Clumps of 6’-8’ high bushes were scattered all over. We weren’t paying much attention to where we walked, as we continued our conversations. ...

Sasha’s large brown eyes were rimmed with red, black streaks wound their way down her flushed cheeks. Her long dark brown hair splayed and matted across her face. Suddenly a knock at the door created a mixture of fear and relief and, it raced through her body. When she heard the key to the front door slide into the lock the fear took over. Not wanting to be found in her current vulnerable position she renewed her efforts to gain freedom. ...

continued from part two Part 3: Monday-Spread and Stretched We got up Monday morning with nothing particular to do so, after breakfast I had Jane release my hands and lock them in front and then got the grass whip to take down some more weeds around the yard. I worked on it ’til around noon when we had lunch and Jane said lets take a walk. We put me on the eighteen-inch hobble with hands locked behind and leash attached and started for the beach. We kept going to the third cove to see what shape it was in. It was looking good so we started back to the cabin. ...

continued from part one Part Two She tugged at the bottom of the shirt, trying to will it longer, but it just wouldn’t go past the top of her rib cage; she thought she might be more dressed, or at least feel more dressed in her rope bikini tie, but only just. She looked down at her bare feet slipped into her damp flip-flops and estimated that from toes to tits she had maybe three or four inches of cover, the pale skin of her bare mid-riff and long legs shining in the glow of the parking lot lamps. Sarah reconsidered going to get food and just taking them home, but the idea of parading into a brightly lit restaurant in front of God and everyone in the skimpiest outfit she had ever worn just got her tingly; a near naked run through a public place sans the bondage gear, and definitely caught. Besides, she wanted to do this to rile up the ladies one last time; and she was hungry. ...

“This is an odd way to make a sculpture, Amy.” I wiggled my toes and fingers while she dipped another twenty-four inch length of two inch wide cloth through the vat of liquefied cornstarch. “It’s totally normal. You cast a body, and once you take it off, you fill. Then you make a second cast for the bronze-work. I know what I’m doing.” She wrapped the layer around my thigh, adding to the nearly inch thickness that already had me thinking of the tin-man. ...

Confident, I walk through the hallway to my bedroom carrying a small black box in my hand. It contains the final piece I needed for the setup. Essentially part of the brains of what would soon be both my lover and tormenter for hours on end. Arriving in my room I walk over to a table that is covered with tools, components and drawings. From under a stack of paper, I recover a white plastic box roughly the size and shape of a shoebox. One side of the box is covered with connectors. The top contains a couple of buttons, a display and an empty slot. Using a pair of tweezers, I extract a chip from the small black box and carefully place it in the slot. After I’m sure it’s in and secure I flip a switch. A green led lights up and a red one starts to blink. The display shows a selfcheck and then complains there’s no hardware attached… Satisfied I switch it back off. It’s complete.. ...

She rang the bell and stood outside on the steps of the stoop, shivering a little in the cold fall air. Her double-ponytailed, jet black hair blew in the breeze, as did her light skirt, exposing the high platform, strappy goth boots she wore. She was actually nervous, it occurred to her. She wasn’t afraid of anything - her multiple piercings and tattoos, among other things, were a testament to that. Yet, here she was shivering, and she wasn’t sure it was all the cold. ...

A gust of cold wind hit Ona head-on as she jogged over the bridge, but the tall dark-haired girl didn’t mind. She was dressed for this weather - her long athletic legs sheathed in lined spandex, her torso protected by a snug windbreaker, even her hands and ears covered in gloves and a hat. Ona took a lot of pride in the excellent shape she kept herself in, and a big part of that was not letting a little cold weather keep her from her daily run. And really, it was a gorgeous morning, bright and sunny, just rather chilly. There were a few other folks out in the park alongside the river - some other runners and a few folks walking dogs. Everyone was bundled up tight. There certainly wasn’t a lot of skin showing on a day like this. ...

Dolly lay there eyes masked by a blindfold, mouth enclosed completely in thick gaffa tape. She was imprisoned on the table completely helpless in her bonds. Her arms were chained to in front of her, her legs helplessly chained to the table too. Dolly felt like a very helpless dolly indeed. Dolly had been dressed in her favourite red corset, the one that makes her shiver with anticipation when it is put on her, as her dolly titties stick right out of holes in the front, and dolly knows that she is going to be used and played with when she wears her special dolly corset. ...

I browsed though the magazines in the rack while I waited in the queue eventually just picking one out at random, not really for the stories but the crosswords made work more bearable, I’m a customer service adviser, and yes that’s a fancy title for someone who answers the phones in one of the businesses that have gone back to the ‘human’ touch way of thinking. The old man in front paid and shuffled out of the store so I placed the basket on the counter and waited while the robotic shop assistant efficiently packed the few items I was purchasing. ‘He’, I say he because this model had no discernible gender features which I always thought just made things harder, smiled at me and said “Hello Jenny ready meal again? I had deduced from your shopping habits that you enjoyed food preparation?” ...

I browsed though the magazines in the rack while I waited in the queue eventually just picking one out at random, not really for the stories but the crosswords made work more bearable, I’m a customer service adviser, and yes that’s a fancy title for someone who answers the phones in one of the businesses that have gone back to the ‘human’ touch way of thinking. The old man in front paid and shuffled out of the store so I placed the basket on the counter and waited while the robotic shop assistant efficiently packed the few items I was purchasing. ‘He’, I say he because this model had no discernible gender features which I always thought just made things harder, smiled at me and said “Hello Jenny ready meal again? I had deduced from your shopping habits that you enjoyed food preparation?” I rolled my eyes “uh hu and how much do I owe you?” ...

Total Darkness…….. Cannot see because of the blindfold….. Cannot remove it because of the cuffs…… Don’t really wan’t to because this was chosen to happen…… The car moves through the streets quickly as the subject is unaware of the destination since blindfolded and cuffed at home during the scheduled pickup time. No worries since, as arranged the contents were placed into pre paid storage locker and the lease set to terminate tomorrow. Once in the car the subject was then ball gagged. It was now impossible to even ask the destination, not that it would have been told. ...

The Doll Factory 7: Anatomically Incorrect AmyAmy F/f; M+/f; plastic; machines; bodymod; dollsuit; latex; leather; bond; cons/reluct; X continued from part 6 Part 7: Anatomically Incorrect Once again I’m sitting in the ADAM chair. It’s now the third day. Mercifully, I haven’t spoken with the Doctor for two whole days. I have just descended from another trip to heaven. Perhaps it will be my last. Lauren should have made her move by now. Something has gone wrong, I know it. I think that now it’s far too late for her to rescue me, but she could still do … something. ...

The “hotel” had certainly seen better days. A sign of constantly changing times, the once stately private residence had long since been converted, to house travelers and vacationers. Typically, those of lesser financial means. The two men walked casually through the entrance, unconcerned about security. This probably due to the fact that there wasn’t any. Dressed neither for business nor holiday, their attire was so nondescript as to render them almost invisible. Each carried a small duffle, the effect helping to further blend them into the background. ...

The door was firmly closed, and there was even a sign hung on it telling everyone to ‘KEEP OUT’ in big letters. But I was bored. Stately homes always bored me, and I had slipped away from our tour group to have a look round on my own. After all, it’s not like I hadn’t paid to see around the place, and there was nothing in my ticket that said I had to stay with the tour. ...

It was Friday, and the clock slowly ticked away the hours and minutes in the quiet office. As Cathy sat at her desk beside the window, she felt the rays of the late afternoon sun penetrating her thin silk blouse, warming her soft, rounded breasts, her small, pink nipples swollen under the caressing silk. The clasp of her black fishnet stockings, and the firm constriction of her thighs by her short, black leather skirt contrasted comfortably with the soft, caressing looseness of her blouse. ...

continued from part one For Gromet and all those who read this site. You are real to me. This is a work of fiction. As per standard, take extreme care when you tie and/or bind or lock yourself up. And especially when you play with anyone. Don’t, I repeat, DON’T burn anyone! And always have an ‘out’. Know your limits. And know theirs. Otherwise you may very well kick that nasty breathing to live habit you got going on. Savvy? Anyway, on with it. ...

continued from part one Part 2: Wednesday-Propane Problem In the last chapter of this story you learned my wife, Jane, and I were at a friend’s cabin on a large lake and I was naked and chained hand and foot and also had tight plastic cuffs applied by the local sheriff. When I woke I had to get up and hop and jump outdoors so I could water a tree. I then noticed that the gas lamp was off. We had left it burning last night because I couldn’t turn it off with my hands behind me. I hopped into the cabin and tried lighting the stove. It wouldn’t light so we must have a gas problem somewhere. I woke Jane and asked her to cut the plastic thingies off me and unlock my hands leaving just the eighteen-inch hobble on me. I turned off the gas lamp, locked my hands together and put the six-inch chain between my wrists and neck collar, locking me up as we had agreed. I could then go up the hill and try to figure out what was wrong with the gas. ...