Entombed

How I Received a Modern Pharaoh's Burial

by Hiliary Maria dubh nic Seamus

 

Mistress had promised that this would be an unusual and good session, and it is. It started with a thorough depilation of  my body hair - "ALL OF MY BODY HAIR" - including anal/rectal hair, but not any hair of my head.

Once satisfied that my body is as hair-free as possible (no great  shakes  per Assistant, after all, I am the  one  who  will eventually  hurt  if hair is there to catch).  My  cathetera1) Follett Catheters from Labbs Medical/Laboratory Supply is implanted and then I am "JoAnne Roberts" tucked and taped.  Then a  nozzle (a Double Baradex Nozzles from either Tyler Labs or Arthur Hamilton, inc.) is inserted in my rectum and inflated so I cannot expel it. Once this is done and I have been showered and then soaked in a Japanese-styled hot bath, rubbing alcohol is used to insure all body oil is gone from my skin. Standing with my legs spread fully apart completely exposing me to the administrations of the Assistants, I wait as they carefully apply Latex Liquid SKIN to every square inch of my  crotch/pubic/rectal areas so that I am completely covered and the tubes from the nozzle and catheter are sealed to my body. Then I step into a latex thong panty, which is skin-tight against  me and sealed by the tacky liquid latex, in the crotch of which special holes (compression  gaskets) are fitted and the tubes from my catheter and  nozzle are  fed through the hoses until the tightness of the panty totally compresses  my genitals into a feminine mons. More Liquid  Latex SKIN  is  applied to these panties and over my torso up to and around to the neck and over a pair of breast forms that had been cemented-on with medical adhesive is slipped over  my  legs and up to my body where after the  hoses  are  led through  the holes in the crotch, it is smoothed up to my  breast forms. Latex "SKIN" is smoothed over my forms and torso and the leotard is smoothed over. Now a latex collar and a latex top go on after latex is applied from over the breast forms to the top of my  neck (under my jaw. The top goes on first, then the  collar. Next  are my arms. I lave my hands in the latex, and latex opera gloves are molded on to my hands and arms.

Now I stand, one foot in the air, and the latex "SKIN" is brushed  on  my leg and a latex stocking is fitted (rolled  and smoothed)  over the coated leg. When the latex is set, the  same is done with the other leg. Now latex is brushed over the  stocking  covered leg and the inside of the leg of a  latex cat suit .

Once  the feet are dealt with, the latex "SKIN" is applied to  my legs  and  the  legs of the cat suit are pulled-up  and  unrolled smoothly  into  place like a second skin. This goes on  over  my entire body from neck to feet (the catheter and nozzle hoses pass through  holes in the crotch of the jumpsuit - they pass through compression  gaskets which, with the aid of a dollop  of  applied latex  "SKIN" insure a seal [Treatment includes hands and arms  - gloves sealed onto arms first and then latex over the gloves  and cat suit sleeves sealed  onto gloves  -  shoulder  length  latex gloves]).  The  final step in this preliminary process  is the application  of  a latex buckle corset to my  torso  after  first coating  the  inside with the latex "SKIN" and pressing  it  into place, it is buckled to the smallest sizing possible. I cheerfully  chirp to Mistress; "This is a breathtaking experience"  while giving her a saucy wink. She just smiles and in an ominous  tone says, "Later...Later."

I know "fun-time" is over when Mistress holds up the "Airway Electroshock  Breather's Gag"(tm)" (INFORMATION ON THIS ITEM: This was formerly available from "CAPRICE", but  I haven't seen their ads for several years. Must see if they are still in business and carry it, or try to find someone who does) before my face. Without  need of  an  order I open my mouth to accept the perforated  wedge  of plastic/rubber  (As usual, until my teeth sink into  the  grooved arc  cut  into the top and bottom it feels like my  jaw  will  be dislocated).  Once  my teeth rest in the  provided  grooves,  it takes both hands to expel the gag - I cannot push it out with  my tongue  (it depresses my tongue) nor can I extend my  jaw  sufficiently to make it drop out, the elastic "bungee cord attached to one side is drawn around the back of my neck/head, stretched  and secured  into the fitting on the other side, pressing the gag in and  making it totally impossible to remove it without use of  my hands - and very soon I will be deprived of their use.

On her command, I extend my arms, palms-up, and watch as the palms  of the latex gloves and the insides of the arms (from  the wrists to the elbows) of the latex cat suit have the Latex  "SKIN" applied. Once applied, I bring my arms  to  a  palms-together position behind my back. I feel something tightly bind my wrists together,  and  after a few wraps around my hands and  fingers  I know it is latex tubing being used to bind me. Once my hands are secured,  the latex tubing is applied in a crisscross pattern  up my  arms until it reaches a point 3-inches below my elbows  where the  crisscrossing stops (besides the wrists, hands and fingers, each  crisscross  is cinched and tied-off) and a  solid  band  of latex  tubing  goes  around my arms to the  elbows  where  it  is cinched. Then the crisscrossing reoccurs along the joint of  the elbow, stops just above the elbow and another 3-inch wide band of latex tubing is formed and cinched (In all cases, this tubing is to  be  pulled "TIGHT!!!" so that my flesh  obviously  bulges  from between the crisscrossing tubes due to the way it is digging into my  arms.).  Now a 3-inch band of latex tubing is made  from  my elbow  bind "ABOVE" my breasts and a similar band is made  below  my breasts. These are cinched between my arms and back and then the tubing  again crisscrosses to under the base of my ribs where  it again  makes  a  3-inch wide band, also  cinched.  Finally,  the tubing  is  crisscrossed to my wrists and a 6-inch wide  band  of cinched  tubing goes around my wrists and torso. The free  ends of  the tubing are run-through my crotch and up to my wrists  and back through my crotch several times before being tied off.

Now Mistress has me go over to a medical examination table. I  sit  on the end of the table and watch as Assistant  uses  the latex  "SKIN" to seal the Pointe shoes in place. She does  this by using the brush to cover my feet and lower legs as far as  the shoes  and the ribbons that bind the shoes on will go. Then  the shoes  are  put onto my feet while the latex is  tacky  and  once smoothed  into  place,  the ribbons are tied at  the  ankles and crisscrossed  up  to  the calves of my legs.  Now  Mistress  and Assistant  bind my legs. I watch as my toes are bound with a  3-inch band of latex tubing, cinched, and then crisscrossed up  the arch/instep  to my ankle. After cinching the  crisscrossing,  my ankles  are  bound with a 3-to-4-inch wide band of  latex tubing which  is  also cinched. Then the tubing is crisscrossed  up  my legs  until  it is 3-inches below my knees. Here a  3-inch  wide band of latex tubing is made, cinched, and then crisscrossed over my  knees, which is cinched. Above my knees another 3-inch  wide band of latex is formed and cinched. The crisscrossing continues until  3-inches  below mid-thigh, where a 6-inch  band  of  latex tubing  (made in 2 3-inch wide bands, individually  cinched)  are formed and cinched together. Then they continue the  crisscrossing  until 3-inches below the top of my  thigh  (3-inches  below crotch level). Here another 3-inch wide band is formed,  cinched and  then  tied off (all cinching and bands are to  be  tied-off independently of each other). The tubing goes in opposite directions  over my hips, around my wrists and torso twice,  and  then down  to the top latex band on my thighs, under the band  through my  thighs twice (again, cinching this bind) each time  following the  path up and across my hips. After the second time  the  two tubes  together go under the back of my waist band - after  going through  my crotch after the second time across my hips  and  between  my thighs, the tubing goes up over the front of  my  waist band, down between my stomach and the band, through my crotch and up between my back and the band, up and over the band, between my bound wrists, and around the waist/wrist bind several times  and tied-off.  Once  tied-off, I discover something unexpected  -  I expected  the Pointe shoes, in fact I begged that they  be  used, what  I did not expect, however, was the "trainers" that are  now attached to my legs. They go under my feet and are secured there with straps (here they are heavy rubber) across my toes and  the arch of my foot. Then my ankles are flexed as far as they can go and  the long part of the trainer is pressed against the back  of my lower leg until my feet are perfectly in line with the rest of my  leg. More straps - above the ankle, mid calf-and  under  the knee  - secure the trainers in place. I have tried to" toe  walk" in these shoes before, and it is difficult enough when I have  my hands  to use for support and balance. Without my hands,  forget it.  Add these trainers, and I know that whatever  Mistress  has planned for me is long term.

Now a pair of micro earphones (Available  in Radio specialty stores - small enough to  fit into the tip of an expandable foam earplug) is fitted into my ear canals. These  are followed by paraffin-saturated cotton wool and  makeup pads are secured over that with dermal tape. Mistress hooks them to  a portable radio to test and see that they work. This  done, she unhooks them and the rest of my preparations are done without my hearing anything. Now Mistress and Assistant slide me back on the examination table and make my lay on my back. I am completely on the table, and it takes them only a few moments to restrain me  so completely (including padded straps across the  mouth  and forehead,  neck,  upper chest, lower chest (above and below  my breasts,  respectively),  waist, hips, thighs, knees  (above  and below), mid calves, ankles, arch and toes. I can't move a muscle except for wrinkling my nose or batting my eyelashes. I worry as Mistress  fits a special stem on the strap across my mouth  and gag into the breather hole running through the gag. My fears are justified as i watch in a mirror attached to the ceiling and  see what  is now prepared for me. Assistant wheels over to the  head of the examination table a covered cart. Taking the cover off, I see in a pan of what has to be sterile solution a set of breather tubes  and  gavages.  I can only  watch  as one-at-a-time,  the breather  tubes are inserted the full 3-inches into  my  nostrils and the cord trailing from their open ends used to pull the  soft latex  cones that tipped them through the tubes, allowing  me  to breathe  through  them. Only the distorted look of  my  nostrils tells anyone looking that the tubes are there. Now Assistant and Mistress step aside as another Assistant/slave enters - I  recognize  the  person as one who has Medical  experience.  Assistant hooks the cord from the earphones to a small recorder and  speaks into  it; "Hiliary, you are to follow whatever instructions  you are  given - do you understand? Blink three times, fast, if  you do." After I comply, the new Assistant tells me to relax. I  do so,  and  watch as one after another, the gavages  are  inserted. However, to my surprise, I am not told to hold my breath so  that the gavages could enter my trachea. Instead, I am told to  start swallowing  and to continue doing so in spite of whatever  I  may feel. I comply, and as the gavages are, one at a time  inserted, I feel them enter my esophagus. Any chocking/gagging  sensations are  deadened  by  a slow stream of what I soon  recognize as a Benzocane based topical antiseptic being inserted via the stem in my  mouth (at this time I can breathe through one nostril  -  the gavage  is  only in one at this time). Finally, I see  that  the technician has stopped, and withdraws a string in the gavage, and a  similar  soft pyramid is withdrawn through the gavage. I  am told  to  try to breathe while the other gavage is  inserted.  I can't, so I have to hold my breath while this one is also inserted. Once done, and the flow of anesthetic through the gag stops, I can breath only through the gag - the gavages had been  clamped shut for now.

After some time (to allow me to get used to this situation) I watch as the technician slides a threaded fitting down each  of the gavage tubes. These fittings screw into the threaded interiors  of the breathing tubes, and I am told that they  are  sealed there  with superglue, which I watched being applied just  before they are screwed  in place. Now each gavage  is  trimmed  and carefully  rolled-over  the tip of the threaded  sleeve  -  maybe 1/4-inch length. Now my position is changed. I am not  released from my restraints, except for my head, neck and upper torso  (to and  including the waist straps). I sit up and a prop behind  my back keeps me erect. A collar is fitted around my neck, however, this  collar looks like the bevor for a Renaissance Armet - as  a piece  of armor it protected my lower face (where  the  faceplate would  not cover), and connected to it is a steel collar that  is locks  around my neck. Together, they make an effective posture collar - however, there is a more definite purpose for this item. The  technician holds a complex shaped metal tube along my  head. It  has a contour that he adjusts so it follows that of  my  neck and  head. One end is threaded and fits into the insert  in  my gavage and breathing tube, expanding the insert as he/she deftly uses  a small wrench to lock it in place, expanding the shaft  so there is no chance of any leakage. The tube goes down towards my mouth to the top of my lips (the collar fits over my mouth,  with a special hole for the stem inserted into my gag to fit through), latches  into  a  rounded channel across the top  of  the plate, across  and around my head until under my ears where it  makes  a downturn  and  comes to a stop just above my shoulders  where  it makes  another  90-degree turn and runs for a couple  of  inches. The tube is held in place here by common filament strapping tape. Another tube is also inserted, and I have no choice but to use my mouth for breathing since nothing comes through these tubes,  the other  end is closed with a plug. I am told that these  will  be connected  to containers of my nutrient and an electrolyte  solution. My heart sinks on hearing this -- I am in for a LONG, LONG session,  especially when I notice that the ends have what  looks like a grease gun fitting on them.

Now the restraints holding me to the table are released, and the  two Assistants move me to the side of the table where I am held in a standing position. I am ordered to look at the  table on  the  other side of a stool in front of me.  Then,  seemingly annoyed by something, Mistress says; "I told you 'Later...Later', well,  this now is 'Later"." She orders me taken to a post at the head of the examination table, and straps soon insure that I am bound to the post, and in a Pointe stand. I dumbly watch (the earphones have been disconnected, I am deaf) as a latex bundle is placed  on  the  examination table and opened. I  see  a  double thickness  of latex sheeting seamed together at one long end  and with some sort of press-together locking seal on the other  three sidesi1): "ZAK'S DESIGNS"..  Peeling open the three sides and folding-over the  side of  the table the sealed end, I see that down the center  of  the bottom  part  are  a row of straps - each one  about the proper location to match the restraint straps on the table (which have been withdrawn from the top of the table and are out of the way). I watch as the edges of the sheet are secured to the sides of the table. The straps are opened and spread-out. Then, to my surprise, the top is folded-back over the table, and I see something I overlooked. On one side of the sheet, near the head of the table, are two latex sleeves. I watch as to the inside of one of the sleeves a 2-foot long by 1-inch piece of reinforced hose is inserted into the sleeve. Another piece of hose, about 4-6 feet long is fitted over the end and a compression clamp is used to make a secure seal. A flanged piece of PVC hardware is slid into the other sleeve, and a similar hose is fitted over the end and sealed there. Now the sheeting is again draped over the side of the table and what I recognize as an inflatable body sack, which I have been teasing Mistress to use, is spread on the table. To my surprise, I see that there are straps in the interior of the sack that correspond with the straps on the sheet. I finally realize what is in store for me (I now recognize the scenario - I wrote it) as Mistress holds before me an Inflatable helmet, with the built-in breathing tube, but turning it inside-out, I see that the tube ends flush with the inner shell of the helmet. I see a short length of thick rubber form a 1-inch diameter tube about 1/2 inches long with an odd-shaped piece of heavy latex on it. Making signs, I soon understand from Assistant that the odd piece of latex is to go between my lips and teeth, protecting my lips from my teeth. However, before these are fitted on me, there is one more preparation.

The Assistants slide hard rubber rods under my bound arms, between my arms and my back. Securing the rings on the ends to hooks hanging from a pulley, they then release the straps holding me to the post and raise me 6-inches from the floor. I watch as they take what looks like a donut, fit my feet into it and slowly begin to unroll it up my bound body, smoothing it as they go. It soon becomes obvious that this is a one-piece body sack. I watch in the mirrors on the walls as they turn me to make sure that the sack is smooth and perfectly fits me. When they come to the hips, I watch in the double reflection in front of me as they fit the catheter and nozzle hoses through compression gaskets. When they come to the waist, I am lowered to the floor, and in a Pointe position strapped against the table (this latex/rubber is so heavy that I almost don't need the straps keeping me erect. It would be an effort to flex my legs at all) and the rod disconnected from the pulley and removed. Soon, it is up to the top of my shoulders, and the connections of my feeding tubes to the collar are carefully unlocked and moved so that the collar of the sack can be fitted over the steel collar. Why am I not surprised to find that these clips fit through the collar and in seconds the tubes are reconnected to the steel collar. Now the earphones are reconnected. Mistress tells me; "It is dinner time, and we will blindfold you and restrain you to the post, but you won't be forgotten. Look..." and she has the Assistants hold before me containers with hoses that will fit to the connections on my feeding gavages. On one container is the message "Food", and the other "Drink". I am restrained to the post, but before my head is restrained, a cart is moved close to the post. The containers are placed on the floor, and I watch as two other containers are brought in and connected to my catheter and nozzle. Another container is suspended above my head, with a dropper tube in the hose, and connected to what I can only assume is the input port of the lavage I know I am to get. Mistress tells me that I am to be fed via the hoses from the containers on the floor, but they won't be hung. In the future, neither will the lavage container. For now, I will only be fed and given drink via the pumps on the cart - I see that the Assistants have connected the feeding and drinking containers to the pumps, and hoses are led to my gavages and connected to them. I watch as the tubes from the pumps Are connected to my input tubes. I watch in the mirror as the hose to my nozzle is opened, but my expelling hoses remained clamped. Finally, I am blindfolded and the last thing I hear before my earphones are disconnected and my head and neck secured to the post is that we would continue in the morning, and that since there is air in the lines, I should expect some little amount of discomfort tonight With that, I hear the "click" of the jack being removed from the amplifier, and I'm totally blind, deaf, dumb, and unable to feel anything on my skin except for the small part of my face still uncovered, and the constant, increasing pain from the tightness of my bonds.

Morning at Last....To say I am in discomfort is an understatement. While I haven't lost circulation, I know that these latex tubing bonds are tighter than anything I have experienced before. The only reason I have any circulation is because of my extra layers of latex apparel between my skin and the bonds. I feel bloated and stuffed like never. The combined feeding and lavage-enema (which I have had to retain all night, as well as not being able to urinate) make me feel stuffed in a very uncomfortable way. Soon, I feel the straps securing my head to the post being removed, and the pressures on my colon and stomach stop increasing. Suddenly, there is a decrease of pressure in my bladder and colon - when the blindfold is released and the earphones are reconnected, Assistant tells me that now a special preparation has to be done before we finish. I notice that there are several small containers (largest about 1 quart) on the cart. This one is picked-up and connected to one of my gavages (after a stream of air was used to clear both of them - giving me a gassy feeling) and a small bottle of 1-2 ounce capacity is connected to an input port on the hose. "Extract of Sienna in the smaller bottle, and Mycelium in solution in the larger" she tells me. My heart sinks on hearing this - it means at least 8 more hours like this - The Sienna, I know from experience, takes 8 hours to work. Almost the same for the Mycelium. She adds, "Seven Hours from now, you will be removed from the post. At that time a heavy-duty suppository will be inserted into you via the hose and nozzle, and then a full adult-size Fleet TM Enema will be administered. Thirty minutes later, you will receive a full 2-quart enema of 1/4 cup of Castile Soap per quart of warm water. On the 8 hour mark, you will be allowed to expel this. Now, for your other problem...". On these words she attached to the other gavage another 1-quart bottle and said "Water" and adjusted the dropping tube on it to regulate the flow. Then she opened the clamp on the bottle of Sienna, and in seconds it was empty.

Filling the bottle with water after she removed it, she reconnected it and emptied it with the rinse. Now she opened both of the other bottles suspended there, and I watched the laxative rush through. The other bottle was connected to a pump and the pump was set very slow. "This, she said, will take 4-hours to run. After that, you have 4-hours to wait before we decide to let you have relief." She leaves. No need to blindfold me - she just turns the light out and closes the door. In this windowless room there is only perpetual night.

Time passes - it seems an eternity.

Blinding light wakes me - I had dozed-off. I can only watch as the Assistants shut-off the pump and disconnect the hoses (and same with the catheter and nozzle hoses). I am released from the straps holding me to the post, and they drag me to the examination table. Placing me prone across the table, my body bent at my hips, a pillow under my waist making my legs and torso form a "V", I can only wait for what will happen. The cart is right before me, and the way my head is supported, I can see what is on it. There is a sausage-like object about 1/2-inch in diameter and 2-inches long. I watch as a latex-clad hand in a surgical glove takes it, peels the foil cover off, and puts a dollop of lubricant on it. There is a "click" as my earphones are turned on, and I hear Assistant say, "this suppository will now be implanted and it will take 10 hours for the outer layer to dissolve. You will retain the Pac an additional 6 hours. After inserting the suppository we will insert the enema - when you are allowed to relieve yourself it will be after over half of a day in the sack and bubble." Shortly I feel something press firmly against the constriction caused by my rectum where the hose enters. "A catheter has just been inserted into you via the nozzle. This catheter is placed in your upper colon and now the suppository will be inserted, then the enema. The catheter will not be removed for any reason until this is over - if it is. You see, Mistress has expanded on your scenario. In addition to the bondages, you will be sealed into an overlapping series of chambers, from one barely large enough to hold the equipment needed to keep you alive, to a final one like a bank vault. Each will be on a timer, each will automatically be disabled and permanently jam the locks if there is any escape/or attempt to release you before the preset time."

Now I am released from this "Rape Me" position. I can only watch as Assistant seats me on the end of the table, carefully gathers my hair and rolls it into a bun that is under the base of my skull. A thin shower-type cap is pulled over my head, and the strap is secured under my chin. Now she tells me, "Close your eyes and keep them closed." I feel pads press against my eyes, and pressure on the sides of my head, as well as on my eyes tells me that some elastic fabric is securing the pads in place. I hear in my earphones a "ripping" sound as Velcro is stuck together, and the pads remain. I don't think the worse is over - I know better, and Assistant tells me so..."O.K., the easy part for you is over. I am going to put the inflatable discipline helmet on you, co-operate or I will do those small things that are guaranteed to make this experience hell, rather than the severe discomfort you want. Understand? Mistress might not like what I can do to you, but by that time they will be history, and I will be able to persuade her that you deserved them."

I feel the pressure of the helmet on top of my head - it is made of heavy gauge rubber to withstand the pressures involved when it is pumped-up. It is slowly unrolled, sliding at first until it comes-down to my eyes. When it is over my eyes, she tells me to swallow - and as I do, something is fed down my throat and I hear "I don't like you, Hiliary. I never have. Mistress always lets you write the scenarios and gives you the best ones -- I never could stand what you wrote for yourself for this one, but I still hate you. This is a taste of what I can do to you to increase your discomfort, and Mistress will believe you deserved it. This is a breathing catheter. Enjoy it, and think on what else I can do to make this hard experience purely miserable." With that the helmet continued to unroll until I sensed that she has stopped. Now I am feeling more pressure as the outer flaps (not pressure flaps) on the back are laced together and then the zipper over is shut. The pressure is there, not unendurable, just pressure.

Now I hear from Assistant: "I am going to position you in the body bag. DON'T BE DUMB! I can make it uncomfortable or painful if you struggle, and I would so love to do so." Not being dumb, I act like placid clay as she puts me onto my back and then turns me so I am face-down on the sack, my head turned and resting on the right side. I feel the straps in the body sack being buckled and tightened. When the built-in collar is secured, she tells me; "Not tight enough, I'm going to get the 'goats' foot (This is a leverage device shaped like its namesake. Cocked with the lever pointed towards the user and the other end securely hooked to a strap, it is capable of reducing the length of strap needed by 1/2 to 3/4 of an inch)." In moments she tells me "O.K., now to get you tight." And she does. Except for the straps where excessive tightness would crush bones (chest, etc) I can tell that my flesh is bulging on either side of the straps. I feel as if I am being sliced into sections. Finally, satisfied, Assistant tells me; "Well, you won't get out of this. Now to close the bags - and Honey - remember that there are two more sets of straps besides these - the ones to secure the bag to the bottom of the bubble, and those on the table. All in all, I could have you to where you won't be able to breathe - and maybe I will - it seems a good idea." With this, I feel the sides of the body sac being closed around me and the pressure as the inner flap is laced shut and then the outer zipped.

"O.K., Hiliary. Now to inflate the helmet and sack, oh, and I am going to connect your breathing tube to a respirator before leaving - not even being able to control your breathing seems to appeal to me." With that I feel the already tight helmet and sac press against me as air is pumped into them. Soon, I find my breathing hampered, and when I try to struggle for more air, no luck -- in fact, I suddenly notice that my breathing is at an artificial rate - that of a surgical respirator. "Hiliary, now I am going to inflate the helmet and bag for real. Once I start the pumps, there is no stopping until the safety is tripped and shuts-off the pump. Say 'Quit, I Quit Mistress' service' if you want out -- I might even release you then. Do you want out? You know what to say. I don't want to hear a groan or screech. You must say what I told you." Of course, for her it was a safe bet - I could barely groan, much talk, even if I wasn't gagged. Over the ear-phones I hear pumps start (Assistant had used a small squeeze bulb for the initial inflation - just to test and see all is airtight. Slowly, I feel as if I am being crushed - even breathing is becoming more difficult and labored as the pressure is applied to every inch of my body. After what seems to be an eternity, Assistant tells me; "Hiliary, the pumps have stopped. I have secured the straps holding you to the bottom of the bubble. I've also secured your outer line to the scrub bottle." That explains why my breathing is harder - the scrub bottle is really several bottles, each half-filled with water. In each bottle there are two tubes through the stoppers, one reaching to 1-inch from the bottom - this is the input line, and one 1-inch above the surface of the water in the bottle. Tubing connects the out-line of one bottle to the intake of the next (except for the first bottle - nothing except a gauze stuffing/filter on the end of the tube on the intake, or the last to the pump. Between this, the tight bondage, the cramping sensations in my bowels - I am already miserable. Why does she want to half-strangle me? "O.K. Hiliary. Almost home. I have connected the top of the bubble to the exhaust pump and have sealed it over you. I am starting the pump -- now!) I feel nothing. The inflatable sack and helmet are wonderful insulators. In theory, I know what is going to happen now. The pump will exhaust 7 to 8 pounds of air pressure from the bubble, pulling the top down on my body until an unbound person would not be able to move. In my case, like the table straps which I know Assistant will use, any attempt to struggle is a futile exercise.

Assistant cuts-into my thoughts. "Hiliary, I'm leaving now and I am going to lock you in. How-ever, I just wanted to tell you the last thing I am doing - I am quitting when I leave, and I have reset the timers. In addition, as soon as I finish speaking, these earphones will only pick-up random white noise. I think that should be delightful. Good-by Hiliary. I hope you are here for a LONG TIME - like a Pharaoh's time." With that all I hear is something so far in the background that I cannot concentrate on it. As my senses fade, I realize that it is the promised white sound concealing some subliminal message. All I know is that now I can't concentrate on anything, even sensing time. I suddenly feel more pressure in my colon and stomach - Assistant had activated the pumps for my feeding and drinking as well as my lavage/enema. I try to visualize Assistant moving-into place with an overhead industrial 2500 pound hoist the steel panels that will be the first enclosure (the floor is part of it, and the roof will be lowered soon. This is assembled with the use of an air wrench. Once this is done, she will seal the rubber sheeting around it making it waterproof (my air comes in via a pipe overhead and into the steel enclosure). Then a water-proof door will be sealed in the wall and the room will be flooded. Finally, she will leave via two more doors, one a steel grill and the other a bank vault-type door and lock and timer.

Alone, terrified/thrilled, stimulated, in pain/discomfort, my survival dependent upon machines to pump my food, drink, even the air I breathe through the tube that is almost gagging me - I realize from the cramps increasing that the time for me to eliminate is near -- I hope Assistant opened the clips - other-wise I am in real trouble and on my way to being buried for real. Upsetting as all of this is, one thing panics me and has me scream into my gag and breathing catheter -- what if something happens to Mistress, if she is hurt, killed, or otherwise unable to come here? With Assistant gone, Mistress and I are the only ones that know where this dungeon is (and it is a dungeon -- it is underground, deep underground). What if Assistant decides to seal-off the entrance and leave me to my fate? Would it be 4,000 years before I am discovered? My food and drink are limited. What if I run out? Or my impeded breathing panics me and I don't come down? Or my circulation fails because of the tight binding. I almost hear Assistant laughing at me and taunting me "You had it all Hiliary, now take it with you..." - or am I imagining hearing her?

  

  

  

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