Concrete Bondage

Here’s a vignette for the encased-in-concrete fetishists:

Brenda awoke to blackness. When she tried to move, however, she found that she was stuck tight. “No, wait a minute!” she thought. She could feel a draft on her behind and thighs. She could breathe but could not move. “What in hell has happened to me?”

Cooper came into the special soundproofed room in the warehouse he owned to see the result of his instructions. Brenda was in a tub filled with cement. The way she was situated had her laying on her stomach with her naked buttocks and upper legs the only parts of her showing. Air was being supplied through a breathing tube in the cement.

As Cooper watched the cement block with Brenda in it, he almost felt sorry for the snooty bitch. Almost. Oh well, pleasure before business. As he walked toward the block, Cooper could feel his penis harden. He watched Kym’s behind squirm and strain as she attempted to get free. “‘Kiss my ass?’ You got it, babe.” Grabbing her buttocks from behind, Cooper placed a long, languorous kiss on her ass. Then he spread her ass cheeks apart and mounted her. Cooper could hear a muffled scream come from the tube, and could feel the bucking under him, as Brenda tried her best to get away…

This comes (with light editing) from an otherwise forgettable story called Ass Bandit that was posted to alt.sex.stories by RusskerE in 1996.

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