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\nBuried Alive (Isla de Justina)

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\nThis is an Isla de Justina\nstory. Isla de Justina is a fictional island in the Caribbean, which\noffers very special vacations. Lesbian masochists may pay to go on\nholiday there, and have their nastiest, most painful lesbian\nfantasies come true.

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\nBuried Alive

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\nAlice blamed Edgar Allen Poe\nfor her fantasies. She had read one of his collections when she had\nbeen a young teenager. There had been a couple of stories dealing\nwith premature burial or being walled up alive. There had not been\nany sexual content. But that had not stopped her from wondering how\nterrible it must be to wake up and find that you were in a coffin,\nwith no way out. \n

\n As she got older, the\nwarped fantasy got a bit sexier as she imagined that it was her being\nburied alive, and that she was naked in the coffin. Not only naked,\nbut in some sort of bondage. Over the next few years her fantasy\nexpanded, with her being in some sort of pain, and not being able to\ndo anything about it. She was totally helpless, tied up in a coffin\nunderground, and nobody was going to rescue her. She would be in\nagony, from the torture of choice, until she expired.

\n Eventually she settled on\nthere being wires going into her coffin, and it being electrical\ntorture, as that was the most feasible. It was something which,\ntheoretically, could be done. But she never expected to have the\nopportunity to experience it.

\n Alice discovered the Isla\nde Justina website by accident, while searching for stories, pictures\nand videos of her particular fetish. She already had many stories\nstored on her computer, and transferred to her electronic pad for\nreading at night, ones garnered from literary bdsm sites all over the\nweb.

\n She exchanged a series of\ne-mails with them, to see if they catered to her particular kink. She\nwas rather surprised to discover that they did. She made sure that\nthey realised that her particular fetish was not about her being\nkilled, and that she wanted to get dug up and continue her life.

\n After many attempts – she\ndidn’t like what she had written – this was what she finally\nemailed as a scenario to the Isla de Justina.

\n I want to be buried in a\ncoffin, at least six feet underground. I want to be in bondage the\nentire time, with a metal dildo in my vagina and a second metal dildo\nin my anus. I want to experience regular shocks from the dildoes, so\nthat they will not allow me to catch more than a little sleep at a\ntime. \n

\n I want to be in utter\ndarkness in the coffin. I do not want to be able to judge the passage\nof time. I don’t want to know whether six hours or a couple of days\nhave passed.

\n The payment for her fantasy\nput a serious dent in Alice’s savings. But she hoped that it would\nbe worth it, as she jetted off to the Isla de Justina.

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\nThe Isla de Justina was far\nmore beautiful than she had expected it to be. To her it could easily\nhave been a major tourist destination, with its white sand beaches\nand tropical climate.

\n In the airport she noted\nthe blue latex uniforms of the staff. But latex wasn’t really her\nthing. She let one of the young women show her to a luxurious room.

\n Alice relaxed, and enjoyed\na bath. She had been told that her fantasy scenario would begin when\nshe returned to the reception area, and that she would not need any\nclothing. \n

\n Did she really want to go\nahead with this? She was both turned on and frightened by the\nprospect of being put inside a coffin and buried in the ground. What\nabout if something went wrong? She didn’t want to die. But the\ndistant possibility of death was a turn on for her. Death was sexual.

\n After an hour of\nindecision, following her bath, Alice decided to go through with it.\nShe knew that she would only regret it if she chickened out and\ncaught the aeroplane out of the Isla de Justina. Besides, she had\nalready paid for her fantasy, and the money was non-refundable.

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\nAlice walked out of her\nbedroom, taking only the electronic keycard with her, leaving her\npossessions safe in the room. It felt to walk naked to the elevator,\nand then go down to the lobby. She noticed that there was a security\ncamera high up in the corner of the lift, its electronic eye watching\nher and presumably recording. \n

\n In the reception area she\nwalked over to the desk. The woman there was blonde and had her hair\nin a pixie cut. The woman smiled when she saw Alice approaching.\nAlice’s nudity did not seem to bother her one whit.

\n “Are you ready for your\nscenario?” Isadora asked, taking the keycard from Alice.

\n “Yes.” Alice managed to\nsqueak out. \n

\n “Rebecca will drive you\nto your grave.” Isadora said. “Please go with her.”

\n Alice turned around to see\na statuesque redhead with above average breasts standing there,\nsqueezed into her blue latex uniform.

\n “Alright.” Alice said.

\n Rebecca led Alice out of\nthe West exist of the main airport area. There was a Land Rover\nthere.

\n “Get in.” Rebecca said.\nAlice got in. \n

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\nThe Land Rover sped off, going\nthrough trees which could only be described as a Caribbean Jungle.\nAfter a while it came out of the trees to a large, flat area. \n

\n There were three women\nwaiting there. They wore black leggings and tops, with camouflaged\ncombat jackets over the top. Each of the three women also wore a\nblack balaclava, so that the women’s features could not be seen.

\n “Get out.” Rebecca\nsaid. Alice got out. The Land Rover drove off.

\n Alice could see what looked\nlike an open grave. She peered over the edge to see an open coffin.\nThere were wires coming out of the end of the coffin. Two of the\nwires attached to metal phalluses. A third attached to what looked\nlike a catheter. There was another wire ending in a needle. The tube\nof the wire was clear, and there was liquid in it. Alice guessed that\nit was some sort of a drip. And there were two wires ending in what\nlooked like plastic pads.

\n “Get down into the\ncoffin.” one of the women said. Alice climbed down into the coffin.\nOne of the other women climbed down, as well, standing on bare ground\njust outside of the coffin. She picked up the smaller of the metal\ndildoes. She got out a tube, and squeezed conductive gel onto the\ndildo. \n

\n “Stick that up your\nanus.” the woman ordered. “If I do it, I’ll be rough.”

\n With some difficulty Alice\nforced the dildo into her anal cavity. Next came the dildo for her\ncunt. That, too, was anointed in conductive gel. Alice slowly forced\nit into her cunt. She was surprised to find that she was wet. But she\nwas turned on, even though she was scared now that she was faced with\nthe actual prospect of being buried alive.

\n The catheter was painful\ngoing in. Alice had never had anything up her urethra before. \n

\n “Legs together.” Alice\nput her legs together. They were manacled together. A leather belt\nwent around her waist. There were manacles attached to the side of\nthe belt. Alice’s wrists went in them, meaning that her arms were\nnow bound down the sides of her torso.

\n “Look, maybe we should\nreconsider this.” Alice said. But she was ignored. She was going\nthrough the scenario whether she wanted to or not.

\n She was lowered down into\nthe coffin. One of the plastic pads was put either side of her\nforehead.

\n “To monitor your life\nsigns and brain activity.” Alice was told. The needle from the drip\nwas inserted into her arm. \n

\n The lid was put on the\ncoffin. It was nailed down by the women. It became dark inside the\ncoffin. Alice considered screaming for help. But she didn’t think\nthat the women would do anything.

\n Then she heard the sound of\nearth falling on the lid of the coffin. They were filling in the\ngrave. That was what you did to an open grave, after all.

\n The sounds of the falling\nearth got fainter and fainter. Eventually Alice could no longer here\nthem. She was alone, in the dark, in her coffin. \n

\n She tried reaching around\nto her groin. But, with her wrists tied as they were, she was unable\nto reach that far. Nor were her metal intruders buzzing away like a\nvibrator should, Alice suspected that what they would deliver would\nnot be pleasant vibrations, but cruel electric shocks. Ah, how right\nshe was.

\n They did nothing yet,\nthough. Alice began to get a little bored. Then she noticed that\nthere was a very faint breeze in the coffin. Fresh air was coming in\nfrom somewhere. At least air was not to be a problem.

\n She wished that she had\nspecified a length of time. But not knowing had been part of her\nfantasy, and she’d put that in her scenario. She supposed that all\nthat she could was to enjoy the experience.

\n She relaxed. She tried\ndrifting off to sleep. But, just as she was about to enter sleep,\npowerful electric shocks emanated from her anus and vagina.

\n “Aaaaaah!” Alice\nscreamed her head off. The shocks were the most painful things which\nshe had ever felt in her life – more painful even than breaking her\narm when she had been ten years old. When they stopped she squirmed,\nhoping to get the dildoes out of her. But the way that she had had\nher legs bound together meant that she couldn’t get the dildoes\nout.

\n Alice realised that they\ncould tell when she was falling asleep due to the wires they had\nstuck on her head. She did not know that there was also a secret\ninfrared camera watching and recording her. \n

\n It was then that the\ndildoes inside her began to vibrate. They could cause pleasing\nsensations as well as transmit cruel volts. They slowly brought her\nto the peak of orgasm. And then…

\n “AAAARGH!” The scream\nfrom Alice was even louder, this time, as another powerful electrical\nshock tore through her vitals. It seemed to go on forever, even\nthough it was only a few seconds. When it finally ceased Alice felt\nexhausted. And she was no longer turned on. The electric shock had\ndealt with that. It had continued until she was back at square one,\nas far as arousal was concerned.

\n There was a pause of a few\nminutes, to allow Alice to recover. Then the vibrations began again,\nslowly teasing Alice. Alice tried to resist, this time, guessing that\nshe would not be allowed to cum, but that she would be shocked when\nshe neared her peak. But her body responded to the metal dildoes\nquivering inside her.

\n “AAAARGH!” Another\ndeafening scream, but with nobody to hear it but Alice herself.\nNobody was going to cum. Nobody was going to rescue her. She had been\nburied alive.

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\nThus Alice entered a hell of\nher own design. She was not allowed to cum. She was not allowed to\nsleep. All that she could do in her coffin was suffer the torments of\nthe damned. To her it seemed as though she was in the coffin for a\nthousand years. She lost all sense of time. There was only the\nconfining darkness; the wooden walls of the coffin; the vibrations;\nand the cruel, cruel electric shocks.

\n On and on the shocks went.\nAlice slowly began to get used to the agony. But that showed up in\nthe responses of her body. All that it achieved was the voltage of\nthe shocks to be go higher, to ensure that Alice was truly tortured.

\n Her body was not destroyed.\nIn fact there were not even marks on Alice, even though she had no\nway of checking. She felt as though the shocks must have burned her\ngroin.

\n Hundreds and hundreds of\nshocks went through her body, turning her flesh into a sold muscle\ntrying to arc of the floor of the coffin. Alice’s mind went. If\nsomeone had asked her to cut off her legs to stop the shocks then she\nwould have done so. But there were no other people in the world.\nThere was only the coffin and the shocks. Her past life had taken\nplace in some other universe.

\n Then, eventually, after\nyears, Alice heard a sound which she didn’t recognise. It took her\nsome time to realise that the sound had come from above her, beyond\nthe lid of the coffin.

\n She was being dug up. The\nshocks and the vibrations had stopped. But Alice only believed it\nwhen she felt her coffin lid being opened. \n

\n The wires were taken off\nher. The needle was taken out of her arm. She was dragged out of the\ncoffin. She was unstrapped from her bondage. The dildoes and the\ncatheter were removed.

\n Alice looked around. She\nvaguely took in the women dressed like terrorists, with combat\njackets over black clothing and their black balaclavas. She saw that\nit was night-time, and that the moon was in the sky. It didn’t seem\nreal to her.

\n “How long?” she managed\nto gasp, thinking that she must have been underground for weeks, at\nthe very least.

\n “A day and a half.” one\nof the women said. “You only paid for two days on the island. We’re\ngoing to take you back to your room in the hotel. Your aeroplane back\nhome is in the morning.”

\n A Jeep took Alice back to\nthe airport. She felt disconnected, as though this wasn’t really\nhappening to her. It was just something which somebody else had\nendured.

\n She went back up to her\nroom. She took a long, hot bath, and then caught some sleep.

\n In the morning she caught\nthe plane out of the Isla de Justina. She continued on with her life.\nBut the things she had experienced on the island would never leave\nher, no matter how long she lived.

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The\nEnd.

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