Friday 12 April 2013

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Monday morning at the high rise project of Gantling Developments started with the usual sluggish pace one would expect as the workers geared up for another week of toil.
This particular Monday morning, however, saw a certain air of nervous expectancy about the site. Women's equal rights were finally going to descend on the male domain of the skyscraper building project. In this case in the guise of a foreman, or rather fore-person, with a reputation of being a total bitch.
Twenty-eight year old Fiona Williams probably didn't deserve the title, which after all had been allocated simply because she demanded a high quality of workmanship on any site she had overseen so far. Had she been the normal male variety, her style would almost certainly have been accepted without question; apart from the odd grumble of a disgruntled and admonished worker.In a way she was her own worst enemy. She was blind to the fact that her efforts
it being friendly with workers were being misinterpreted as a come-on. The
sudden change to hard professional engineer when the situation demanded it had her labelled as a dick-teasing, two faced bitch. Fiona arrived dead on time and, after a short familiarisation speech, she began the task of allocating work for the day with a confident efficiency that took everyone by surprise.
"Jim, take the dumper down to level two and pick up those Celcon blocks then get them up to Harry on level eight as soon as you can! Don't hang about! That dividing wall is holding up the whole team on level eight until its completed Bill, can you arrange to move the gateway for the cement trucks ? They're having problems getting in and out now the Sub-station building is up. Joe, get cracking on that - - ! "
And so it went on. A never ending stream of orders rattling out as the waiting group were steadily whittled down to zero by her directions.
The noise of the site steadily increased as the week-end's stagnation was
grudgingly urged into life. Fiona, meanwhile, busied herself by studying the
plans before venturing out on an inspection foray. It wouldn't do to be ignorant of the present level of construction if she had need to apply some urging to a flagging worker,
Boarding the brick hoist, Fiona signalled for the winch man to start winding her up and, as she rose past each floor, she scanned the various scenes of activity with an expert eye.
Floor three had her call a halt as she chanced upon two guys playing cards.
"What the hell do you think you're getting paid for?" she enquired as the
startled miscreants hastily tried to hide the cards and reached guiltily for
shovels. The excuse of waiting for cement earned little reprieve from Fiona as she pointed out that there was plenty of building rubble to shift before the cement arrived.
"If I catch you loafing again you can pick up your cards at the once! I've got
no time for slackers who can't pull their weight! "
Back on the hoist, her next stop was at floor seven as she spotted a crowd
gathered around the latest pin-up poster being affixed to the bare, brick walls. Fiona sighed as she prepared herself for the next confrontation. Might as well get this mob acquainted with the fact that under a woman foreman, they could expect no more and no less than a male foreman would give.
"Got nothing better to do than study page three bimbo's then?" she asked. Her sudden appearance caused all the leering men to jump visibly as they turned guiltily to confront her.
Words weren't necessary. They all knew what they should be doing and scurried
away to their various tasks leaving Fiona to return to the hoist.
As she swung herself back over the handrail, several of the watching workers could not help but notice the trim, firm line of her hips and buttocks as her work dungarees drew taut.
"Needs a good shafting that one, " remarked one of the men. He was rewarded by a ring of nodding heads as they all agreed that this wouldn't exactly be the most unpleasant task they'd been given.
"She keeps this pushy broad image going and she's liable to get it if she don't watch it, " added another. "Harry won't take that sort of crap from a bird if she tries it on him."
As it happened, Harry was just having his morning paper perusing session rudely interrupted by a loud banging on the site toilet door.
"Get your ass out of there Harry, it doesn't take thirty minutes to unload the
junk you've been eating over the weekend! The blocks are here and this damned wall should be halfway up by now. "
Harry cursed quietly and stuffed the folded newspaper behind the toilet bowl as he rose to leave. That bloody woman was going to have to learn that certain traditions of building site life were sacrosanct; and it had better be sooner than later.
Fiona softened a little as Harry emerged, and turning back to the wall in
question, began to discuss various changes to the original siting. Within
minutes, Harry's prolonged absence from work was forgotten. In fact Fiona in an attempt to reduce friction had even tried a slightly smutty joke she'd heard recently. Veiled innuendoes and double meaning comments, were all the language of the site, and Fiona used her knowledge of the art to continue with her efforts to melt the ice.
Harry for his part was astounded. First she interrupts his morning routine and gives him a bollicking, then she tries to pull him. What a bitch!
The week moved on, and unbeknown to Fiona, her attempts at being a benevolent and yet firm boss were fostering increasingly hostile reactions amongst the men.
By Wednesday the smouldering resentment had reached a boiling point that barely needed the slightest provocation to explode into open revolt. Fiona however, was troubled by other thoughts; for although she'd worked in the building environment for many years, it had always been in the office surrounded by wimpish, white-collar wannabe Romeos.
These, often `naked to the waist' sun-bronzed specimens of manhood were altogether a breed apart. As a result Fiona was having trouble keeping her thoughts above the belt. For some reason the rough, down to earth, no-nonsense bearing of these guys was giving her the hot flushes.
Fiona almost unconsciously began to flaunt her female attributes in the hope that someone would take up the offer. By Tuesday, she had already taken advantage of the hot weather by arriving on site in skin tight jeans and a diaphanous white blouse that did little to hide the full bra beneath. But Wednesday afternoon was to provide the match the would start the powder-keg spluttering into life.
A carelessly balanced RSJ sliding back off the ninth floor succeeded in
demolishing most of the previous days work as it ricocheted off the hoist on the way down and scythed its way across the fifth floor.
Fiona called a meeting and, as a result of pressure from head office to get the site back on schedule, she relieved her frustration on the sullen workers in a verbal tirade of abuse that rankled them to the core.
Who did this flighty bitch think she was talking to like that?
Fiona was well into her fiery harangue when she abruptly stopped. The silent group had drawn perceptibly closer and, rather than looking contrite, there appeared to be an atmosphere of menace about the ring of faces. Fear tickled in her mind as she realised that she was the only female on site, surrounded by some fifty angry men. Too late she recognised her mistake and tried to soothe the advancing horde.
"OK guys, bollicking over, let's forget it and get back to work now. "
The crowd remained unmoved as if each was waiting for another to make the first
move.

As it was, Fiona was the one to supply the final spark that triggered the

explosion. As if moving to go back to her office, she shouldered her way past a smouldering Harry, a feat that required considerable force to move his thirteen stone bulk to one side. Harry couldn't let this go un-noticed.

"You stuck up little tart, who the hell do you think you're shoving around? Eh?"

His face purpled as the rage boiled over. "You reckon you can handle this bunch of men do yer? Treat us like kids and get away way with it do yer? Come on guys, let's show this little bimbo that we're real men, not the wimps she's used to."The crowd hardly needed an invitation, and surged forward. Fiona screamed as
strong, rough hands gripped her forcefully. Struggling hopelessly she was
hoisted shoulder high and transported to the roof level where the deck lay
littered with the paraphernalia of building. Here she was held down as the air became filled with the sound of tearing clothing; a hand clamped over her mouth leaving her to search the skyline frantically with wide eyes for any help that may be at hand.
There was none forthcoming. Within her limited range of vision, there was only a grinning crane driver looking down from his cab some fifty feet above, and he was most definitely not going to interfere with what promised to be a most interesting development in an otherwise boring day.
Stripped naked;. Fiona begged and threatened on an alternating basis as she was held and roped with coarse, thick, building site rope. She struggled valiantly as her body was forced into a bundle and trussed into a helpless, folded lump. A hand gripped her jaw and with a powerful squeeze forced her to open wide or suffer broken bones.
No sooner was her mouth wide open than a wad of glazier's putty was kneaded into the cavity of that gaping orifice. Evil smelling plumbers Demso tape now began
to encircle her head forcing the putty deeper into her plugged mouth and welding itself into a solid mass as the tape blended layer to layer.
The crowd stood back as if undecided, studying her straining, silenced form with undisguised lust as they surveyed the exhibited openings at the lower end of her folded body. Harry, self imposed leader of the bunch, rolled her around as he groped and fondled her helpless body, leering at her with obvious intent each time their eyes met.
"Now lets hear you shouting your mouth off boss girl." A thick callused finger jammed itself into her pussy to emphasise the dramatic change in Fiona’s role in life and began finger fucking her.
She trembled, part with fear, and partly as a result of the undeniable feelings of excitement at the thought of what would inevitably follow. Things had gone to far to go back now. Already they were all guilty of assault and false imprisonment. Why stop now when they could fuck her brains out and still only serve the same time in prison.
Harry’s thick finger found her G spot, and she gasped as he made full use of her sexual trigger.
She knew without a shadow of doubt that with the passing of the next few hours her tender pussy was going to get very sore. Just how sore she could never have envisaged in her wildest wet dreams. Her tight little anal ring clenched as she remembered that it too was on display and just as inviting. The thought of rear reaming had often crossed her mind in the past, but had been dismissed as a distant possibility with an adventurous lover who she wanted to share her most private orifice with. All of a sudden it was a very real probability that loomed large in her mind.
Her frightened thoughts were interrupted as several the men picked up her
trussed body and began to carry her at waist height, across to the cement mixing area, but a handy wheel barrow provided a better mode of transport. Fiona was dumped face down in the barrow with her tautly folded ass pointing forward and upward. She screamed muffled invectives at her captors, as they bumped her
across the site, Then Harry seemingly got tired of her straining efforts to
escape. The barrow thumped down. Seconds later Fiona gasped as something cold
entered her butt hole and stretched her painfully. Harry's voice sounded close by.
"Keep up that racket boss girl and I'll turn the tap on."
Fiona froze as she realised that the hose-pipe was buried in her bottom, and it would only take a turn of the tap to inflate her like a party balloon.
For a while she could hear talking but was unable to see anything from her
position. Clearly they were planning her demise. Her downfall was already a foregone conclusion; .. short of an act of God! All that remained to be decided was the form it would take. There was a lot of laughter, and her face burning with humiliation Fiona realised that they were all studying her. She tried to imagine what it looked like from their angle, and cringed with embarrassment as the image of her skyward thrusting butt plugged with the hose pipe came to mind.
Suddenly the pipe was removed and the barrow suddenly started to move. Two minutes later she felt herself being lifted again.
With a sense of foreboding Fiona saw the gaping maw of the cement mixer looming before her, and before she even had time to struggle, she was thrust head first into the cool dank interior. Vaguely, she heard Harry giving instructions and felt hands on her body as his directions were carried out. She squirmed uncomfortably as the blunt cement mixing blades dug into her soft flesh, but the men continued unconcerned.
Ropes were connected to various cinches encircling her body, which in turn were drawn taut through the blades of the mixer. Then each was adjusted and tensionedleaving her body suspended in a web of taut cords that held her positioned centrally in the core of the drum.
Fiona tensed herself for the first thrusting shaft; convinced that she was ready for the forthcoming sport. She listened intently as clanking noises sounded beyond the steel wall of her confinement and tried to form a picture of what they were up to.
Suddenly, to her horror, she felt the first jerky movements as her bound body began to turn. She had resigned herself to being fucked whilst jammed into a conveniently sited mixer barrel, but it never entered her mind that it would be anything other than stationary.
Before she could really absorb the enormity of her coming ordeal, the Petterdiesel fired and caught.
 
Chug! Chug! Chug!
The engine picked up a steady beat as it began to rotate the drum and its load of trussed femininity.
Fiona strained frantically inside the reverberating steel drum, acutely
conscious of the tempting target of her whirling holes on the outside. At the
same time, horribly denied feelings of masochistic arousal swelled her spinning pussy with a superheated sensation of anticipation.
She wasn't disappointed. Within seconds she felt the first of many hot, rigid shafts pressing tauntingly against her rotating love lips. Then the sound of laughter burned in her ears as Harry claimed first honours.
He teased her, pressing first against her pussy and then against her resisting, clenched anal ring, allowing the smooth flesh of Fiona's nether regions to caress his engorged manhood with a sensuous, sliding touch.
The smooth dry flesh became wet. Fiona couldn't resist the erotic stimulus of her impending ravishment in such an impossibly novel way. Her love lips were already oozing copious streams of love juice in preparation for the searing penetration of Harry's tool. She could feel the fleshy mounds of her mons almost beckoning to his manhood as she mentally urged him to continue.
Harry obliged. Not because of Fiona's visible, liquid acceptance but because he could no longer control the urge to plunge into that carousel of warm, inviting curves.
Locating his tip in the orbiting cleft, he thrust powerfully forward; the
sensitive over-stretched skin of his shaft savouring the powerful screwing
sensation as Fiona whirled around on his throbbing male bearing and augured him inward. He'd never realised how delightfully uneven the inside of a woman was, that is until he felt every slippery undulation in Fiona's oiled sex channel sliding smoothly around on his shaft. Her titanic struggles merely served to enhance the sensation as her taut spinning rump tensed and flexed against him.
Harry groaned loudly as he drove in to the hilt, the added feeling of her
blubbering mounds of Venus bludgeoning his balls with each rotation was a feeling beyond description, not to mention the smooth, resilient curves of her tight stretched buttocks sliding sensuously around against his nether regions. But then why try to describe it. Every man there would being experiencing it for himself as soon as he was finished.
Then he would come back as soon as his own lust had recharged and sample the delight of sinking his sex-drill into her neat little butt hole.
Fiona jerked and strained against the ropes. From the second of his first entry she had been exploding into orgasm. But it was not to abate; the overwhelming
feelings of her total ravishment, and thoughts of her impending reaming by the queue of lusty replacements awaiting Harry's withdrawal were all adding to her continually rising libido!
Even the steady thump! thump! of the diesel was adding to the heat in her
superheated whirlpool of sex. Whirlpool was an apt description that Harry would have heartily agreed with had he thought of it. Fiona's pirouetting pussy was like a screw thread drawing his steadily lengthening and strengthening tool deeper and deeper into her depths. The huge, erotic stimulus of this novel sensation was enabling him to sustain levels of erection that until now had only
been dreamed of. Harry gasped out loud as another worker decided to increase the novelty by releasing the slewing wheel and gently altering the angle of the whirling drum. Both screwer and screwee alike urged higher into a spiral of
burgeoning lust as Fiona's slippery tunnel performed gyrating, off-centre
manipulations on Harry's bursting tool.
Fiona lost all control. This new assault on her helplessly rotating body reduced her to a spinning mass of uncontrollable lust. She was powerless to prevent the massive, pumping, orgasmic muscle contractions in her orbiting hole and she could feel the effect on Harry's tool as it swelled larger and longer, boring her very depths with irresistible force. In a frenzy of both fear and ecstasy, she fought her bonds as her body threatened to burst.
Already it was bulging out beyond the embracing confines of the tight ropes in rounded curves of cinched femininity. Her whirling buttocks seemed to swell and then began to wriggle madly like an impaled pink jelly; speared on Harry's glistening shaft.
Like hot gusts of wind the jets of Harry's seed surged into her body adding its own lubrication to her already squelching tunnel of love.
The shaft withdrew and she was left to spin as her own, pulsing hell subsided. Then, before she could recover, a new and undiminished pole thrust searchingly into her body, rekindling the fires of demanding lust with a new and more potent energy than she had ever experienced before.
On and on she spun, reamed and screwed like a piece of wood in a lathe; never able to break the spiral of increasing demand in her own body as each fresh, probing finger of
manhood awakened new heights of experience and reduced her further into a blubbering mass of rotating, orgasmic wreckage.
A short respite was at hand and, with the drum in a vertical position, Fiona
became a spinning blender of multitudinous male seeds as her rotating buttocks pointed sky-wards. A tempting target for the many leather belts that normally held building workers' trousers up.
The new experience of corporal punishment was something she had never considered but now as the belts nipped at her taut nates and slick wet opening, she
suddenly found that CP was not quite as objectionable as she'd imagined. The mere fact that there was no escape from the random strikes on her unseen and naked charms was enough to fire the demons of masochistic lust.But the rest period was short. The spectacle she was providing proved sufficient to recharge even the most jaded tackle in a few short minutes and, with a sense of dread, Fiona felt her rotating prison being wound down to the horizontal position.
It required little imagination to figure out the next target to receive the
undivided attention of that admiring crowd and, in a way, Fiona was secretly glad that her flushed face was hidden from view and her ability to alter the situation rather restricted.
Already she could feel the surge of hot fluids in her love nest as the prospect of being literally screwed to destruction from the rear fanned a new and interesting variation in her carnal cravings. The breaching of her anal virginity when it came was a savage shock. Searing pain lanced through her form as the mighty shaft of her tormentor bored relentlessly into her interior. Momentarily, Fiona blessed the unseen assailant for having the forethought to grease his shaft and ease the torment in this sacred and dry tunnel. It didn't matter that this lubricating of the shaft had been solely for the benefit of its owner.
Suddenly, Harry lost his own control. The tide of surging feeling rose into a
racing crest and crashed forward down the shuddering tube of his tormented pole.
Fiona bucked and strained in her own world of whirling eroticism as she felt her inner sanctum pumped full of hot liquid.
New and exciting feelings began to subdue the awesome torment of her protesting,
rear opening. Feelings that were being nurtured into a full roaring fire as the
tip of the intruding male monster massaged new and unknown nerve centres deep within her body and sent strange and undeniably pleasant sensations oozing through her netherregions.
Fiona knew that she was lost. Sex could never be the same again for her. These rough, loutish males were awakening a side of her nature that she'd never dared to admit existed; but now that she did, there was no going back.Deliberately she strained and fought the restraining ropes, knowing that her actions would draw whoops of delight from the audience beyond as they savoured her helpless plight. As if in answer, a new shaft plunged deep and swift, splitting her like a log and boring way down into the depths of her very soul.
The male shafts reamed and routed as she spun on; more hot, pounding poles replaced each spent insertion sending her higher and higher in a never ending spiral of destructive orgasmic experience.
She tried to imagine what it must look like as her tautly stretched secret ring of pink, shiny skin circled each shaft like Saturn's rings. In her mind's eye she could see the reciprocating, shiny shafts plunging and withdrawing as her sphincter bearing whirled endlessly round and round; a perfect circular, tight lipped mouth that was sucking the men dry with the mechanical efficiency of a milking machine.
 
Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! The trusty diesel throbbed on, spinning the ball of femininity at a constant rate as she was bored and reamed by the plethora of eager rejuvenated male poles. Massive surges of feeling seared through her body as she realised that she was no longer a woman but simply a soft, sensuous cushion of pulsating flesh surrounding a rotating tunnel of joy.
Break time brought no relief. Unseen by the rotating Fiona, one of the more
enterprising workers, probably the plumber, arranged a quickly assembled
scaffold frame behind her. A broom handle lashed horizontally to the frame
served admirably as a replacement dick whilst they had their tea.
Endlessly she spun on hard wooden pole as the men sat and discussed her beleaguered form. But there was a limit to the amount of stimulation she could endure.
The release of unconscious oblivion was not of Fiona's choice. But mother nature in her infinite wisdom, sensed the approach of permanent mind damage if the overwhelming levels of celestial pleasure were allowed to continue and, with a graceful dimming, the spinning ball of traumatised woman sank gracefully into the black abyss.
Consciousness returned slowly. No sensation of time could tell Fiona just how long she'd remained it that twilight world of tranquillity. Her first awareness was that she was no longer spinning; and the intruding shafts had gone.Stiffly, she tried to move as she sensed that she was no longer compressed into a bundle but, although she was almost upright, her limbs refused to respond. She appeared to be spread-eagled with legs wide apart and arms held horizontally out o each side. A muttered sound nearby prompted her to crank open an eyelid and, in the resulting glare of light, she was able to discern a silently watching ring of faces.
Consciousness returned in full, and with a shaft of fear lancing into her body,
Fiona realised that she hadn't completed her ordeal just yet. Fearful of what she may discover, she tested her confinement as the men looked silently on.Her complete face was free of whatever was holding her, although her head as a whole was firmly gripped. The same applied to the rest of her body, with the exception of her buttocks which were sensitive to the cool breeze blowing across
exposed nates. The position was awkward and confusing at first. She appeared to be standing, and yet with her back arched and buttocks thrust out to the rear. And then there was the as yet undiscovered restraining method that was holding her rigidly unmoving.
As her mind cleared further, Fiona was able to assemble the facts with annoying slowness, irked somewhat by the leering looks of her tormentors as they watched her unravel the mystery of her captive unresponsive body.
Suddenly it was all frighteningly clear. She was entombed in quick setting
concrete. The men had actually installed her into a wall on the nineteenth
floor, a reinforced concrete wall, one scheduled to be poured yesterday.
Apparently it was now poured and she had been arranged carefully between the shuttering before the concrete filled the steel mould.
With the shuttering removed her face and ample breast were all that protruded from the office wall; whilst outside in the corridor, her buttocks were offered in helpless splendour, the warm inviting holes these rounded curves of warm sensuality concealed could be easily revealed by parting her bottom cheeks, allowing access to any passing male who needed relief.The next round of shafting and screwing commenced continuing well into the evening. Unseen by Fiona, the men were queuing up in the corridor to take advantage of her thrusting nether regions. After an age, the satisfied men drifted away to homes and pubs in two and threes.
Soon there only remained the daunting figure of Harry who, after finishing his final efforts in the corridor behind, came round to face the immobilised Fiona.
He removed the stifling gag with maddening slowness and watched disinterestedly as Fiona struggled to force the ball of evil tasting putty from her mouth. At last he spoke as the putty dropped clear.
"The score's even as far as we're concerned; tomorrow we'll dig you out and then it's up to you. " He waited for comment, but Fiona remained silent. Partly because her jaw was still stiff from the massive plugging of her mouth, and partly because her mind was in turmoil.
Eventually she spoke.
"You bastards, you know that you'll all go to prison for this don't you? "
Harry shrugged; it had been worth it, he thought, if only to bring this high and mighty bitch down a peg or two. He turned to go then, as Fiona called out for him to stop, he looked back over his shoulder.
"It doesn't have to be that way you know. Perhaps we can work something out that suits both of us."
Harry was intrigued and returned to stand in front of the pre-cast woman.
"What have you got in mind?" he enquired, searching her face for a clue as to her thoughts.
"Well, to be honest, I need this job, in fact I like the job; .. even after this
I still want to work with you guys if you'll have me." Her voice faltered and
Harry frowned in thought.
"Listen Harry, I Er! - - Well actually I enjoyed this afternoon. OK, I was
frightened at first, terrified in fact, and if I'd managed to get free I'd have
cheerfully killed you all but then that damned mixer started up and then----!
Well you know. Nobody has ever treated me like that and I Er! sort of enjoyed it."
Harry seemed to be considering the options, then after pondering at length, he spoke up.
"OK, I'll get the guys back and we'll chip you out, then we--!"
"No! Don't do that Harry. I'll stay here! No-one will come onto this floor
except the crew for weeks, right up till opening that is."
Harry's mouth fell open as she continued.
"You can feed me, my mouth's clear, and the other end is free to carry out any other functions; not mention providing sport for the lads."
Harry shook his head in disbelief as he mulled over her suggestion. Not without merit he had to admit. But for this shapely young woman to actually request being left as a shaggable insert set solidly into a wall was almost beyond his comprehension.
"But what happens if someone on an opposite building spots you, and anyway, what about the work on the building, we'll have no foreman?" Fiona pursed her lips as she thought, then answered his queries.
"A coat of whitewash both sides and I'll blend into the concrete. The foreman's
job? Well I can tell you all what to do just as easily from here if you explain
the problems. A couple of days before hand-over of the building, just dig me out and replace the wall."
Harry paced up and down in silence as he considered all options then, as if
making his mind up, he suddenly disappeared from sight.
Fiona's next awareness of his presence came as the cool white-wash brush began to coat her vulnerable rear end. Soon finished on that side, Harry came round to her front and commenced to paint her face and breasts into oblivion.He finished his work and stood back, nodding his satisfaction as he saw that only when she spoke would she become visible to anyone less than twenty feet from her buried form.
Fiona was safe for the night. Tomorrow was another matter.
"See you in the morning gaffer, "he remarked cheerfully. He turned to go but halted as Fiona called him back.
"You've forgotten something Harry. " He appeared puzzled as he looked back. "The gag Harry, don't forget the gag!"
Harry smiled and stooping down he retrieved the wad of putty and squeezed the mass back into Fiona's receptive mouth. With the tape back on he painted the Demso tape out. Standing back for a second he studied the concrete surrounded gargoyle, then with a wave of his hand, disappeared around the corner out of sight.
As he passed down the passage, he couldn't help stopping to admire the pert bottom sticking out of the other side of the wall, and being loathe to just leave this tempting sight unattended, he glanced around for something to keep Fiona happy through the night.
His searching eyes alighted on a small cavity vibrator used for compacting
concrete. This small version was about one inch in diameter and ideal for the purpose he had in mind.Fiona tensed as she felt the cold, smooth steel slide into her offered pussy, then searched her mind for all possible objects that could be found on a site which would fit the description.
She almost swooned with the overpowering realisation of what was about to come as she mentally identified the new intruder.
A faint hiss of compressed air sounded beyond the wall and Fiona screamed as powerful vibrations began to rattle the metal monster in her helpless, lower body. Within seconds the shuddering mole had engineered her first massive orgasm, and as she was launched into the second and more powerful, writhing torment, she heard the distant sound of the hoist going down. In horror she struggled against her solid surrounding as she realised that she was to be left at the mercy of that mindless, metallic invader. But the concrete remained, as ever, solid and unmoving. Even the luxury of flexing fingers and toes was denied as each orgasm smashed into her.Fiona's chest heaved with her exertions and, straining her eyes downward, she was able to see her white coated breasts pulsing and swelling like balloons as they were constantly extruded through the apertures in the concrete. Her eyes;
.. the only part of her capable of movement, searched the area around her,
alighting on various items of equipment.
The industrial vacuum cleaner, the larger 2" diameter concrete vibrators,
lengths of electricians cable hanging like whips from the joists; Fiona's mind reeled as she contemplated the use of each item on her entombed form during the coming weeks.
The ceaselessly rattling vibrator buried in her body seemed to take on new and more devastating proportions with these thoughts as she realised that all these items had one thing in common. They were tireless!
Passing the fourth floor, Harry stared back up at the nineteenth level and
grinned to himself. That was surely going to be one very hot bitch by morning, especially since he intended to read his newspaper in peace before venturing up onto the nineteenth floor. And then he'd add the other vibrators they had on site. One for the mouth, one taped to each breast and, last but not least, one for that tight little butt hole.
Come to think of it, he'd have to have a word with Tom, the plumber, and arrange some sort of plumbed-in water sports arrangement to keep Fiona busy over the weekend.
With all the tons of piping and fittings on site, he was sure Tom could come up with a novel arrangement. The thought of the wall mounted Fiona fitted with one of the many toilet cisterns around the place, suitably plumbed in, brought hot tingles to his groin as he contemplated the effect of pulling the chain and flushing his foreman like a loo. It would be a novel way of keeping her well used love tunnel clean after the ravages of her servicing the crew all day,
although he was not so sure Fiona would agree with having a couple of gallons of cold water flushing her warm love nest out.
His mind ran riot as the images of Fiona removed from her present fixing and installed into a copper cylinder opened up a whole host of other possibilities of torment once the cylinder was connected into the building's system. A `cylindered' Fiona could be installed in the basement, and even after commissioning she would remain as his toy. The first six months of building maintenance were the responsibility of the contractors, and as the senior worker Harry had already secured the position of live-in handyman to fix any small defects that appeared.
Of course, with a metal jacket surrounding her, his personal gratification would be out of the question. But then the plethora of built in devices would ensure that she was regularly serviced and subjected to a whole range of liquid torments both hot and cold. The air pipes for pre-installed vibrators would go un-noticed amongst the other forest of pipes leading to the cylinder, as would her feeding and breathing tubes and, of course, waste disposal arrangements.
Yes, the idea certainly appealed to him; especially when he contemplated taking a shower; knowing as he did so that every single litre would have to flow over
the luscious body of the captive foreman. In fact he would be showering in
essence of woman, an appealing idea to be sure. He made a mental note to make sure Tom set the heater thermostats at an uncomfortable yet bearable level.
After all, it wouldn't do to boil Fiona in her own juice; he had plans for that
young lady once her six months of conditioning were over, and all of them
featured her in a captive form. Harry fully intended to be enjoying her young, supple body well into the foreseeable future.
Fiona heard the hoist winch motor stop, followed by the silence of a deserted site.
My God! What had she done? Another violent orgasm racked her body, temporarily stalling her thoughts as she strove to cope with the never-ending stimulus from behind the wall.
Would the men really keep her entombed like this until the end of the project? Would she be able to survive several weeks of this level of arousal?
She tried to envisage her ordeal, her eyes running around the deserted level. Never for one minute did she realise that the silent cooper tank in the corner
awaiting installation was soon to be her home for many months to come.
Nor could she know that once she was plumbed in, even the simple act of turning a tap, any tap anywhere in that vast building, would set in motion various devices built into her new home and send her spiralling helplessly back into ecstasy inside her man-made copper womb; an embryo of uncontrollable lust in a silent, warm, liquid world of darkness!