(Warning sexual content, burying, abuse, maid, fetish)
Audrei wasn't ready to die. She pulled herself back as hard as she could, fighting her restraints. She screamed for help, yet was too weak to make any noise audible enough to pass the gag in her sore stretched mouth. The leash attached to the collar was yanked. The naked woman lurched forward, lost balance, and fell into a pit. The pit. As she watched the ground approach. Her life flashed before her eyes.
Her parents.
Her schooling.
Friends.
First car.
Old employment.
And finally, meeting him.
. . .
They met on a mobile game of all places. She had just given up searching for someone to fixate on, opting to put all her energy into a mobile game and developing a heavy porn addiction. She didn't plan to make any type of friends on the game, but she was approached by someone who seemed confident. She had a hard time saying no, which was something taken advantage of immediately by him.
Looking back it was obvious that he was pushing his way into her mind. Little by little he gained her trust. Then came the compliments. So many. She didn't believe them though, and it turns out that he didn't either. She felt she had no choice but to compliment him back. After a while, she was saying the compliments on her own. Not because he had complimented her, but because she now believed every word. He was a God to be worshiped! Worshiped by her. She was a perfect candidate. The perfect test subject. A touch starved virgin with a need to please and take orders.
He was perfect in her eyes. She needed something to fixate on. Someone to fixate on. She wanted to give him everything about her so that she could feel loved. She wanted to belong to someone, be protected, and held. It wasn't about sex at first. It was all about her need to fixate and focus. To get mild affection such as headpats and hugs. Something to comfort her touch starved heart. The first mistake was letting that slip.
It was an in for him. She almost made it too easy. It only took one sentence and two questions to get the last piece of his weapon.
"If I were there I would love to give you headpats and watch you melt in my arms! But why do you want that though? Isn't that like handing over control?"
And her floodgates opened. She told him her desires, fetishes, kinks, everything and sealed her fate. He of course pounced, telling her how he could take control and give her headpats they could explore all of her wonderful kinks together, especially her service kink and mindless kink.
That's when their relationship went from innocent, to a servant Master relationship. She was content to call him Master, and he was so close to his goal of total ownership. One more small push and she would be so hopelessly and madly obsessed and in love that she couldn't allow herself to leave no matter how he treated her.
"Master.. I need to tell you, I kinda have a porn addiction hypnosis fetish.." She was helpless and hopeless.
"Oh? That's good! In fact, you should keep watching them but you should wear your chastity belt." He was willing to support any of her depraved outlets. This was what he needed to finish his plan. Soon she was hypnotising herself while watching porn and touching herself through a chastity belt. As the hypnosis played and she focused on porn letting her mind become fuzzier and fuzzier, he watched.
The hypnosis made her addicted to porn yes, yet it also caused two other things. The first of which being her realization that she was useless as a human and needed to always watch more porn and be a perfect servant. If she could do that then she could be ordered to indulge in her nasty habit in her free time. The second was that she started thinking of her master on the same level or higher than porn. If porn was to be worshipped then what could she do to the one above it?
Fuzzy and unthinking was exactly how he wanted her, not mindless like she wanted and he promised. He just wanted that clarity to stay hidden for a while. His plans needed time, and soon she would move in and give up all choice and freedom. Only a little longer.
It wasn't long before the constant reference of ownership caused the little pet to start referring to him properly as Owner. Her need to be touched growing and the lengths she would go to achieve it scaling into the mass murder range. Normal life was no longer appealing to her. And she was dedicated to making it to her owner.
Which she did. It was about a year after they met when she finally moved into his Victorian style home over half way across the country. Up until that point she hadn't even heard his voice. All the control had been by text. She was now so desperate for affection and touch as well as hypnotic trance and sexual release that she didn't register that she had dropped her whole life for someone that she had only seen pictures of and only spoken to via text on a screen. It was too late though. Her pathetic and gullible brain needed this and she was already obsessed with this man.
The first thing she had hoped for when meeting her God was a headpat and a fabled 'good girl'. How things actually went were simply the opposite. He was cold, the first thing he said were orders.
"There is a uniform in the basement, put it on and dispose of your old things." He barely glanced at her. She should have felt used or even unloved, but he had just spoken to her for the first time. Her mind was melting and she was eager to fill his request.
The uniform was a sexy maid outfit. It barely covered her ass and pushed up her breasts to make them look about three times bigger. It was fully made of latex and even had a pair of latex panties. She was already ordered to never wear a bra again. Little did she know that it was the last outfit she would ever wear.
Her tasks were simple. Clean, straighten, make his home look perfect and one day she will be rewarded with headpats and the sex she craved. As the days wore on the promise of reward got greater. She was excited to lose her virginity to the owner that created what she had become. But it never came. (and neither did she! OOOOHHHH!)
Then came the torture. She would be whipped and beaten. Once soft and weak he would often cut her just to watch the blood and often, drink it. He would hurt and drain her to his pleasure, with her begging for more. Hazy and horny because of the porn hypnosis he made her watch, she hung onto the hope that her owner would one day fuck and use her,but not once did he lovingly caress the top of her head or even sexually touch her.
She was grateful when one day a new dog house arrived for her to live in. The cage was apparently taking up too much space inside so she was going to be sleeping outside from now on. She was nothing but happy to comply with her owner, for soon she would have her reward.
The next few weeks were filled with her owner making more changes. She was now eating outside too and required to wear a leash to prevent escape. Not that she wanted to. The collar and leash meant that she was like a dog, and dogs get headpats!
It was a week after the dog house arrived when Owner came out of the house and tugged on her leash. He led her toward a corner of the backyard and tossed a shovel at her feet.
"I want a new shed. I already got the permits but I need you to dig the foundation. To save money I'm having you dig." The way he spoke was cold and sent a shiver down her spine and electric shocks to her…
"Yes sir!" She spoke enthusiastically and started digging. Knowing that her reward was at the bottom of the hole she was about to dig. Once she dug enough he was going to take her virginity and give her affection and headpats and no doubt that he would call her a good girl.
She dug from the time he told her at 7:30 that morning until 6pm without breaks. She had made the 10'x10' hole perfectly square and 1 foot deep so far. She would have dug faster but the ground needed prep work as well as having to dig out a lot of rocks and surface roots with only a shovel. She was tired, dirty, her fingers were worked raw, and she hadn't eaten all day. He pulled her by her collar to signal it was time for her to stop. He locked her back onto the dog house before grabbing the hose. He then sprayed her down with the freezing water, washing the dirt off and creating a muddy puddle outside of the small hutch she was expected to sleep in. Some of the water and mud flowing in the door. He used the same hose to fill up her water bowl.
Once she was drenched, shivering and mostly clean standing in a puddle of mud and letting the dirty water run off of her latex maid costume he set another bowl next to her water bowl. In it were bits of old toast crust and stems of different vegetables and fruits as well as some fatty parts of meat and burnt pasta. It was the table waste. What her owner was disposing of. The parts that were unwanted or even just bad. Things that he didn't desire to eat from the day's meals.
She couldn't believe what she was seeing back then. She was being forced to eat his garbage. His table scraps. After all she had done for him…
…. This was the greatest gift he could have given her! She happily ate the food that was once touched by her owner. Every bite was an honor. She saved the toast with the bite marks for last knowing that they had actually come in contact with his lips. It was as if she were kissing him indirectly! She was the happiest she had ever been.
The next day she was forced to dig again. She happily continued knowing she would get such a great reward. This time however, her owner watched while sitting in a chair and sipping tea. At about 10 minutes into digging he spoke. "Take off your uniform." He commanded and watched as she eagerly stripped and tossed the maid uniform out of the hole.
Today is the day! He has to fuck me! I'm ready! She told herself as she continued to dig in the nude for her owners pleasure. She continued much like the day before only it seemed easier thanks to her owner. He ate all of his meals in front of her and tossed his scraps into a bowl on the small outdoor table he used. This motivated her even more. The hole by 6pm was a full 3' deep. He hosed her down and gave her back her uniform as well as left her reward.
The next day she woke sore but ready to continue the hole. Right off the bat he asked for her uniform which she happily stripped and handed to him. Once again she dug with all of her energy as she watched him have his meals and collect scraps, today though he was served by a new face. A new maid in an outfit that appeared to look a lot like hers served him every meal. Feeling a bit jealous she continued to dig and hoped to impress her owner. 11 hours later the hole was another 2 ½ feet deep. The hole was now a total of 5 ½ feet deep and she needed to climb to get out of it. She was yanked to the small dog house, this time he only sprayed her a little and left the food next to her water which had a little dirt in it. He left her chowing down, wet dirty and naked, returning to the house with the new maid and without giving her uniform back.
The next morning she was woken by a rough pull of her collar as the leash was pulled by the new maid. She was pulled along to the edge of the hole and kicked in. She gingerly got to her weak feet, looking for the shovel which didn't seem to be there.
"Where is the shovel?" she asked out loud.
"Who said you get one of those today? Now dig!" answered her owners voice from the top of the hole. She fell to her knees and started digging, clawing up the dirt. She kept digging until her hands were raw. The progress was slow but by the end of the 13 hours she was in the hole she had dug at least 1 foot deeper. Her hair was matted and dirty, her fingers were red and bleeding in places. The 6 ½ foot hole was over her head. There was a tug at the leash and she was almost dragged out of the pit. The new maid pulled her to her dog house and locked her to it, not that she had the energy to move. She crawled to her scrap bowl which seemed emptier than normal. He was already inside and the new maid trailed behind. After all day in the heat digging she was looking forward to her hose down which never came. She ate her scraps. And fell asleep hoping that the hole was fully dug.
In the morning she felt her hands being tugged at. It was the new maid, she was tying her hands together. She was then dragged toward the pit and pushed in. She slowly got up. He wasn't there to watch today. "Dig!" came a command from the maid. She proceeded to get on her knees and dig. Scooping up the dirt and placing it outside the hole. Before long he came out to see her progress. While he was there she felt a pain and ripping of her skin as one of her fingernails came off ripping off skin and bleeding profusely. She meekly called to them with the little strength she had.
He saw the injury as well as how her other fingernails were ready to rip off as well. He smiled, then caught himself and got an angry expression. "I didn't tell you to stop." he scowled. She was scared and continued to dig even when 2 more nails ripped off. The process was even more difficult with her hands tied but because of her devotion and fear she dug another 1 ½ feet. The hole was now 8 feet total. She was so exhausted that she had to be dragged out by the rope tied around her hands. They locked her up and left her next to the dog house. Her scrap bowl was empty.
It was later that night that she woke to the sounds of pleasure. Her owner was having sex. She could tell. The only person in the house was the new maid. Owner was fucking the new maid before he even touched her. In the dead of the night the new maids moans and screams of erotic pleasure could be heard, and just under it, the gentile sobbing of the old slave.
….
That's where we are now. In the morning the maid fetched and brought the old slave to the pit. She didn't want to dig anymore, but she didn't have to today was the day that they filled in the hole. Beside the hole was a cement mixer and two shovels. The maid gagged her before she woke up and it was time to get into the hole one last time.
"Just get in the fucking hole Audrei!" The new maid pulled at the leash as hard as Audrei pulled; she was no match for the new maid who was both well nourished and well rested. Before long she found herself at the top of the hole digging her feet into the dirt fighting with her tied hands and screaming through her gagged mouth. Then with one hard shove from the maid she was at the bottom of the pit.
It was over. She had no strength to escape. The maid walked down a ladder that they put in the hole and tied Audrei's useless hands and feet behind her back, sitting her up on her knees. Then two tubes were shoved into her nose and fed down into her lungs. And another tube was fed into her stomach. A mask was fitted to her face. Then the maid left and pulled on the tubes attached to the mask forcing her to look up to see him. He approached the maid. They were talking and she didn't have the mental strength to hear what they were saying. Then she caught two words.
"good girl!" he told her that she was a good girl. This maid had been there for 4 days. Then she saw it. The last thing to break her. He did it.. Her owner.. Alastor, gave the new maid headpats.
She gave up. Tears started streaming down her face, she wailed and choked into the mask. The maid had taken everything and replaced her. Dirt started to pile up around her. She closed her eyes as they dropped more dirt onto her. They slowly filled the pit. Every once in a while they packed it down to make more room for more dirt all the while Audrei cried and pleaded to deaf ears soon they were at her waste. Audrei felt numb. She had given her life for nothing. Once they reached her breasts she stopped crying. The maid fit goggles onto her head and they continued to fill in the hole the dirt climbed past her shoulders and up her neck. Audrei was dying to move. The dirt prevented even the slightest movement and breathing was hard but doable.
They piled the dirt and leveled it out. All that was left of the poor girl was her goggled eyes. Tears welled up in them as they prepared to pour the cement. The hole was still 3 feet deep and soon it would be full of cement that would garden and seal her underground forever. That's when out of the corner of her eyes she saw them spreading something and getting closer. It was time. Alastor smiled and waved as finally the cement covered the plastic of her goggles.
The tubes in her nose allowed her to breath. As she sat there waiting to die a liquid funneled into her mouth and down her throat. Bypassing her mouth and going straight into her stomach. It was then that she realized that she dug not only her own grave but her own prison. A shed was going to be built on top of her and the only thing she could do was sit there and cry.
Over the next month there were a lot of vibrations coming from the tube. Sometimes she thought she heard people being loud but she wasn't sure if it was real or the loss of her sanity bringing in voices to compensate for the lack of noise. Other than that and the occasional feeding and watering everything was silence and black. She could tell that liquid occasionally came down the tube. What came down the tube was beyond her. All she knew was that it kept her alive for the time being. The saddest part was that even as she sat there thinking about her life and what could have happened if she hadn't let Alastor take her, she couldn't come up with anything better. Thinking about Alastor didn't even insight feelings of hate. In fact she would still say that she loved him.
. . .
3 years later
Harley had it all. A master that loved her, free room and board, headpats on the regular. She was always a good girl. She was just getting a fine soup ready when her master walked it.
"Good morning Master! How are you today?" Harley asked.
"Very good. How are you my dearest slave? Prepping the old slaves meal I see." Alastor observed. "I'm glad you remember her, I keep forgetting."
"Aww.. Well perhaps it's time to fill her in? I can get the concrete ready instead? Harley asked hopefully. The idea of filling that little crying bitches tube with cement, killing her was starting to turn her on.
"Not yet. Now that I'm reminded I kinda want to keep her alive down there a couple more years.. Hmm maybe 6 or 7.." Alastor pondered the thought of how broken the mind of his ex slave would be by then. "I'll think about it. For now though I think we should leave her. I quite enjoy my person potato."