Buried Alive (Isla de Justina)

Buried Alive (Isla de Justina)

This is an Isla de Justina story. Isla de Justina is a fictional island in the Caribbean, which offers very special vacations. Lesbian masochists may pay to go on holiday there, and have their nastiest, most painful lesbian fantasies come true.

Buried Alive

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

As she got older, the warped fantasy got a bit sexier as she imagined that it was her being buried alive, and that she was naked in the coffin. Not only naked, but in some sort of bondage. Over the next few years her fantasy expanded, with her being in some sort of pain, and not being able to do anything about it. She was totally helpless, tied up in a coffin underground, and nobody was going to rescue her. She would be in agony, from the torture of choice, until she expired.

Eventually she settled on there being wires going into her coffin, and it being electrical torture, as that was the most feasible. It was something which, theoretically, could be done. But she never expected to have the opportunity to experience it.

Alice discovered the Isla de Justina website by accident, while searching for stories, pictures and videos of her particular fetish. She already had many stories stored on her computer, and transferred to her electronic pad for reading at night, ones garnered from literary bdsm sites all over the web.

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

After many attempts – she didn’t like what she had written – this was what she finally emailed as a scenario to the Isla de Justina.

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

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

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

The Isla de Justina was far more beautiful than she had expected it to be. To her it could easily have been a major tourist destination, with its white sand beaches and tropical climate.

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

Alice relaxed, and enjoyed a bath. She had been told that her fantasy scenario would begin when she returned to the reception area, and that she would not need any clothing.

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

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

Alice walked out of her bedroom, taking only the electronic keycard with her, leaving her possessions safe in the room. It felt to walk naked to the elevator, and then go down to the lobby. She noticed that there was a security camera high up in the corner of the lift, its electronic eye watching her and presumably recording.

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

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

“Yes.” Alice managed to squeak out.

“Rebecca will drive you to your grave.” Isadora said. “Please go with her.”

Alice turned around to see a statuesque redhead with above average breasts standing there, squeezed into her blue latex uniform.

“Alright.” Alice said.

Rebecca led Alice out of the West exist of the main airport area. There was a Land Rover there.

“Get in.” Rebecca said. Alice got in.

The Land Rover sped off, going through trees which could only be described as a Caribbean Jungle. After a while it came out of the trees to a large, flat area.

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

“Get out.” Rebecca said. Alice got out. The Land Rover drove off.

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

“Get down into the coffin.” one of the women said. Alice climbed down into the coffin. One of the other women climbed down, as well, standing on bare ground just outside of the coffin. She picked up the smaller of the metal dildoes. She got out a tube, and squeezed conductive gel onto the dildo.

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

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

The catheter was painful going in. Alice had never had anything up her urethra before.

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

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

She was lowered down into the coffin. One of the plastic pads was put either side of her forehead.

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

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

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

The sounds of the falling earth got fainter and fainter. Eventually Alice could no longer here them. She was alone, in the dark, in her coffin.

She tried reaching around to her groin. But, with her wrists tied as they were, she was unable to reach that far. Nor were her metal intruders buzzing away like a vibrator should, Alice suspected that what they would deliver would not be pleasant vibrations, but cruel electric shocks. Ah, how right she was.

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

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

She relaxed. She tried drifting off to sleep. But, just as she was about to enter sleep, powerful electric shocks emanated from her anus and vagina.

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

Alice realised that they could tell when she was falling asleep due to the wires they had stuck on her head. She did not know that there was also a secret infrared camera watching and recording her.

It was then that the dildoes inside her began to vibrate. They could cause pleasing sensations as well as transmit cruel volts. They slowly brought her to the peak of orgasm. And then…

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

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

“AAAARGH!” Another deafening scream, but with nobody to hear it but Alice herself. Nobody was going to cum. Nobody was going to rescue her. She had been buried alive.

Thus Alice entered a hell of her own design. She was not allowed to cum. She was not allowed to sleep. All that she could do in her coffin was suffer the torments of the damned. To her it seemed as though she was in the coffin for a thousand years. She lost all sense of time. There was only the confining darkness; the wooden walls of the coffin; the vibrations; and the cruel, cruel electric shocks.

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

Her body was not destroyed. In fact there were not even marks on Alice, even though she had no way of checking. She felt as though the shocks must have burned her groin.

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

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

She was being dug up. The shocks and the vibrations had stopped. But Alice only believed it when she felt her coffin lid being opened.

The wires were taken off her. The needle was taken out of her arm. She was dragged out of the coffin. She was unstrapped from her bondage. The dildoes and the catheter were removed.

Alice looked around. She vaguely took in the women dressed like terrorists, with combat jackets over black clothing and their black balaclavas. She saw that it was night-time, and that the moon was in the sky. It didn’t seem real to her.

“How long?” she managed to gasp, thinking that she must have been underground for weeks, at the very least.

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

A Jeep took Alice back to the airport. She felt disconnected, as though this wasn’t really happening to her. It was just something which somebody else had endured.

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

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

The End.