Down in the tank

After years of various experiences and experiments on the subject of locking people up, I found an interesting advert on a website. It was time for me to have what I thought was the ultimate experience. There was actually a lady who had tank-like vessels in a room under the floor of her house in which she could lock people up and who also offered this service. Of course, this made me more than just horny. She described how many possibilities were available using modern technology, from disposing of fluids from one's own body to supplying them with energy from the outside, while the person locked up could do absolutely nothing and was completely helpless; even the air supply was controlled from the outside. This was the ultimate experience, I thought, and looked at the offers. The lady offered this service for a very large sum of money and you could only book by the day. She had one day, 3 days or a week on offer. Just the pure locking up. While reading these lines, I had to touch myself and inadvertently squirted because the thought of this woman locking human beings under her floor and even leaving them there for a whole week was just too hot. There were also additional services on request, and you could also agree on an exact duration with her. But what made me squirt the second time was on the page with special offers. She seriously offered that you would finance a vacation for her and in return you would be locked up for the duration of her vacation, i.e. while she was enjoying her vacation. There was also a surprise box. After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to try this one out. It only stated that you would end up in her tank without receiving any further information beforehand. I had a very good job and was well off, so I could afford this particularly expensive luxury fun. In order to get in serious contact with her, you had to pay a deposit of 1000 euros for the surprise box. The call from her came relatively suddenly afterwards and I was pleasantly surprised. She had a very pleasant voice on the phone and we talked for a while. After numerous visits to dominatrixes, I was no longer shy about talking to strangers about these things and so we had a good preliminary conversation for about 30 minutes and then discussed the rest by email. To make the whole thing a little shorter, I booked the surprise package with her the next day and set the date for my first day of vacation in the fall. I had 3 weeks of vacation and followed her advice that I would have at least a few days off after this trip into her tank. For the price I paid, I expected to stay 1-2 days at most, as the price for the Ü-Box was exactly between these prices. It was still a while and constant contact with her didn't give me any new insights. Any questions I had were not answered, with the comment that I didn't want to spoil the surprise. She always seemed friendly and nice, so that no sadistic or overly sweet streak stood out. I already knew her website by heart and I had no contact with other people who might have booked with her. 2 days before my vacation and stay with her, I received an email from her with instructions saying that I should show up perfectly shaved. I should come with an empty stomach and ideally with an empty bowel. I didn't really understand all of this, but I followed her instructions. So I finally found myself at her door on Friday morning (I usually started my vacation on Fridays). It was a completely normal suburban house in a quiet area. I parked my car one street away and walked to her. After ringing the bell, the lady opened the door and introduced herself as Marie. Before that, it was always just "Mrs. Schmidt". She led me quite quickly down the short hallway next to the stairs and without me having much time to look around the house, we appeared to come into her bedroom. There was a bed in it, a small wall unit, some carpets and a small desk with an open laptop on it. Only now did I finally have the chance to ogle her and saw that a young girl, perhaps 24 years old, was standing in front of me. A bombastically good slim sexy figure, dressed in jeans, knee-high boots with block heels and buckles, a discreet but figure-hugging top with long sleeves, bracelets, rings on her fake fingers and long brown hair and a well-made-up face as well as very beautiful eyes. A real dream woman and she would lock me up. We chatted a little and I was allowed to sit sideways on her bed while she went to the laptop and typed in a few things that I couldn't make out. I thought it would just be a preliminary conversation until she asked me if we could get started. Of course my heart beat faster but I said yes straight away. With that she stood up, pulled the chair and the desk away from the wall. She folded over the carpet and if I hadn't paid special attention I wouldn't have seen it. But there was a hatch in the floor. When she kept talking about something, like her tank and the whole process, it was clear that she was enjoying it. Even all that money wouldn't keep someone so enthusiastic about it. Of course I asked her what she found so great about it and how she came up with it, but she would answer that question later, she told me sweetly. She typed on the laptop and after a short while the hatch opened, which was about 60 by 60 cm and at first it looked like you were looking into a rocket launch pad from a film. Underneath was the tank in question, only that it was not completely round. Instead, at the back end, towards the wall, there was a kind of vertical bed that was just being raised. At the bottom there was a base plate so that there was no danger of anything falling into the hole underneath. When the plain bed was raised, she looked at me: "Then come on, you have to undress completely and come here." I did this and was told to stand directly on the base plate, with my back against the upright bed. My heart was racing. Marie opened her desk drawers and laid out all kinds of equipment on the table, but mainly monitoring equipment like in a hospital. Contacts were attached to various parts of my body and when she was done, she started to attach my body to the bed from my feet to my head. I endured this in silence. "Okay, listen, you can stop this at any time now, but I'll keep 50% of your money for the effort so far. But we'll soon come to a point where you can't stop and I won't warn you. From that point on I'll just carry on, you know that, right?" I just nodded and got horny instantly, which she acknowledged with a grin.

At some point she had my whole body secured to the bed, absolutely motionless. I was standing upright, with my legs slightly apart, my head at the back and also secured. A few supports were attached and my head was secured so tightly that I could no longer look back and forth. This meant that I could no longer see what other equipment she was digging out from the desk. I actually thought there would be a kind of straw for eating and that would be it. But I was far from it. For my money, this was absolutely high tech. She came over with a band that was put around my neck. "Would you like me to at least explain to you some of the things that will happen to you?" I was still thinking about whether I should really do that. Being locked up here for 1-2 days was actually a dream and it wouldn't be that bad. I said yes and she attached the band to my neck, which then seemed to be switched on and lay comfortably around my neck. "Good, then I will do that." She went back to the desk and then came back with a large mask-like construction. "Please open your mouth, now we are going to attach your food supply." I opened it wide and a kind of gag was put in my mouth, which held my jaw wide open, really wide. My teeth sank into a soft material and the thing was firmly attached to my wide-open mouth in an instant. She let go and came back with something else that was inserted into my mouth. I didn't see it, but I swallowed once without wanting to and noticed that I had something of hers in my throat. "So the thing that you just swallowed is a mixture of a gastric tube and a kind of control piece. With it I can basically stimulate your muscles to make you swallow. So you can no longer decide for yourself what you swallow and what you don't. I'll demonstrate it." Completely taken by surprise, she spat into my wide-open mouth. I swallowed immediately without having actively decided to do so myself. I wanted to say something straight away, but found that I couldn't get any sound out of my throat. She smiled knowingly. "See, it works and if you wanted to say something, well, we're now past the point where you can still influence things. Your vocal cords are now completely useless because of my collar, so you're just a spectator in your own body." She then went to the desk and inserted something into my penis. I barely felt it until she put something else over my penis, which pressed it very tightly when it was flaccid. She looked briefly into my probably frightened eyes. "Sewage for you," she just said. Then it continued and something was stuck in my ass, not really big either, but I felt it as if someone was pushing a suppository in me. Apparently, this was something that I could later satisfy my urge to do. Immediately afterwards, headphones were put in my ears and something came over them. She also tied a small mask to my nose with a tube hanging from it. Probably an air supply, I thought to myself. She secured this mask again and I was completely stuck in its construction. Now I also noticed that I could hardly hear any noise in the room, or rather no noise at all. Until she stood next to me and I could hear her voice in my ears: "You can now only hear something through the speakers in your ears and only what I want. So I'm taking away another of your senses to amplify the others. I'm going to slow you down a bit now, we're almost done haha." Then there was movement in my field of vision and Marie stood in front of me in all her splendor and smiled at me, only that I moved lower and lower and could first see her breasts, then was at her hip height, finally moved down along the boot shaft and then at some point my eyes stopped at the level of her heel. I could clearly see that the boots had a rough profile and there was dirt stuck everywhere. She walked very close to my face, right to the edge of my prison from which I could not escape on my own. Was what I was doing here really good?

"Well, do you like the view? Now you can perhaps imagine better how I'm going to let you all the way into the tank, the lid will be locked three times, I'll put the carpet back on top, put the desk in its place and 20cm above your head, my feet will be directly above it when I'm sitting at the desk. And I sit here a lot. Unfortunately you can't do anything because I'll be sitting there and executing the last commands on the laptop that will keep you in there haha." I got really horny and also felt something stimulating me in and on my penis, but somehow I couldn't get hard. It was just really pressing down there. What was that? "Well, you're probably getting horny right now, aren't you? I can stimulate you to the point of orgasm if I want to and there's nothing you can do about it. Too bad that I've also attached something that can prevent your penis from getting hard and that you can't have an orgasm at all, right? Haha" With that I sat up a little bit and she knelt down in front of me. She was talking into her cell phone, it looked like this was her microphone. "I've got one more thing, then you're going downstairs, haha. But just a minute, I'll show you something else, then we'll get started." She smiled condescendingly at me and I got really scared. "Well, since you can at least still blink, I'll give you one more chance!" She put something on my forehead and stuck it back on. "So now you know how I'm going to make it harder for you. If you find this too hard, please blink three times slowly." It was so tight and I wanted to cum and I was getting really scared despite how horny I was. It would really be too hard if she tortured me like that, I thought to myself and blinked. Then she put a tray in front of me and I saw two beautiful women on it, just as pretty as Marie. One of them looked similar to her, had long black hair, was quite tanned and just had that certain something. The other was blonde, had blue eyes and was also very well-groomed. Both had great bodies. "By the way, these are my roommates here in the shared apartment, who I hadn't told you about. But neither of them knows anything about this. So is this really too much for you? Do you want to stop and forgo the other, actually even worse things that I'm going to do to you or that I've prepared?" I blinked again, as I should, to confirm that I wanted to stop. Experience or not, this was ultimately too much for me. It would cost me my mind. She smiled at me and then grabbed my face and put something over my eyes and it immediately went completely dark. I felt movement. OK, she pulled me up again, for whatever reason the blindfold was on. There was a short jolt and then I probably stopped up there again. "Just a minute," she said in my ears. I waited patiently. "You don't seriously think I'm going to get you out again, haha. Like I said, you're actually just a spectator in your body from now on. And now listen to how the three locks close!” I panicked and heard clicking, clacking and some massive bolts driving into others. I tensed up but it didn’t help. It clicked for the third time. “Hahaha, that’s it. You are now 100% sealed. Your shutter speed is also set and even if I wanted to, I have no way of getting you out beforehand, hehe. I can only make it worse for you and I will. Knowing that it’s too much for you.” She fell silent and I tensely realized what she was saying. Then I heard her again, but she kept pausing. “So, the carpet is back and the desk too. Now imagine…” that’s when the stimulation started and I got really horny, “… how I’m sitting here above you now. My boots are directly above your head on the plate. You’re like dirt under my shoes now.”

The stimulation drove me to the brink of orgasm and then stopped. What torture. "I'm going to set a few other things up now and explain a little about your accommodation, haha." With that, warm water ran onto my feet. It rose higher and higher, covering my legs, up to my hips. "Normally my guests lie in a water gel bath. You can certainly feel the liquid rising up you, pleasantly warm. It will rise up over your face and envelop you completely. Don't worry, the eye mask and breathing mask are safe." I felt the liquid, which really did seem to be enriched with gel, rising higher and washing over more and more of my body. It almost felt as if solid clumps of mucus were floating in it. "Pleasant, isn't it? But I thought to myself with you, I'm not using gel. YOU are up to your head in it now. Well, you probably want to know what it is that you're lying there in, and well, how should I put it. YOU are now completely covered in sewage from the sewer system. I'm thinking of dark brown, grey sewage with solids in it and all kinds of leftovers. There's feces and piss floating all around haha. You don't believe me? Wait, I'll switch your breathing air to it." I immediately smelled a disgusting sewer smell. It was as if I was really lying right in the broth and I believed her. I fidgeted, wanted to scream, but nothing happened. Completely undeterred by my panic, she just continued above me: "The part that your penis is in, or what is in it, has another good function. I can now control when and how much you can pee. You have a probe in your bladder and the little tube in your pee tube can inflate as much as you want, which you should now feel." I really felt it and I got hot with fear. It was slightly uncomfortable but then stayed inflated in my penis. The stimulation had stopped but my penis was still kept very small from the outside. "I thought I wouldn't give you any information about how often and when you're allowed to pee, but the system is set up so that you always have to pee relatively urgently. In between, you'll also be completely relieved. But there are no fixed times. On some days I get a message on my cell phone that you're in a hurry and then I have to confirm, on some days I'll schedule it around my roommates' work shifts (so you can't if they're at work or out) and on other days I'll only let you pee every 8-14 hours. We'll see, in any case it won't be nice for you, hahahah." After that, it was very quiet for a while and the information sank in. I had absolutely no idea what to do. I couldn't defend myself. It couldn't be true. Then I heard something again, but it sounded different. At first it sounded as if a hatch or a lid had been opened and then leaned somewhere. There was a rustling sound, then I clearly heard a splashing sound. It didn't take long before the splashing stopped. I heard more rustling and then the rustling from the beginning again. What was that? Then suddenly her voice again. "Here I am again. I just had to go to the bathroom. Just a little explanation for you. There is a microphone built into the toilet and you just heard me peeing. The microphone is activated when someone lifts the toilet lid and it is deactivated again when it is closed. Wait, I'll just go and then come back to my desk and sit over you." Without meaning to, I swallowed once and then nothing else happened for a moment. It took two seconds before my mouth suddenly filled up. It was bitter, salty liquid and really disgusting. I wanted to spit it out, but I couldn't. The liquid filled my mouth and then probably pressed against it from the outside. But with my tongue I could also feel small chunks in this broth. What was that? After a few more long seconds in which I had to endure the taste, the bell rang. PISS! Marie's voice rang out along with this realization.

"Do you like it? Haha and you can't swallow it at all, can you? Hehe. Well, that's the next great part of your surprise. I usually feed my guests a food mush but you get something much better. Your mouth is connected to the toilet drain. Even in the bowl, everything flows into a small collecting container and when you flush it, this is protected from the flush water and the contents of the collecting container flows directly into your mouth. The pieces you taste are chopped up toilet paper leaves. In front of your mouth in the pipe there is a kind of mixer, which chops up everything in the pipe into bite-sized pieces for you hahaha. Small disadvantage for you, and you may have already noticed this: You can only swallow when the next person flushes the toilet, so you can enjoy everything until the next person comes. And so that you are always well supplied, the tube in your stomach always knows. YOU will only swallow as much as your stomach can hold. The rest just stays in your mouth and/or collecting container at the top hahaha. You are so fucked, but wait. So that you can listen better, I'll make you swallow for once." My body immediately choked everything down. I didn't have to gag, I somehow couldn't either, but it was so awful. "Let's move on to the next point, your ass. You can actually empty yourself completely normally, but since I find that boring too, I gave you something in your ass earlier and we'll try that right away." My ass suddenly filled up with something from the inside. It became extremely uncomfortable and I was about to scream. It got more and more and I felt it pressing on my bladder and my stomach bloating. At some point, it was almost unbearable, it stopped, but stayed that way while I could still taste piss. "There, it'll work. I'll keep it a bit shorter now because I don't have much time. You will either get a hearty enema at irregular and random times and be locked up, or I will decide on my own. And so that you don't know how long it will be like that inside you, a random time is also set when you will be released. It can take 10 minutes, but it could also be 10 hours later haha." I felt like I was in a nightmare, but it was not going to stop yet. It was getting steadily worse, even when she showed mercy and I was able to let it go. "Okay, let's continue, the stimulation you felt is not only triggered by me activating it on my laptop or cell phone. It is also linked to other devices. Firstly, there are highly sensitive microphones in my roommates' bedrooms that react when they moan. If they moan, you get turned on, but only before you climax. I have also installed something on their cell phones. If their cell phone is within range of their moans or the moans of other women, you will be part of it. This way you can listen to AND feel our sex life hahaha. We women also have our sex toys, every woman has one. In any case, you will react to whether one of the three of us switches on the device. You will only feel it when the devices are turned off. So you are trapped and isolated, but you get the best of it haha.” There was a brief silence. By now I was in shock. “And the best thing about all of this is that my two girls have absolutely no idea. Neither when they go to the toilet, nor when they have sex with their guys, nor anything else. Absolutely no idea and there is nothing you can do about it. But I will also break off contact with you now. I will carry on with my completely normal life up here above you and will behave completely normally. Oh yes, a small addition, I will adjust your fresh air so that it comes from the toilet bowl. So enjoy your time. See you then!” There was a brief crack and silence. Nothing happened and I had a gigantic panic attack. I shook and tugged at everything like crazy, but I couldn't move a millimeter, no matter in which direction, nothing happened. I tried for minutes and nothing happened. Then a draft of air hit my nose in the mask and I smelled a faint odor of urine and the typical toilet cleaner...

Part 2 ... A long time passed and nothing happened in my prison. I kept breathing in the air from the toilet and spent more or less horny and punished in the tank. No movement was possible and I simply couldn't do anything. I saw nothing, couldn't say anything or make any noise, always smelled the same, tasted the rest of the piss on my tongue and was trapped with these senses. Nothing happened... endless silence... no variety. I have no idea how much time really passed and how little just felt, because I had absolutely no clue. There was only one thing on my dark horizon, the time when I would hear Marie's voice again and the feeling of going up again. With all the extra stuff she had attached to me, she simply couldn't leave me in here for long. A single day was already immensely expensive and I had paid just over a day for this surprise package. So maybe I only had to hold out until the evening. From previous sessions on the topic of locking up, I knew that the first 1-2 hours actually went by pretty quickly, so I guessed it was around midday. But that didn't help me, because absolutely nothing happened. Hours ticked by and I cursed myself for letting myself go through it. My stomach was empty, my bladder was at least slowly filling up, and the trend was that my already slowly passing time was becoming more unpleasant as time went on. Without warning, I heard the flap, it was the toilet lid. There was a rustling sound. I could clearly hear clothes. NO!! It splashed a little longer than before. No, please don't, I begged inwardly. The splashing had just stopped when I heard something knocking through the microphone. A voice, but because of the rustling of the toilet paper, I couldn't identify or understand the voice. Only the answer was identifiable. A complete stranger had just peed. "Yes, I'm already finished!" More rustling of clothes. I fought against my bonds, nothing happened. I wanted to scream. Then the microphone went off and I knew what was coming next... My mouth filled with salty piss. It was still slightly warm and I couldn't swallow it or get rid of it, no matter how much I wanted to. The taste got to me, I couldn't shake myself and had to endure it. I had a strange woman's urine in my mouth. Then the lid sounded and rustled. Immediately a loud fart was heard and I knew the most horrible experience of my life was about to happen. Crackling and immediately fragrant to my nose, a turd made its way into the bowl and as it fell down a groan of relief sounded from above. I was really scared. The smell burned intensely in my nose and overwhelmed me with its intensity. STOP, I shouted inwardly, but then another turd followed, judging by the sound and even stronger smell, until she wiped herself off after a quick pee. I didn't want to swallow the piss in my mouth or have the rest of it, but the stranger didn't care. She was probably cleaning herself and rinsing mercilessly. Without meaning to, I swallowed the piss I had just taken in big gulps. I was afraid that more shredded shit would be added to it every second, but it didn't. At some point, only air came out and I stopped swallowing. I breathed out in relief, and suddenly my mouth filled with a mixture of urine, shredded toilet paper and a large amount of feces. Words are not enough to describe this disgusting, horrible taste. I couldn't gag or get rid of the stuff, and so I was condemned to spend the next while with this taste in my mouth, without any relief. Even though I couldn't swallow, I could move my tongue and so I kept feeling the hard, settling chunks on and around my tongue and kept penetrating the shredded feces. I wanted to throw up, shake, do something, but it didn't work. With the stuff in my mouth, I slowly noticed my bladder getting fuller, but the only way out for my own pee was still inflated. At that very moment, my intestines filled up and it was just as horrible as at the beginning of my stay. I wanted to moan, but I had trouble breathing out. But I had to breathe harder and harder and more hectically because I felt as if I was bursting from the inside. It pressured and hurt everywhere somehow, then it stopped and blocked as predicted. So I kept switching back and forth between the full feeling and the taste, just like the smell in the toilet bowl.

At some point the toilet lid opened again and I thought I was about to die because I would inevitably have to swallow the shit when I flushed it, and that's exactly what happened. A stranger apparently pissed herself, flushed it and I was forced to swallow the entire contents of the previous owner's toilet. Chunk by chunk and sip by sip I felt it go down my throat and pump up my body even more. The piss in my mouth still tasted of feces because it had been soaking for a long time and had settled everywhere. But it went away pretty quickly. I had just started breathing more calmly when the next woman used the toilet upstairs and I drank more piss. Three more women came and peed, it was unbearable. I automatically stopped swallowing with the last woman because I just couldn't take it anymore, which the tube in my stomach probably noticed. Had this beast, no, this beast specially invited visitors up there or what was going on? The piss in my stomach seemed to be running through, because my bladder was filling up rapidly and when I heard the next user peeing out, I was in deeper despair because I just couldn't take it anymore. I didn't swallow either, but the piss probably stayed up in the collection container. When I felt pressure in my bladder, I had to imagine Marie sitting up there and getting a message on her cell phone that it was time to let me pee. In my head she smiled slightly and refused. So I continued to hang in the waste tank. Normal life went on above me and only she knew about me. Only this one lady, who didn't want to influence it, could, and if she did, then only in a negative way. I was breathing harder and harder, rarely swallowing a sip or two when the tube thought there was room in my stomach again. If it weren't for the broth I was swimming in, I would have thick beads of sweat on my forehead. I breathed in and out deeply and closed my eyes in the darkness. I concentrated. It improved briefly, but then got worse again, because I heard the toilet upstairs and there was a woman farting, who seemed to be really shitting herself. She moaned loudly with satisfaction from the release, but that didn't help me at all. Judging by the sound, a huge amount of piss came out afterwards. When she flushed, a mixture of poop was flushed from the collection container into my mouth. After a while and several gulps of poop that were immediately refilled, my stomach was already hurting terribly. My ass was wide open but wasn't allowed to and my bladder was fuller than it had been for a long time. I had to get out of here. I couldn't do it anymore. The only help I had was to think about the evening when she would hopefully finally let me out again. Another gulp went down my stomach and I felt crumbly liquid being flushed out of the collection container. Why couldn't I just throw up? It continued without a break or interruption. Something was stimulating my cock again. I suddenly got really horny. "Uhhhhh, yessss, ohhhh honey, don't stop!" the moaning started loudly in my ear. I swallowed more shit and heard a strange woman moaning and how she had probably just had sex with someone. "Yes, ohhh... uhhhh" she moaned. It wasn't long before I was close to squirting, but it hurt terribly because I couldn't sit up. Then the orgasm came closer, at least now I was going to ohhh yes... NO! An electric shock ran painfully through my abdomen and immediately stopped any approach to orgasm. If only I could, I would have screamed out loud. "Uhhh, yessss, ohh yessss..." she moaned on and that drove my device to drive me towards orgasm again, whether I wanted to or not. No, don't, please stop! I thought to myself, but I was horny as hell again. Then another electric shock... only to then move on to further stimulation while she had sex in my ear that just didn't want to end. I could really picture it but was always painfully brought back to reality only to then drift back into the world of horniness. A constant interplay developed while the lady unsuspectingly enjoyed it and kept dragging it out until she finally had an orgasm and I was left frustrated and had to enjoy in silence how full my stomach, bladder and ass, as well as my mouth, were.

The following time also brought no improvement. Less often, but they came to relieve themselves, which all ended up in the collecting basin and diluted the poop. Later on, things calmed down a bit, although I still seemed to be visited a few times. In between, one of the girls definitely masturbated for an unnecessarily long time, because I was tortured by the horny thing on my dick and just couldn't. I hoped that it was finally getting late in the evening, but somehow one of the ladies kept coming and emptying herself, it seemed, and I became more and more insecure. My bladder was killing me, so at some point the feeling that I was allowed to pee was just a gift from heaven. The only problem with the whole thing was that after about 10 seconds of being allowed to pee and having huge pressure on the pipe when I let it out, I felt terrible pain. The thing had simply sealed me off again without me being able to pee myself out. I still had to go urgently and forced myself to swallow more liquid from the collection container, which at some point seemed to be empty. I had actually managed it, although my body was still overflowing with fluids. After breathing heavily for a while and only being able to concentrate on the pain, I felt my bottom emptying, and this time completely. I breathed out with such relief that I barely noticed the pee valve opening. I was so incredibly relieved after both of my openings had emptied that I forgot all the effort and gave in to exhaustion. I was forced to fall asleep in the hope that none of them would come any time soon. Whatever time it was out there, they were awake until the late hours of the morning, or so it seemed to me. I was woken up by a bitter, nasty, sharp and salty liquid that completely filled my mouth and literally pushed it in. I wanted to shake myself and came back to reality. What happened earlier, yesterday, whenever it happened, came back to me and I was even more disgusted because I knew it was urine in me. While I was tasting everything, I heard someone moving in the bathroom. I became painfully aware of my bladder, it was full to the brim again, or felt even fuller. At that moment my ass was also filling up and I also heard farting noises from the bowl. No, there was someone there again, please don't! But a smacking crackling sound revealed what was happening. According to the noise, there was quite a lot coming out of the lady and a moan of relief only made me more desperate. I had to eat shit again. No, please don't!! I begged inwardly. Then suddenly my ass was pumped up, I was breathing heavily but couldn't moan. It was so unspeakably unpleasant. Then I started to get horny. So terribly horny, I was close to it but... bang... pain shot through me again. My penis pumped blood into itself but could not swell and so it hurt worse with each thrust. Noooo. Farting again, now it all came at once. The farting lady stayed up there for longer and after a miserably long time the feeling in her cock stopped. Whoever had done it to themselves had just had an orgasm and I hadn't. I was squatting there, trapped in the sewage tank with stale piss in my mouth. Then suddenly I heard Marie's voice, she was laughing softly. "Well, do you like it down there and does it taste good, haha?" she asked nastyly. I tried to shake myself, to just react and to do so in a dismissive manner to the question, even though she wouldn't hear, see or even notice anything. "Do you know how small periods of time can often have a big impact? Actually, your lock opens in 13 minutes, I would let you out and leave the shared apartment with you and my suitcase. I'm flying on vacation later. The thing is, my girlfriend who is picking me up and driving me will be here in 2-3 minutes.” My pulse was really racing now.

"And then I thought, OK, we didn't agree on a time, so I'm going to wash up and go to the laptop and enter your time again. You're on vacation anyway, so I can treat you to something. I'm going for 17 days. In 19 days my flight to China leaves in the late afternoon, because I'm going to study there for half a year. So I'll let you out that morning, so don't worry that you'll miss out on much. I'm sure the girls here will really give you a hard time. My best friend, for example, will move into my room while I'm on vacation. Haha. Have fun!" I suddenly swallowed without meaning to, and my emotions escalated. She couldn't do that. I stopped swallowing and got shit in my mouth that wouldn't come out. Panic took over and for the next few minutes I just couldn't understand how she could do that. I was only a few minutes away from freedom! She couldn't do that!!!! .... ...Unfortunately she couldn't and she did... Without the hatch above me opening and me coming out, my suffering continued without any consideration for me. Marie seemed to have really left me behind. In the hours after her brief speech nothing happened except that I had to eat the feces, more piss and other bathroom garbage, always had a full bladder and a pumped up bottom. The rest of the time also passed without anything good for me. My situation didn't change. I became a toilet drain for an entire shared apartment above me. While Marie had probably really gone on vacation, I made the most of the garbage. Not just hours but days went by in which I experienced hell. Time after time I heard the toilet being used again and again and then what I had to listen to flowed into my mouth in chopped form, only to swallow it at some point when another lady up there used it. She also seemed to have made the whole thing worse for me. While I was allowed to pee completely at the beginning, the intervals between peeing at all became longer and longer and the amount I was allowed to pee out became smaller and smaller. My bladder was constantly in pain from being completely overfilled and the compulsion, no, the blockage, of not being able to let it out. If I was allowed to pee once, I was always blocked in the middle without warning, only to spend many more hours hoping to be allowed to do so again. After that, I could no longer even empty my entire bladder and was always at the mercy of the horrible feeling. It was the same with my bottom. I was allowed to pee completely, but was filled up again immediately after the enema. The thing also seemed to expand my asshole more and more, so that I felt as if I already had a handball in my hole and it didn't get any more pleasant, quite the opposite, I was stretched and filled more and more. Nobody seemed to care about my suffering, I was not noticed by anyone and I was always filled. The girls in the shared flat were also very active in a sexual sense. I often heard sex noises from 2 different women and often I was generally made horny, which showed that they often did it themselves. It was just that I never got a chance and so became even more frustrated and desperate.

At one point I could regularly taste cotton wool and iron, which indicated that tampons were probably being disposed of up there. Why couldn't I gag? Hair, toenails and/or fingernails also constantly found their way into my throat and I couldn't defend myself. Nothing seemed more real than this taste, which I had to endure almost constantly, and the pain in my ass and bladder, as well as the frustrating horniness that kept coming up and yet painfully subsided. My time only passed when I could hear the few noises inside the toilet bowl, and then only the noises that women made. These were the only moments when I became aware that there was a life out there outside of my suffering that I was waiting for, and this witch had spoiled my opportunity to live out my vacation. As brown as she was, she was probably lying somewhere in the sun on her vacation and didn't waste a thought on me while I probably had to swallow the shredded feces of her roommates or other strange women one morning or noon, evening or in the middle of the night. The worst thing was that I knew how many days she would be gone and I was also aware that the imprisonment would drag on given my suffering. Time would definitely pass more slowly than I already felt. On some days or periods it seemed to me as if there were more than just 3 women using the toilet up there. While at shorter intervals, which were guaranteed to be only a few hours, I counted 6 or 7 women who even did their big business. My digestion was so accelerated that after a while I even had the collection container almost empty all the time. As harsh as it sounds, at some point thoughts came into my mind, or rather the desire to die. I would rather be dead than continue to be tortured here. Often enough, this was only reinforced and encouraged by having to listen to or feel the ladies acting out their desires. Death was a wonderful alternative. Without any idea how time had passed or how many days I had behind me, I eventually approached a point where my mind, a kind of internal clock, told me that my time had slowly begun. I had definitely passed the almost 20 days. It wasn't long ago that I had swallowed urine and another lady had discharged her disgusting pile of shit, which was then pressed into my mouth. I was now completely exhausted and couldn't even calm down during this hard torture that I was constantly being subjected to. There was a sudden cracking in my ears and when I heard something other than the sound of women undressing and using the toilet, my heart beat faster. I had done it. It had to be Marie who was now getting me out. I wanted to jump for joy. "Hey, I hope you can hear me!"... The sound was very bad and you could hear conversations and people in the background as if you were in a public place. Wasn't she there above me or was that the TV? In the background I heard an announcement that sounded like a call for boarding. ... "I have to apologize to you. Instead of 19 days, I sealed you up for 20 days and unfortunately I'm no longer at home to let you out personally. I'm sitting at the airport in India right now and am about to board a plane to fly to China. It's the middle of the night for you. So I want to keep it brief because I have to board right now. I'm going to start the opening sequence now. Your body will be cleaned fully automatically, then the lid above you will open and you will wake up. The bonds will loosen enough that you can let yourself go. I'd love to be there and see how exhausted you come out of this because of me, but there's no other way now. As I speak, the draining of sewage should begin around you.”

And as soon as she had said it, it really started. I wasn't angry with her for what she said, even if it was his day. I had it behind me now and that was what counted. "I think you'll hear the three locks above you go off, but it'll just take a few minutes. Unfortunately, I don't have time for that either, because I have to get on the plane now. The big problem is that I won't have a secure internet connection for you again until a few days later in China, and your vacation will already be over by then, so I can't monitor anything now or extend it for that long." Her voice now took on a nasty undertone, like the time she explained everything to me. "But I also want to thank you. I had a really great vacation and I had a lot of sex with my vacation acquaintance and every time I had to think about how you were locked up and ate out of the toilet, that was really hot. So I want to make you an offer in return for letting yourself out, something that many people probably secretly wish for in their fantasies. Well, I'm offering you that you don't free yourself up there when you're up and could go. Just stay in the position you're in and 10 minutes after the lid has opened your platform will go down again. I've made your program a little more stringent that you'll then experience. I'll set the peeing intervals even lower so that you're allowed to pee even less and well..." she paused briefly and seemed to grin, at least it sounded as if she was enjoying the idea while she was talking, "...so I've instructed the program to seal you for 6 months and I can only open it when I'm standing over you at home. If my stay in China were to be extended, it would take another 6 months longer. I know that sounds crazy but you just have to stay in position and sacrifice your current life for my fun. Then when I have a stable internet connection, I'll do special things to you every now and then so that you notice that I'm thinking of you. I just don't know how the shared apartment above you will develop. When I got to the airport, the other two were looking for a replacement for me, they don't know that it's my house. But you should be sure of one thing: I might stay here for a while. There's no way to get you out. So now I really have to get on the plane. I really hope you stay in there while I enjoy my life. Take care. If you did stop, I would of course be very happy to hear some feedback from you. Byee!" With that, the cracking stopped and I was cleaned by jets that really put a strain on my skin. I wouldn't dream of going back in here, I thought to myself, and I couldn't wait until my release sequence was finally over and the restraints came off. Then I heard the first of three locks. God, I was so happy and excited and happy. First, I would vomit the pile of shit that I still had in my mouth right onto the floor.

The second lock released and then the third. The servo motors above me started running and probably lifted the lid. SCARY!!! No!!! I heard the motors but the noise died down, just like when you push a cordless drill too hard and the power isn't enough. NO!! The motor started again, didn't make it again, then again! NOOOO!!! Then there was silence. Like a madman I pulled on everything, stretched, pushed, pulled and pulled again. I wanted to scream, wriggle, jump and somehow get out, but I didn't move a millimeter. I had to help the motor. I had to get out of here! Then I heard something in the bathroom again. NOOOOO!! A lady sat down on the toilet and peed. Then a voice! "Yes, hi, this is Lea!" She must have been on the phone because there was no answer. "Did you just do something or put something under my cupboard?" No, no, that couldn't be!!! "Yes, because Marie said I should leave her desk where it was, otherwise there would be trouble. And I mean, she's been gone for 6 months anyway, so I put my wardrobe up against the wall of her desk and put it away and it just rattled a little, three times, as if something had pushed against it from below?!" NOOOOO!!! I screamed inwardly and only noticed something above me again when she hung up and babbled about "damn chili" and then she shit herself in an instant. When she left, I heard the lock close again and swallowed the shit that I'd had in my mouth for some time, only to then get that pile of Lea's shit down my throat as well. I was now definitely and irrevocably trapped here for 6 months and she didn't know what she'd done by putting the wardrobe above me. Immediately after she was gone, someone started to masturbate.... Now there are 2 endings. Did you still want her? The good ending: I spent the rest of the time completely devastated, but not much happened. A few hours later I heard rustling again and someone was peeing themselves, I swallowed more shit. The urine that followed was very bitter again and not long after that someone was masturbating again. I was so close to going crazy, but the only thing that was moving was my mind. But satisfying the stranger was not enough. Not long after that I thought I had peace, but then I was tormented by an incredibly long sex orgy involving two couples, whose moans I had to listen to loudly. One couple even went for the second round and the lady really let herself be fucked. I suffered terribly because every time I was about to orgasm I was painfully interrupted. While at least one couple was finished, a lady went over me again and unloaded her stinking pile, which I had in my mouth a few moments later.

Eventually, however, I finally had some peace. Strangely enough, some time later someone pulled out, because I swallowed the rest without getting anything in my mouth. My incredibly stretched and filled ass then emptied itself without filling up again and I enjoyed it, despite the enormous bladder pressure that I had the whole time. At least it was some relief down here and I endured a few more hours in which, fortunately, nothing happened. Even my ass was able to relax a little and I could breathe a little more easily. Later, it felt somehow cool on my skin and then it happened. A touch. I was terribly frightened, but was calmed down when the eye mask was taken off and a beautiful and stylish Marie smiled at me. She was squatting in front of me and I had extended myself about as far as my belly button. I started to hyperventilate and she spoke into a machine. "Calm down, calm down! This is not a dream. This is really happening now!” She stroked my cheeks with her free hand and gave me a really sweet smile. She looked happy, satisfied and content. “Relax. That was all just a bit of a show for the finale. You're really coming out now, you see, you can relax and empty your bladder completely now too!” I felt it and let go. I immediately came in a gush that seemed to never stop. My body was still aching from it and suddenly I heard myself moaning with relief. It went and went and felt so incredibly good. She kept smiling at me and waited patiently until I was finished. “But there's one thing I still have to do before I untie you.” She stood up and opened her jeans and took them off. I didn't know what she wanted to do with that. Marie then went to her bed and opened a drawer as I could see. A vibrator appeared and I was horrified and scared. She spoke into the device again. “Don't be afraid. I like being watched!” and continued to undress so she could lie down on the bed and then turn her head towards me while pointing at me with the vibrator in her other hand. “YOU really don’t need to be afraid. Your orgasm barrier is now lifted and believe me, with this thing down there you will experience what it means to have several orgasms in succession. I am going to have a good time in front of your eyes and you can enjoy it to the full. After that I will let you go free.” No sooner said than done, the vibrator turned on and she played around with it while I immediately noticed how horny she was down there. Marie enjoyed herself in front of me without paying any attention to me and I quickly noticed my climax approaching. Then while she was moaning (which I was allowed to hear) I suddenly came and without an electric shock. I came in a huge orgasm and was able to scream out all the pleasure. I continued to be stimulated and it was very, very pleasant. It didn’t stop. The orgasm was over and I gave off big spurts. But I got horny again so quickly that I came four more times while she was doing it in front of me until she had her orgasm. We then had the orgasm together. After that, as promised, she brought me up all the way and slowly released me. It took a while until I was completely released and she helped me sit down on a chair to gather my strength.

She then finally explained to me that I was being continuously supplied with nutrients, which I hadn't noticed. I had had a tube in my stomach and one in my bladder, so that I was monitored at all times and if things got really bad, they could always take countermeasures, even if she made it a little more uncomfortable the closer we got to the finale. Using a variety of methods, she had often let me sleep for a short time, so that it seemed much, much longer to me and I was just happy to be free again. After an astonishingly short time, I was able to leave her house and drove home to rest on vacation for the next 2 weeks and feed off the experiences that made me extremely horny... The alternative ending... This ending, however, begins about an hour before the end of the second part and is told from a different perspective. Her victim had really been locked in the tank for 20 days. She had recently had a wonderful vacation in the Mediterranean and met a nice guy there. Her plane from Germany had landed at the airport a while ago and Marie was strolling through the transit area. Her plane to China would soon be boarding and then she would start her semester abroad. Just yesterday she had tidied her room at home and even had the carpet taken to a garage. She had only left her desk in place for her final act and she had asked the supposed new roommate in the shared flat, who was due to move in next week, not to touch it for the time being. She had now earned so much money with this fuel business during her studies that she would easily be well provided for long after she had finished her studies. Marie knew when enough was enough and didn't want to settle for it. She wanted to spend her semester abroad and had tormented her last customer long enough. She ate something at a sandwich stand and then sat down with her laptop somewhere where she could have some peace and quiet. She connected to the Internet and checked the connection to her sophisticated technical system at home. Everything was under the floor and had paid for its value many times over. She checked his vital signs, switched off the warnings about his bladder being too high as usual, and continued to block him with a smile.

She briefly thought about the fact that the guy, whether he wanted it or not, had just been really unlucky. She hadn't really wanted to lock him up for long, as she had put him through so much anyway, but it had happened and she liked the idea. She couldn't deny that she liked thinking about how the poor pig in her loft had to suffer miserably. All the filth he had to eat from her and especially her girls. There were all pigs in the shared flat and other friends were always visiting and there was only one toilet. Unfortunately, it was time to really let him out. She had often freed her "victims" from holidays or other places. It was in the middle of the night at home and one or two had been let out like that in the past. The system was quiet and the victims had to sneak out that way. Then she had the idea of ​​confusing his head a little again just before he was allowed out. She opened everything and then spoke into the microphone: "Hey, I hope you can hear me," she began, looking at the vital signs. He had been frightened, so he heard her too. Of course he heard her, the system was perfect. In the background, an announcement was made that boarding for their plane was about to begin and that all passengers should go to the gate for their flight. "I have to apologize to you. Instead of 19 days, I sealed you for 20 days and unfortunately I'm no longer at home to let you out personally. I'm currently sitting at the airport in India and am about to board the plane to fly to China. It's the middle of the night for you. So I'll keep it brief because I have to board right now. I'm going to start the opening sequence now. Your body will be cleaned fully automatically, then the lid above you will open and you will go up. The bonds will loosen enough that you can let yourself go. I would love to be there and see how exhausted you come out of this because of me, but there's no other way now. While I'm talking, the sewage should start to drain around you." She activated the sequence for the release. It was somehow strange for her, because he was the last person she would get out. How many had she kept in there for several days already, "I think you will then hear the three locks above you go off, but it will only take a few minutes. Unfortunately, I don't have time for this either, because I have to get on the plane now. The big problem is that I won't have a secure internet connection for you again until a few days in China and your vacation will already be over by then, so I can't monitor anything now or extend it for that long." She had to smile as she told the following and was internally very satisfied and excited, and then the idea of ​​the offer came to her: "But I would also like to thank you. I had a really great holiday and I had a lot of sex with my holiday acquaintance and every time I had to think about how you were locked up and ate out of the toilet, that was really hot. So I would like to make you an offer for letting yourself out, which many people probably secretly wish for in their fantasies. Well, I am offering you that you don't free yourself up there when you've gone up and could go. Just stay in the position you are in and 10 minutes after the lid has opened your pedestal will go down again. I have made your program a little more difficult, which you would then experience. I'm setting the peeing intervals even lower so that you can pee even less and well..." she paused briefly and seemed to grin, at least it sounded as if she was enjoying the idea as she spoke, "...so I've instructed the program to seal you for 6 months and I can only open it when I'm standing over you at home. So if my stay in China were to be extended, it would take another 6 months longer. I know that sounds harsh, but you just have to stay in position and sacrifice your current life for my fun. Once I have a stable internet connection, I'll do special things to you now and again so that you notice that I'm thinking of you. I just don't know how the shared apartment above you will turn out. When I got to the airport, the other two were looking for a replacement for me for a while, they don't know that it's my house. But you should be sure of one thing: I may stay here for a while. There's no way to get you out. So now I really have to get on the plane. I really hope you stay there while I enjoy my life. Take care. If you've dropped out, I would of course be very happy to get some feedback from you. Byee!"

She smiled briefly and saw that the sequence was working and the locks were already opening without causing any problems. Marie knew that the lid in the room would soon open and his bonds would come loose. Everyone would get out as quickly as possible after this torture and she had already made the same line or various other offers to other guys at the end, just to make them horny or to stimulate their imagination for the follow-up. She saw that all the locks were now unlocked and he would be coming to the surface at any moment. That was all done for her. The only thing that was really true about her offer was that it was not really intentional. Since no one should notice what was slumbering in the ground, she started a timer that would shut the tank down again 10 minutes after it was opened. The tank would then be pumped full of feces again and sealed and the last saved program would run, even if no one was connected. In this sense, the simulation could not be stopped. Marie cut the connection because everything was working and closed the laptop. The program and the connection to home wouldn't work in China anyway and in all probability she would have to set up everything on her laptop again in 6 months anyway, as she wanted to buy a new one there. She put the laptop in her bag and strutted off in high heels and tight jeans towards the gate. Almost on the other side of the world in her old room, the heavy lid rose a few millimetres and knocked three times against the massive cupboard platform on which a 3.5m long and just over 2m high wardrobe rested. The third time the servo motors gave up the ghost, even though the lid was open just a millimetre and therefore wouldn't close. However, this woke Lea up. The room was anything but deserted. Lea had already moved in today and of course didn't listen to anyone tell her what to do. She furnished the room the way she wanted. No matter what Marie told her. She turned on the light and stood up, immediately going to the cupboard, as that was where the noise was coming from. She opened a door, the one above the hatch, and looked inside. She tested with her foot whether the cupboard would creak or whether the weight was too great, whether the base it was standing on would move in some way or something. It made an extremely quiet CLICK and the hatch clicked back into place without her knowing it. Lea was surprised but shrugged her shoulders, grabbed her cell phone and went into the bathroom as the chilli from the evening was now really stinging. The victim was sealed when she had washed up and no one was now able to find out and so it happened as it had to. Marie was abroad, no longer caring for her tank and the shared flat grew and everyone lived their lives without knowing that someone in their floor was constantly swallowing their waste. Constantly on the verge of her bladder bursting. The notification SMS to Marie no longer arrived on any device and were always rejected when the bladder was very full. The enemas were always carried out vigorously and the program continued ice cold.