Scanned, Shipped, Printed

Scanned

“So why do you want a 3-D scan of me?” Phil asked his friend Maggie as they waited for their turn in the booth.

“Because I need an exact fit for stage 2 of this project.” Maggie explained again.

Phil sighed, she had said the same thing the last 3 times he had asked. Obviously she was keeping it a secret.

“Okay, in you go,” Maggie told him, pulling his bathrobe off before he entered the telephone booth sized scanner. Phil stood in the small dark booth and waited for instructions. He was wearing the tiniest of spandex thongs and was rather happy the booth was not see-through from the outside.

Suddenly a rather bored voice said over a hidden speaker. “Please stand with your feet about a foot apart and your arms out to your sides away from your torso. Thank you.”

Phil hurried to comply, knowing this was an expensive procedure and not wanting to waste any time or money.

The voice continued, “Please spread your fingers as wide as you can, close your eyes and hold that pose.”

Phil stood up straight and spread his fingers as he was asked. Suddenly a very bright flash, even through his closed eyes, filled the small booth. Phil had been told the procedure was much faster than in the old days. Instead of a laser circling the body over and over taking measurement after measurement. Now a hundred small cameras covered the booth walls and took high resolution pictures from many angles all at once. Then a computer put all the pictures together and created a high res 3-D model. That model could then be manipulated as much or as little as needed to achieve the results required.

“Just let me check to make sure we got a good capture…” The bored voice told Phil. “Yep, good to go, you may exit the booth.”

Phil stepped out and Maggie covered him in the bathrobe again. “Go get dressed and we’ll grab a bite to eat.”

Phil turned to a small bathroom and hurriedly pulled his regular clothes over the skimpy underwear.

Once more dressed for appearing in public, he followed Maggie to lunch. They enjoyed each other's company and Phil refrained from asking any questions about the scanner or her ideas for “Stage 2”. Eventually they parted company and Maggie promised she’d be in touch soon.

Printed

Maggie had Phil meet her at an address he did not know around lunch time on a Friday near the end of the month, right before a three day weekend. It was some sort of storage facility. He met her out front, and using a key, she rolled up a garage sized door to reveal something. He couldn’t quite make it out other than it was black and about the size of a freezer on its side. She reached up and turned on an interior light. Phil was stunned by what he saw and examined it in the light as Maggie rolled the door shut from the inside. It was a replica of an Egyptian sarcophagus, easily 7 feet long, 3 feet wide and over 3 feet tall. It appeared to be intricately carved and decorated with symbols and other details. The only difference from a museum piece was it was completely black. He reached out to touch it and discovered it was some sort of hard plastic.

“When you said you had a surprise ready for me, you weren’t kidding” Phil said to her as she joined him.

“Yes, amazing work isn’t it?” Maggie smiled at him.

“The amount of detail is amazing.” Phil agreed. “Is it carved, cast…?”

“3-D printer,” Maggie told him, running her hand over its surface. “You can program in an amazing amount of detail and the printer just spits it out.”

“I can see that.” Phil said marveling at it all “I knew large format printers were available. But this must have cost a fortune.”

Maggie demurred “Not really, I had a friend with an experimental industrial printer and when I explained my idea, she did it as a proof of concept at her factory.”

“Very kind of her.” Phil remarked. “But what concept were you proving, besides the sheer size and level of detail?”

Maggie let some pride creep into her voice. “So for one thing, it’s hollow inside. But the real fun was we were able to program in hidden latches, like a chinese puzzle box.”

“So unless you know where to press or what to slide to the side, the lid won’t open.” Phil nodded his head.

“Something like that,” Maggie told him “It takes 12 steps in a certain order to open the lid. Would you like to see?”

“I’d love to!” Phil readily agreed. “But what happens if you get them in the wrong order?”

“After a few wrong moves it goes into lockdown mode and unless you know the reset combo it is locked shut forever,” Maggie told him.

Maggie consulted her cell phone for a second, refreshing her memory of how to open the lid. Pressing on a scarab design here, sliding an ank to the side there, a series of clicks could be heard as she moved around the lid. Finally with a firm push on one part of the lid, a final loud click filled the room.

“Help me lift it up,” Maggie asked Phil. Eagerly he assisted her in pulling the lid upwards. It had several hinges on one side and it hung at a 90 degree angle waiting to close back up.

Phil examined the base when the lid was removed. The lid was much thicker than he had imagined, easily 9-10 inches thick and he marveled at the precision of the seam. He had not been able to determine where it would open until it had opened. The lid also had some thick pegs on the bottom edge that slotted into holes in the base. Probably part of the secret release mechanisms. He counted them,12 in total. So for each of the moves on the lid, she had released one peg from the base. It looked like even one of the pegs would be strong enough to keep the lid sealed tight against would-be thieves. Phil then turned his attention to the interior, it was not the hollow “crate” he had been expecting. It was a purposeful shape and he stepped back to get a better overall view. There was something familiar about the shape.

“Hey that’s shaped like a person!” he exclaimed when he figured it out a moment later.

“Not just any person,” Maggie teased. “It’s your body scan!”

“Wow!” Phil was impressed.

“That was part of the proof of concept,” Maggie told him. “First the built-in locking mechanisms, but also using a 3-D scan to create the hollow space inside.”

“You can’t possibly want me to get in this thing?” Phil asked

Maggie smiled and asked “Why not?”

“Because once the lid is closed I’d run out of air in seconds.” Phil couldn’t help himself from running his hands along the smooth channels where his legs would go. But also noting the grooved channel where the lid and base fitted together guaranteeing nothing could get in along the seam edge or cut the retaining pegs free from the outside.

“That’s also part of the design, silly,” Maggie explained “Secret air tubing from the face to micro-holes hidden in the lid.”

“Wow.” Phil repeated himself. “So do you think it fits?”

“Well I didn’t go to all this work just to stand around looking at it,” Maggie told him. “So get naked and get in there.”

“Naked?” Phil asked a little nervously. “Why naked?”

“Absolutely,” Maggie smiled wickedly, “because I didn’t scan you wearing clothes.”

“If I climb in there naked, certain parts of my anatomy are going to grow and no longer match that scan you took.” Phil worried out loud.

“I had my friend consider that issue,” Maggie explained “So I had her leave a tube, for lack of a better word, directly over your crotch area. Plenty of room for you to grow.”

Phil had to admit he was extremely turned on by the idea of being closed into the custom designed sarcophagus. His pants were already obviously bulging, as his cock hardened at the idea.

“Okay, let’s do this,” he said as he stripped off all his clothes in the storeroom.

Phil climbed up onto the base and sat down in the human-shaped groove. Sliding his ass into the space for it first, then stretching his legs into the proper places. He leaned back and slowly slipped his torso into the shaped depression, custom fit to his body. His head fell into the space for it and he moved his arms into the matching grooves. His hands fit perfectly as he spread his fingers wide, just like that day he was scanned.

It was an odd sensation, his body was perfectly supported and cupped on all sides. Maggie took some photos of him laying there, careful to keep his face out of the pictures. Then carefully and slowly Maggie reached over and started to close the lid over him, making sure his hardening cock slipped into the proper receptacle.

Phil watched the pitch black lid descend towards his face, he could see the hollowed out space shaped to fit his body, but details were difficult to make out due to the black on black nature of the material.

He had a momentary panic “Wait!” he said as it was about six inches away “What if there’s a problem?”

Maggie looked down at her friend's face “This first try, I’ll just immediately reopen the lid and double check with you.”

Phil breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay, sounds good.”

WIth the lid now merely an inch from slipping the locking pegs into the base and Phil’s cock already starting into the sleeve designed to hold it, she asked “Should I do it?”

Phil glanced over with just his eyes and said “Do it!”

Maggie slowly closed the lid the last few inches, it fell into place with a sigh of displaced air. The seam practically vanished from sight, meaning Phil had fit perfectly and nothing was being pinched between the lid and base. She reached out and pushed the locking latches back into place in the reverse order. Each one making a quiet click. She was sure Phil could hear them much more clearly from inside. Each of the 12 clicks guaranteed he couldn’t escape.

As promised, she consulted her cell phone and again pushed, pulled, twisted and depressed the carved symbols on the lid until the last latch was unlocked. She pried the lid open and raised it up.

“Any problems with the fit?” she looked down at Phil’s naked body, looking for pinch marks or bruising.

“No” Phil reported, “It seemed to be a perfect fit and I could breath easily.”

“Ready for a longer trial run?” Maggie asked with a smile, glancing at his rock hard shaft standing fully upright.

Phil smiled “Lock me in,” he told her.

Again Maggie lowered the lid, this time Phil kept his eyes shut rather than watch it descend. She had to reach in from the side and guide his cock into the waiting receptacle her friend had carved into the lid for him. But once it was an inch or so inside, she was able to withdraw her arm and continue shutting the lid.

Phil whispered “Thanks, for the help.”

Maggie smiled to herself, after all she didn’t want to cause Phil or his delightful cock injury. She rather enjoyed using it now and then.

“Bye Phil,” Maggie said as the lid sank into place the last inch and she heard the pegs click in place. She reset the locking latches, returning the lid to the default look. Luckily she could just reset them in any order. She was only messing with Phil’s mind when she said they had to be done in a certain sequence or it would “lock forever”.

But that was a secondary thought as she regarded the closed sarcophagus and her friend Phil inside it. She knew he was being held in an unbreakable plastic prison, literally holding him completely immobile. Only his nostrils and mouth uncovered, inside a small cavity that allowed him to breathe a little more easily. Even his hard cock in a tube barely bigger in size than his fully engorged shaft. She had made sure there was room for it to grow, but not too much room. No doubt every twitch of his shaft bumped it into one side or the other of the tube cradling it. A constant reminder of his trapped body and how completely inaccessible it was to being used.

Maggie had planned perfectly, but Phil was extremely stimulated by his situation. It was literally the most extreme bondage he had ever experienced and his cock shaft had reached a new level of engorgement. As soon as the lid had snapped closed he had felt his cock fill the tube her friend had provided for it. He could feel his cock pulsing inside the tight confines of the plastic. He had no room to move at all and it was driving him insane with a need for stimulation.

Desperately he flexed his hip muscles trying to pump his cock upward. He succeeded ever so slightly. But this led to a small surprise discovery. The tube had a bulge at the end and a lip around it, so when he managed to get just that quarter of an inch of thrust upward, the head of his cock slipped past that lip and slotted into the bulge. As he relaxed his hip muscles Phil noted that his cock was literally stuck now, unable to pull free or move in the tube at all. He felt his cock head harden even more as he realized he was stuck. Of course hardening made him more stuck, which made him more turned on, which made him more stuck, etc etc.

“What a fiendish trap!” He thought to himself in the darkness.

He moaned and wondered if Maggie could hear him through the plastic lid. He lay there in the dark with nothing to do but think about how hard his cock was and how stuck he was. He idly wondered how long she would keep him stuck inside this plastic shell. He had known climbing into it that she would let him out when she would let him out, but maybe he should have at least asked her?

He tried to lift his arms upward, the muscles flexed slightly but there was absolutely no give or room to move them. He flexed his thigh muscles trying to lift his legs, again nothing. The all encompassing plastic made it seem like his limbs were not even functioning. It even kept him from blinking, it was such a tight fit. Although there felt like there was a gap directly around his nostrils and mouth, it did press down on the full length of his nose and on his chin and cheeks. Due to that tight fit he couldn’t even open his mouth, just open his lips slightly to get more air.

He felt a wave of claustrophobia pass through him and he panicked. He felt his heart rate racing and every muscle in his body tense in a desperate bid for freedom. He didn’t even move at all, it was as if the black plastic absorbed everything. After some moments of futile struggling, he got his breathing back under control and his heart rate returned to normal.

His body was literally locked in place. He couldn’t twist, turn or flex inside the plastic's unrelenting grip. He had never experienced such extreme bondage. His throbbing cock was desperate for attention and completely inaccessible by anyone.

Meanwhile Maggie had texted the pictures of Phil laying in the sarcophagus to her friend who had designed and printed it as a “test case”. She had even taken a few as the lid closed over him, from the side, clearly showing his cock sliding into the tube built into the lid.

“Worked perfectly!” Maggie sent it to her friend Paula, at the plastics company.

Her friend replied back almost immediately “I hope your Pet appreciates all the features I built in.”

Maggie typed back “Definitely, the more helpless he is, the more turned on he gets. His cock must be throbbing inside that space you left for it.”

Paula typed back “I’d bet on it, especially since I shrunk it about 1% from those numbers you gave me.”

“You reduced the size?” Maggie wrote back worriedly

“I just reduced the shaft diameter, to give him a tighter fit,” Paula told Maggie. “I left his head size and length the same”

“So once he pops into place, he won’t be backing out again,” Maggie texted.

Paula wrote back “He’s probably very firmly stuck in the lid by now.”

Maggie continued the thread “So ready for phase 3?”

“YES!” Paula responded “He may be hard as a rock in there, but I’m wet just thinking about him trapped inside my creation.”

“Okay send the truck to pick it up,” Maggie typed her friend “I’ll tell Phil what is going to happen, he’s going to freak!”

Paula typed back “He won’t hear you, we even included his ear shape into the plastic.”

“He’ll figure it out when he feels it moving then,” Maggie texted back. “It will be a surprise when he arrives at your location.”

Shipped

Maggie amused herself by taking additional pictures of the solid black sarcophagus, using different filters and settings on her phone trying to get detailed pictures of the device. She also reviewed the pictures she had taken of Phil as he seated himself inside it and the lid swallowed him up, leaving no evidence he was currently trapped inside.

She should have had her friend put built-in speakers near his ears so she could talk to him! Hindsight is always 20-20 she thought to herself. Would it be possible to modify this one or just easier to put in some bluetooth earbuds in Phil’s ears and call it a day? Also they should have installed something to remove waste and keep him supplied with liquids, Maggie draped herself over the lid and imagined being able to keep Phil in there for days, maybe weeks with the proper preparations.

She was tempted to drop her panties and finger herself right then and there, but was not sure how long it would take the truck to arrive and pick up the case. She consoled herself to the fact that she’d only be wetter and hornier in a few hours and the payoff would be that much larger. Ten minutes had passed and she was regretting her choice to delay when there was a firm knock on the roll up door. She hastened to pull on the chains that rolled it up.

There were four burly men waiting there , one with a clipboard in his hands. “You are Maggie? We are here to pick up an object and ship it to the Fantastic Plastics Factory?”

“That’s correct. Here it is.” She waved at the case behind her.

“Luckily we were told the measurements in advance.” The man with the clipboard continued. “We have a packing crate already prepared for it.”

He waved his crew forward, two of them pushing a flatbed dolly with various pieces of wood and 2x4 boards on top of it.

“Tilt it on its side boys and get the baseboard under it. Then we’ll assemble the crate around it.” The man with the clipboard put it down to assist the crew as three of them tilted the sarcophagus on its side enough to slip a piece of plywood underneath. Once it was under most of the sarcophagus, they slid the case into the center of the plywood.

“Heavier than it looks, is this some kind of plastic ma’am?” one of the men asked.

“Yes, it’s a prototype of a new 3-D printing process,” Maggie said out loud, while quietly thinking. “It’s heavier than it looks because a very large man is locked inside it.”

The base board had d-rings all up and down the sides of the sarcophagus and the men soon had ratcheting straps criss-crossing over the lid and tightly strapped down. Maggie took several pictures during this process, with every passing moment Phil was more and more inescapably stuck inside and it was sending Maggie’s hormones sky high. She texted her friend Paula some of the pictures of the case strapped down.

“Hot!” Paula texted back.

The shipping crew got out battery powered screw guns and using pre-cut boards soon had the sides of the crate secured to the base board. Maggie again took pictures of the black sarcophagus resting inside of the plywood crate, with the bright orange tension straps holding it centered in the box. After she took a few pictures, the men slid the lid into place, it fell into position, supported by a few cross braces. The 4 of them set to work with handfuls of wood screws each. The lid was soon tightly fastened with dozens of screws around the edges, across the middle and everywhere that two boards meet.

Again Maggie took some pictures and confirmed the shipping address for the team, then signed a receipt for the man with the clipboard as the rest of the team used a powered hand forklift to move the crate out of the storeroom. They moved it down the hallway to the loading dock where their truck waited and wheeled it in, then strapped it to the side of the truck with even more tension straps.

Maggie asked how long it would take to deliver to the factory, the man with the clipboard estimated 3-4 hours depending on traffic.

“Do you have someone to help uncrate it once we deliver it?” the man with the clipboard asked her.

“Yes,” Maggie told him “We’ll just need you to wheel it inside and then we can take care of it.”

“The shipping cost covered the straps and crate, so feel free to keep them,” he told her.

“Thanks,” Maggie told him, “see you there in a few hours!”

Maggie went back to the storage area and rolled the door shut and locked it. Grabbing her purse she hustled out to the parking lot and got in her car. She was sure she could beat the truck to her friend Paula’s plastics factory.

She sent Paula the rest of the pictures of the crate, the straps, the sarcophagus and a message “So horny! On my way there!”

Upgrades

Maggie hopped in her car and drove over to the Fantastic Plastic factory to meet her friend Paula. With traffic and other issues, it took nearly two and a half hours to get there and parked. She met Paula in the main lobby and signed in as a guest for the day. As it was rather late on a Friday afternoon before a holiday weekend, the place was mostly empty, only the staff that needed to be there were still there.

Paula took her on a quick tour of the facilities and then ushered her into her private laboratory.

“Here’s the Beast!” she proudly waved at a large glassed area, with all kinds of equipment, arms, wires, cables, and nozzles inside, and an extensive computer console just outside the glass.

“That’s where you printed it?” Maggie asked her friend.

“Yes, it’s the largest 3-D printer by internal area. We can print any object that fits inside a 4 foot by 8 foot by 4 foot area,” Paula proudly explained. “Plus it’s a fast prototyper, which means multiple nozzles working in conjunction. Cutting down on how long even an object that big took to print.”

Maggie asked “How long did it take to print the sarcophagus?”

“Just under 24 hours!” Paula bragged to her friend.

“That is truly amazing,” Maggie complimented. “How difficult is it to make changes once you have a working model?”

“The computer has a huge library of shapes stored in memory.” Paula logged into the PC and called up the plans for the sarcophagus. “For example that tube we added for Phil’s parts to fit into was in the library, I just had to add measurements to set the scale, rotate it, and add it to the correct location in the plans, and of course indicate it was a negative or empty space.”

“Just, she says” Maggie complimented her friend “You make it sound easy.”

“Once you’ve done it a couple of dozen times, it gets easier.” Paula smiled at the compliment.

“When I was placing Phil inside the case, I had a few ideas,” Maggie mentioned.

“Version 2 already?” Paula asked.

“I’m not saying we make it already,” Maggie hastened to add. “But if we ever do make a second one, I have ideas.”

Paula asked intrigued. “I don’t think we could make it any more inescapable, what did you have in mind?”

“More about the experience once he is inside,” Maggie told her.

Paula waited for her to continue.

“So if we want to keep Phil in there for longer than say 24 hours, we’ll need some way to feed him and remove waste,” Maggie explained. “Also I thought it would be fun to be able to talk to him.”

“Talk with him, or just talk to him?” Paula clarified.

“I was thinking of placing bluetooth speakers near the ears…?” she trailed off wondering if Paula had a better idea.

“Easy enough,” Paula made a few clicks in the computer interface, on the screen a wireframe headset appeared. Paula grabbed it with her mouse, dragged it over the “head” of the hollow space. Now the scanned body looked like it was wearing a set of earphones. A few more clicks and it changed from a positive wireframe to a negative space merged with the larger negative space of Phil’s body scan. “Tah-dah”.

“Wow, you just happened to have that ready to go?” Maggie was impressed.

Paula admitted “Those are actually my personal headphones.” she pointed at her desk where the bright pink headphones were sitting. “It was a test scan for a different project.”

“I wish I knew it was that easy,” Maggie clapped at her friend's ability. “I would have thought up a whole bunch of changes to make.”

Paula looked over at her friend “Like what?”

“Well there are sex toys that could milk Phil’s cock remotely and indirectly act as an external catheter,” Maggie suggested casually.

Paula smiled. “You know we could program in a channel to run a power cord to keep it charged, and another channel for tubing to run the liquids collected to a holding tank in the base.”

Maggie nodded along with her friend “So then there’s just the more solid waste. A nozzle to deliver an enema and flush out the waste, also into the holding tank in the base?”

Paula started clicking on her keyboard, shapes and designs appeared, and were merged into the main design. “So we can create a hidden hatch at one end, inside we’ll put three nozzles. A large one for waste disposal, a mid-size one for the enema water, and then a dedicated nozzle to fill a tank with fluids for Phil to stay hydrated.” Since everything below Phil’s body shape is hollow we can fill that space with the three tanks.”

As Paula was explaining, her fingers flew over the keyboard. Nozzles, plumbing, an indented area to hide the nozzles behind a hidden panel at the foot of the sarcophagus.

“Now if you can get me a clear image online for that milking device you were describing, and if they have a powered enema nozzle too. We can run wiring down and out the same hatch as the tank drains and fill points.” Paula was enthusiastic .

Using her personal phone Maggie went to a bookmarked website she liked to shop for sex toys. Within minutes she had found the remembered milking device with liquid detecting and suction options. A powered enema nozzle, that would pump water into a person, close all the valves for a set time and then open the drain valve and apply suction. Both of those were controllable by bluetooth phone apps. In addition she found a bite valve gag. It was rather realistically penis shaped, but by sucking on it, the wearer would receive liquids on demand.

She sent the links to Paula’s email address and soon enough Paula had extrapolated 3-D images of the devices using a combination of the advertising photos and the specifications listed to determine the correct scale. WIth a certain amount of glee she replaced the plain “tube” over Phil’s penis with a negative space shaped to hold the milking device in the proper position. She repeated the process with the powered enema device properly positioned to insert into Phil’s ass.

“Wow, that’s a pretty graphic gag, you sure you want to inflict that on Phil?” Paula paused looking it over.

Maggie nodded “It will take some sucking, but it will keep him hydrated, we can even add some electrolytes and flavoring to the water.”

“He’s your Pet.” Paula nodded and added space for the gag, and the tubing needed. “See I can run the tubing down through one of the locking pegs, by using an inset joint between the top and bottom. Also the same with the milking device and waste disposal connections.”

Maggie nodded at her friend marveling at how fast all the changes were being added to the Sarcophagus.

Paula checked a few things, saved the file and turned to Maggie. “So if we order those items using fast delivery, and I hit the print button right now, we can have Phil try out Version 2 by this time tomorrow.”

Just then a phone rang and Paula picked it up “Printing lab, Paula speaking.”

Delivery

She listened for a moment, “Yes, I am expecting a large crate.” She winked at Maggie. “Please uncrate it on the dock and deliver the contents to the experimental printing lab. Thank you.”

Maggie gasped when Paula told them to uncrate it. “Aren’t you worried they’ll suspect something?” She asked.

“No, we get all kinds of things shipped here,” Paula reassured her. “Plus I don’t have the equipment necessary to uncrate it and move it up here. “

Maggie still looked worried. “If you are sure.”

“Who do you think shipped it to that warehouse last week anyway?” Paula asked in a reasonable tone. “I didn’t strap it to my roof rack and drive it over.” She chuckled at her own joke.

Maggie chuckled too. “ No, I suppose not. Besides I’m sure Phil will just be happy to get out of there.”

Paula gave Maggie a look “Will he?”

“What do you mean?” Maggie asked.

“Well if you order those toys and I hit this print command right here…” Paula’s hand hovered over the keyboard. “Then in a very short time Phil could be trying out the new and improved sarcophagus.”

Maggie looked worried “You said it would take about 24 hours, plus the four he’s already been in there. That’s a long time.”

“Yes, that’s a long time.” Paula’s voice took on a sweet tone “ But really he can’t exactly tell time in there. Plus this is a three day weekend…” Paula’s voice trailed off suggestively.

“Trapped for three days. Completely utterly controlled, inescapably trapped.” Maggie was practically moaning as she said the last words.

Paula added “Bonus, we’ll know it and he’ll know it. We can talk to him over the headphones. We can remotely trigger the milker. We can give him an enema on command. We will control his body and all its functions.”

Just then there was a knock on the double doors leading into the lab. A voice called out “Special Delivery for Paula”.

“Hi Mike! Thanks for bringing it up here,” Paula told him. “Meet my friend Maggie, she’s visiting the lab.”

Mike nodded at Maggie in hello.

“Can you wheel it in front of the couch? Thanks.” Paula indicated a battered old sofa along one wall with a coffee table in front of it, obviously a small area to take breaks while waiting for printer results.

Mike used the powered handcart and skillfully moved the black sarcophagus to the indicated spot. Then lowered it to the floor still strapped to the base of the crate the shipping company had built around it.

“Do you need any help unstrapping it?” He asked Paula.

“No, we can handle it from here,” she told him.

Soon Mike left and Paula locked the double doors behind him.

Turning to Maggie she said “Your pictures don’t do it justice. Knowing your friend is right now inside my creation, then strapped down to this baseboard… Talk about powerless.”

Maggie nodded her head, ran her hands over the outside of the sarcophagus and then flopped backwards onto the sofa.

Paula draped herself over the lid of the sarcophagus. “I wish this was version two so we could tell him what his situation is. Being stuck makes him hornier right?”

Maggie nodded and added “Oh yes, If I know Phil, right now he is frantic to cum. He’s going to love version two.”

Paula wandered over to the console and said to Maggie “Order the toys, I’ll hit print. We’ll keep him in there just till everyone has gone home for tonight, then let him out, use him repeatedly. Then tomorrow night we’ll lock him up for the rest of the weekend. Deal?”

“Deal.” Maggie pressed expedited shipping on the toys and changed her default address to the Fantastic Plastics Factory address.

The moment Maggie said “deal”, Paula pushed the start button and the devices in the glass cube started doing their prechecks. It was an impressive mechanical dance and they both sat on the sofa together looking over the top of the black sarcophagus as the device started printing version two. It was surprisingly quiet, the thick glass walls absorbed much of the machinery noise.

Maggie turned to Paula, “How long do we have to wait?”

Paula smiled “In a hurry?”

“Hey I’ve been horny since I locked him in there!” Maggie pouted in mock anger. “A girl has needs!”

“Well I think it’s probably safe by now, let’s get him out of there and milk him dry the old fashioned way.” Paula stood up and approached the sarcophagus.

Maggie asked, “Remember the unlock sequence?”

“I should, I designed it,” Paula snorted.

Paula’s hands flew over the lid, tugging, poking, pushing, sliding the symbols on the lid. Maggie could distinctly hear the clicks as the locks disengaged and released the locking pins. Paula was certainly faster at it then Maggie, as the 12th lock clicked Maggie stood up to help her friend lift the lid.

The lid and base slowly separated as they pulled up. They paused as they distinctly heard a whimper from inside.

“You okay Phil?” Maggie asked.

Phil called out from inside “Oh it’s you, thank goodness. Just go slowly please. I seem to be slightly stuck”.

Paula smiled at Maggie, Maggie chuckled.

“Poor Phil” she whispered to Paula as they both gently pulled up on the lid.

More whimpering could be heard and then a relieved sigh. “Okay I’m out of the lid, go ahead and open it.”

As the lid swung fully open both ladies looked down on a very swollen cock with an angry red head.

“I was worried it wouldn’t pull out.” Phil admitted as he attempted to unseal himself from the bottom half of the sarcophagus. “Once I got stuck, it just kept getting harder and harder and more and more stuck.”

He swung his legs outside the sarcophagus and flopped onto the nearby sofa.

“I know we didn’t discuss any time lines, but I was beginning to wonder when you were letting me out.”

The women left the lid open and turned to Phil.

“Luckily all the precum I’ve been dripping for the last 4 hours lubed me up enough to let you open the lid and pop me free.” Phil seemed to need to talk and the words poured out of him.

Maggie spoke up “So you ready for a ride?”

“Desperate for a ride!” Phil lay back on the sofa, his erect cock still bright red and pulsing.

Maggie threw her legs over his hips and slowly guided him inside her. At least she started slowly, about half way down his shaft she just dropped and let him plunge inside her. Then she set a frantic pace, riding, riding, slipping his shaft in and out, over and over. She wanted to orgasm, she’d waited all afternoon and she wasn’t waiting any longer.

She started panting, gasping, her insides squirmed around his shaft. She could feel the payoff building inside her. She let go, the orgasm washed over her body. She continued to pump up and down his shaft, until Paula commented “Let me have a turn before he pops!”

Reluctantly Maggie slowed to a stop and climbed off Phil. She took a seat nearby and watched as her friend Paula climbed on her friend Phil. As they merged and started moving in and out together, she dipped her fingers into her already dripping pussy to trigger another round of pleasure for herself.

Paula wasted no time and was soon pumping up and down on Phil as fast as she could go. They were both panting and thrusting for all they were worth. This time Phil came first, but Paula was almost immediately after. His orgasm triggering hers, Maggie watched them both and gave herself a bonus orgasm.

Paula collapsed onto Phil and lay there panting. Barely room to lay side by side on the old sofa. Maggie joined them by laying down near Phil’s legs, careful not to lay on his cock. The three friends lay there, enjoying the post orgasmic glow.

“So that was intense.” Phil commented out loud

“Very intense,” Maggie replied.

“Very enjoyable,” Paula added “So what was it like in there?”

“Completely, utterly stuck.” Paul answered “Knowing that there was absolutely nothing I could do to escape. Then it started to move! No one told me I was going to be moved!”

Maggie chuckled, “Surprise!”

Paula started giggling “Sorry Phil, but I’m just imagining you stuck in the box and suddenly it shifts and you had no idea what was going on.”

“Yeah, hilarious.” Phil said in a snarky voice.

“Don’t worry Phil, next time we’ll be able to tell you what’s going on,” Paula commented.

“Next time?” Phil asked with a hint of worry in his voice.

Maggie spoke up, “While you were in transit Phil, we designed a new and improved model.”

“Improved how?” Phil’s voice definitely had more than a hint of worry in it now.

Maggie replied enthusiastically, “My first improvement was to wire you for sound, so we can talk to you.”

“That’s nice,” Phil said drily.

“Plus some options for longer term storage,” Paula jumped in.

“Options?” Phil’s voice climbed a little higher.”How long term?”

“Well as you can imagine,” Paula explained “Hydration and then disposal of wastes are the big issues.”

Maggie quietly added, “No longer than a few days.”

“Days?” Phil seemed slightly shocked by the idea.

“Don’t worry,” Paula told him “We’d have to have you out by Monday night at the latest. Before people come to work Tuesday.”

“You want to lock me in there from now till Monday night?” Phil asked quietly.

“No, no,” Maggie told him “The new one won’t even be ready till tomorrow evening.”

“So Saturday night through Monday night.” Phil paused doing the math “48 hours locked in the sarcophagus?”

“When you say it like that it seems like a very long time,” Paula remarked “Say 2 days, 2 sounds better then 48.”

Phil gave her a look. An “OMG! You did not just say that” look.

“Any other improvements I should be aware of?” Phil inquired.

“Waste disposal, hydration, sound,” Maggie checked off items on her fingers. “Still inescapably stuck,” she added.

Paula spoke up, “I forgot to tell you Maggie I also improved the inescapable.”

“How so?” Maggie asked curiously.

“I added more locking pegs between the top and base. And more triggers on the lid to unlock them. Plus I loved your idea of making some of them sequential, so I incorporated that,” Paula told her.

“Your idea Maggie?” Phil commented.

“You know how she told you they had to be opened in the correct order?” Paula asked Phil.

“Yes…” He answered.

“Well that wasn’t true for the first version, but I did add it to this version,” Paula said proudly. “It doesn’t lock permanently or anything like that, but you do have to reset and try from step one every time you make a mistake and now there are 18 locking pieces.”

Phil was almost afraid to ask, but something compelled him “Any other improvements?”

“The anti-tamper seam is now twice as deep, and a double ridge all the way around the edges. But really that is very minor,” Paula answered him.

“So if the locking mechanism were to fail, there are now 18 locking pegs and you’ve improved the anti-tamper ridge so they can't be cut from the outside?” Phil pondered.

“Exactly,” Paula proudly confirmed. “Talk about being completely stuck and dependent on us.”

Maggie asked, “Does this scare you or make you super horny Phil?”

“Both,” Phil answered honestly.

Paula commented “ I have a blanket around here somewhere, we should rest up for tomorrow.”

Phil and Maggie agreed and they arranged themselves as comfortably as possible on the sofa. Pulled Paula’s blanket over the pile of naked bodies and soon drifted off asleep to the gentle hum of the 3-D printer as it worked tirelessly through the night.

Special Delivery

Paula’s lab phone woke all of them up. Paula untangled herself from the pile and raced to the phone.

“Printer Lab, Paula speaking,” she said in her most professional voice standing there naked.

“Expedited Delivery? Yes I am expecting a package,” Paula told the caller “Can you deliver it around back, I’ll meet you at the double doors. Thank you.”

“Quick, help me find my clothes! Your package is here Maggie,” she told the others.

Phil gathered up the pile of discarded clothes and dumped them on the work table near Paula. “These have to be yours and Maggie’s, mine are in a warehouse across town.”

Paula pulled out her leggings, tshirt, lab coat and sandals and hurriedly dressed. “They won’t wait forever, you two should stay here.”

Paula hurried off to collect the special delivery at the rear loading dock.

Phil asked Maggie, “What package?”

Maggie explained “ Paula couldn’t print everything we needed for the version two, so I ordered a few accessories online and had them shipped express here.”

“These are the accessories to let you keep me locked up for days?” Phil asked her.

“That is the plan, yes,” Maggie agreed.

Phil nodded. “Do you think it’s safe Maggie?”

“It’s the same body shape as the first one, just with some new features added,” Maggie replied “So yes, I’m pretty sure it’s safe.”

“Okay, and locking me in this new and improved version is something you want me to agree to?” Phil asked his friend, “It will be fun for you?”

Maggie responded “Phil, you have no idea how horny locking you in the first one made me. When those pegs slotted home and I reset the locks. I was dripping wet thinking of you being helpless in there and completely under my control.”

“I’m glad my extreme bondage fetish gets both of us off,” Phil chuckled as he responded.

“Just thinking about version two has me wet,” Maggie admitted.

“Tell me again how stuck I’ll be in the new one,” Phil asked as he took her hand and led her back to the old sofa. “We have a few hours to kill before everything is ready right?”

Maggie smiled as they settled on the sofa and she told Phil “When we close the lid on the new version, it’ll be just as tight and body shaped as version one, but with the new features installed you’ll know we can keep you in there as long as we want.”

Phil’s cock was rising as she told him his future fate.

Maggie continued explaining as she gripped his firming cock in her right hand and squeezed.

“When that lid seals shut Phil and you hear those 18 locking latches engage, you’ll know that you are stuck beyond any hope of rescue. You’ll know we are keeping you in there for at least forty…eight…hours.” Maggie purposefully dragged out the number of hours as she squeezed his now rock hard cock.

“At least 48 hours?” Phil commented, gasping slightly as she squeezed his manhood.

“At least,” Maggie told him “Maybe longer, much longer.” She threw her legs over his hips and settled him inside her. Slowly rocking her own hips once she was fully seated.

“How long Maggie?” Phil asked in between thrusts.

“Hours? Days? Weeks?” as she named off potential times, she slid up and down his shaft. “It all depends on how badly I want to ride you again. So I recommend you make this ride one I’ll remember. “

Phil smiled up at her, “One memorable ride coming up.” he chuckled at the word play and thrust as deep as he could at the words “coming up”.

She gasped as he thrust exceptionally deep “Puns add time to your stay.” she warned him. “But thrusting like that I’ll want to remember and do it again.”

“You know I stayed hard inside there the whole time, from when you closed the lid to when you opened it.” Phil commented as she rode him. “I found the situation very…stimulating.”

Maggie commented “Good to know, now shut up and fuck me.”

Phil increased his pace and stayed quiet as he rammed into her over and over. Her gasps of pleasure encouraged him to thrust harder and faster. He felt her body start to shudder and her moaning increasing. He felt his own body responding to her cresting responses. Her body shuddered as she came, Phil somehow increased his pace slightly and managed to trigger his own orgasm. Her body clenched at his shaft, his cock responded by squirting more cum, eventually the clenching and squirting slowed down and they both lay gasping on the sofa, catching their breath from the strenuous activity.

Suddenly they heard applause and realized that Paula had returned sometime during their sexual encounter.

“An excellent performance,” Paula complimented them “What brought this on?”

Phil looked over to her and explained “We were talking about locking me in the new sarcophagus, and how horny locking me in the first one made both of us. Then things just followed.”

“Good to know you’re all excited to test it out,” Paula smiled at them both. “I’ve checked on the printer's status and there is still an estimated 10 hours of printing time left to go.“

Maggie stretched and sat up, “Wow we really slept in this morning.”

“Yes, I think last night's events exhausted us,” Paula commented.

“They deliver everything you wanted?” Phil asked.

“Yes,” Paula told him. “But no peeking for you, why don’t you go use the restroom and clean up.”

“I’d love to,” Phil replied “Ummm…where is it?”

“Go out those doors to the main hall, turn left and the restrooms are on your left,” Paula told him.

“Like this? Naked?” Phil asked.

“Yes,” Paula reassured him “There’s no one here on the holiday weekend. It’s only 25 feet of hallway. Don’t be chicken.”

“Chicken?” Phil retorted “I’m letting you two maniacs lock me in an inescapable box for sexual jollies and you call me a chicken?”

Phil after glancing out the door to the hallway, strode off to use the restroom and clean up.

“I thought he’d never leave,” Paula said to Maggie once he left.

Maggie jumped off the sofa “Open the box, let’s see the toys!”

Paula had already grabbed a pair of scissors and was cutting the tape on top.

Maggie commented “Just so we are on the same page. We are purposefully not telling Phil all the functions of these devices?”

Paula smiled at her friend, “I thought that’s what we were doing, or rather not doing.”

“A nice little surprise for our friend a few hours into his bondage is my thinking,” Maggie smiled back.

They opened the medium sized box and saw three smaller boxes inside. The inside boxes were clearly labeled as to their contents. A bluetooth enabled cock milking device “Guaranteed to make your partner cum” it was proudly labeled. A bluetooth controlled powered enema nozzle. Both of them used USB rechargeable batteries. Then a penis gag with a connected hose and built-in bite valve. “Teach your partner how to suck up every last drop” was the advertising on the package.

“Don’t let Phil see that slogan,” Paula said as she put the gag back inside the larger box.

Maggie snorted, “I’ll never get him to wear it if he sees that!”

Paula put the larger unlabeled box under her workspace out of casual sight.

When Phil returned he didn’t even ask about the package, instead asking Paula “Is there any food in this place, I’m starving!”

Lunch Break

“There’s a small cafe a few hallways over,” Paula said. “Maggie, why don’t you get dressed and help me bring back food for Phil?”

Paula turned to Phil, “I’m assuming you don’t want to wander around the place completely naked.”

“Why not?” Phil asked “It was okay for me to go to the restroom.”

“Because, this hallway doesn’t have any cameras, Phil,” Paula told him. “Unlike the main hallway and the cafeteria. I can explain a fully clothed Maggie as a guest. But a naked Phil would be a little more difficult.”

Phil flopped down on the sofa and pulled the blanket over his lap. “Fine. Bring me back a cup of noodles or something, chicken flavored please. Maybe a diet coke? Thanks.”

Maggie got dressed and the two ladies headed down the hall to visit the restrooms first, then wandered over to the small cafeteria.

Paula asked Maggie “Phil won’t get into trouble on his own will he?”

“I’d bet money he will,” Maggie smiled as she replied.

“He wouldn't touch any of the equipment would he?” Paula worried out loud.

Maggie reassured her “No, nothing like that. He wouldn’t want to ruin the new sarcophagus.”

“So what could he get into trouble with?” Paula asked

“He might go looking for that package and figure out what we have planned for him later. Of course he’s very fond of surprises and I’m sure he’s noticed we aren’t giving him any details.” Maggie mused for a few minutes. “I know!”

Paula waited quietly for her friend to tell her.

Maggie, a bit miffed, when Paula didn’t ask her “what?” instead said, “I’ll bet you I know exactly what he will do.”

“You can’t possibly know that,” Paula responded “You are just making an educated guess.”

“Then make me a bet,” Maggie said smugly.

By then the two ladies had reached the small cafeteria and went inside. There was a variety of prepackaged and shelf stable snacks and quick meals, a handful of refrigerators with free drinks and microwaves to heat the food. They selected a few items and sat down at one of the tables, waiting for their dinners to beep.

“Okay, what is the bet?” Paula said as they waited.

“I’ll bet you…” Maggie paused “I’ll bet you the winner gets to tie up the loser the next time Phil’s locked away.”

“So if you can correctly guess what trouble Phil is getting into right this minute, you’ll get to tie me up and have your way with me once Phil’s locked in the sarcophagus?” Paula clarified Maggie’s bet.

“Yes,” Maggie agreed. “If I don’t correctly guess you can tie me up once Phil’s locked away.”

“Okay, it’s a bet,” Paula agreed “But you have to guess correctly, no sorta close, but not really accurate guesses.”

Maggie said “I’ll guess exactly. So we agree?” she held out her hand for Paula to shake and seal the bet.

Paula stood up as their dinners beeped in the microwaves. “Okay let’s hurry back and see what trouble Phil got into.”

“There’s no rush, sit down and eat,” Maggie told her.

“So you are going to tell me something like ‘he didn’t get into any trouble’?” Paula said.

“Oh no, he definitely is getting into trouble,” Maggie said as they both sat down to eat their dinners. “It’s just too late to stop him and he can wait till we eat.”

“Are you going to tell me what your guess is?” Paula asked as she too ate her food. “Or is this some sort of delay?”

“I can guarantee Phil is not going anywhere by now,” Maggie said in between bites.

Paula stared at her friend for a minute. “Oh you don’t think he’d do that, do you?”

“I’m betting on it,” Maggie chuckled, “Phil is right this minute or maybe several minutes ago, locking himself back in the first sarcophagus.”

Paula paused her eating “That kinky bastard. Assuming you are correct of course.”

“What else would he be doing all alone in that room without us there?” Maggie asked with a raised eyebrow. “Not only that, but you guessed the same thing after I hinted.”

Paula couldn’t help but laugh, her intuition told her Maggie was probably correct.

“The only real guess I have is,” Maggie told Paula “Did he jump in there the moment he was sure we left or wait five whole minutes?”

“So I take it we are going to eat slowly and walk back even slower?” Paula commented.

“Oh yes, he locked himself in there, he can wait till we are good and ready to return,” Maggie agreed.

They finished eating slowly, chit chatting about other topics and taking their time. As they cleaned up after themselves and grabbed Phil a Diet Coke and a cup of noodles, they got ready to go back to the lab.

“You know Paula, remember when you were saying we should just keep him in the first sarcophagus till the second one was ready?” Maggie said as they left.

“Yes? Did you change your mind about that?” Paula let some excitement creep into her voice. “You know it’s still about 8 hours away, give or take 30 minutes.”

“Not so much changed my mind, as allowed Phil to decide for himself,” Maggie nodded to her friend “It was his choice to climb back in, he had no expectation of when we’d let him out again.”

By this time they had covered the short distance back to the lab. They entered together to find the room empty. The lid on the first sarcophagus version shut, which was not how they had left it previously.

Maggie gave Paula a knowing smile, pointing at the closed sarcophagus lid. Outloud she said “Oh no, where could Phil be?”

They had never asked Phil if he could hear inside the sarcophagus.

Paula pointed to her own ears and shook her head no.

Even though they were both positive he couldn’t hear them, they both tip-toed over to the sarcophagus and working together reset all the locking latches, the cascade of clicks sounding loudly in the nearly silent lab.

By now Phil must have realized they had figured out where he was and he was once again locked inside.

“Okay where’s your rope?” Maggie asked Paula

Paula feigned ignorance “What rope?”

“Don’t even pretend you are not into bondage same as all of us, where’s your supply?” Maggie asked firmly. “I won the bet, Phil’s locked up, you are getting tied up.”

Paula protested, “He’s not locked in the new sarcophagus! “

“I never said the new one, just that he would have locked himself up by the time we got back.” Maggie started looking through cabinets and drawers for supplies to tie up her friend.

Suddenly she noticed the small pile of ratchet straps from when they shipped the sarcophagus to the lab.

“I have an idea.” Maggie pointed to the straps.

Paula looked where her friend was pointing “I’m either going to love this or hate it, maybe both.”

Maggie grabbed the large blanket off the sofa, and folded it in half and in half again, leaving it unfolded in length. Making a sort of thick pad of sorts. She placed it on top of the black sarcophagus and hooked the ends of the orange straps all down one side of the sarcophagus.

She looked at Paula and patted the folded blanket “Up you go, naked please.”

Paula slowly stripped off her clothes and piled them neatly on the sofa. Not stalling but not rushing.

Reluctantly she hopped up on top of the sarcophagus and laid down on the folded blanket.

Maggie tossed the strap ends over her friend's naked body. She had been impressed by the shipping company's thoroughness when they had strapped the sarcophagus to the baseboard for shipping. But now seeing those same straps crossing Paula’s naked flesh, the straps somehow looked much wider and covered so much of her flesh.

“Arms at your sides, tucked in tight,” Maggie instructed as she fastened the ratcheting ends on the other side of the mummy case to the d-rings mounted there. She pulled the ends tight, not using the ratchets yet. Making sure they were placed where she wanted them. She wanted Paula secured but important parts accessible. With a dozen d-rings to choose from and ten straps available, she moved the straps around to her satisfaction.

Eventually she had everything just the way she wanted “Ready?” she asked Paula rhetorically.

Each strap was given a single ratchet pull to tighten them. Maggie “snapped” the straps to make sure they were tight but not cutting into her friend's body.

Paula gave out a moan.

Maggie smiled down at her. “Knowing Phil is locked inside right under you, and now you are strapped down on top of him, well let’s just say I am really enjoying this scenario.”

“Now what should we do till that second sarcophagus is ready?” Maggie purred.

Meanwhile Inside

Phil mentally reviewed recent events as the sudden cascade of clicks indicated the girls had locked him inside the case.

He had not really intended to be locked back up again. He had watched as the ladies had gone off in search of dinner. He stood up and stretched, wandered over to the giant glass cube to watch the industrial 3-D printer working away at the new version. He was unsure how to judge progress, but to his eyes it looked 75% done? The screensaver on the monitor was a countdown clock, “Estimated time to completion 8 hours 23 minutes”. While it was fascinating to watch it was also a lot of the same thing over and over, noozles moving, layers building up, over and over again.

He grew bored and wandered over to the workbench, nothing terribly interesting there. He flopped back down on the sofa and stared at the original sarcophagus. The open lid seemed to say “Welcome, come on in.”.

Phil wondered , “If I climbed in and closed the lid, but no one closed the latches to lock it shut, could the person inside open it?”

He shook his head, no, what if he got stuck in there?

“Try me…” the open lid teased Phil.

“But then I might be stuck!” Phil argued with himself.

“You like being stuck,” a part of Phil replied.

Another internal voice spoke up “The girls will be back soon, they’ll see the lid closed and you are missing and figure it out.”

“Okay, but I’m only going to try it out to see if I can open it from inside. Five minutes max and right back out again,” Phil bargained with his internal urges.

“Liar,” a voice whispered quietly.

“Hush,” he told himself as he walked over to it.

He laid down in the perfectly shaped cutout for his lower body. Wiggling himself into position, he closed his eyes and pictured his friend closing him in again. How helpless he had felt as the lid had slotted home and he heard the loud clicks as she snapped the latches back into position. It really was utterly escape proof from inside once locked, but was it escape proof just being shut?

Opening his eyes he reached up with his arm farthest from the hinges and grabbed the nearest locking peg. It was a stretch but he managed to start the lid moving closed. He made sure he was properly seated in the base and held the lid open with that arm. The timing on this would have to be perfect, he thought to himself. I need to position my arm in such a way that as I lower the lid it’s in the correct position to match the hollow space.

How to juggle this safely he thought.

He raised his knee on the outside edge to support the lid for a moment. Using that outside arm in conjunction with slowly lowering the lid with his knee, he managed to get his cock started into the tube designed to hold it upright. Then using his arm he supported the lid and lowered his leg back into the groove designed for it. Now all he had to do was lower that arm slowly and slip it into the groove. It was a very awkward position, he had to use his shoulder muscles and support the lid using the back of his hand. While the lid wasn’t excessively heavy it was taking a toll on his muscles and the position didn’t allow him to bring larger muscles into use.

Phil took mental inventory, had he overlooked something obvious?

He relaxed his muscles and the lid shut rather more quickly than he expected. Luckily the last half inch or so created a pocket of air that had to escape slowly and that gave him a second or two to get properly positioned.

Phil congratulated himself on successfully closing himself into the sarcophagus without injury. Now I’m just going to relax and enjoy this feeling for a few minutes while my arm muscle recovers and then I’ll open it up again.

Phil breathed easily, sure that since the lid wasn’t actually locked he’d be able to push it open again. His mind turned to his earlier adventure locked inside, how it had made and kept him horny for nearly five hours straight. Thinking about how hard his cock had gotten was making his cock hard again. It was filling the tube again, he was careful not to thrust his hips that extra little bit that would lock his cock into the lid. He enjoyed the sensation of helplessness and horniness.

“Okay, that’s long enough,” he told himself, time to get out of here before the girls returned with dinner.

Phil told his arms to raise the lid. His pecs and shoulders strained to lift his arms, whether he wasn’t strong enough or the position just didn’t let him use his full strength was moot. The result was the lid was not moving. Okay, let me try my legs. He went to bend his knees and realized he couldn’t because his feet were trapped. Could he lift the lid flexing his hip muscles? He started to flex his hips and realized there was a good chance he’d pop his cock into the ridged trap built into the lid of the case.

He cursed himself for being a fool. “Easy to get into, impossible to get out of.”

He sat there in the pitch black dark, counting the minutes as they ticked by. “Where were the girls?” he asked himself over and over. What if security found them and kicked them out of the building for the weekend? Maybe they had slipped and fallen and had to go to the hospital. They didn’t even know he had put himself in the case again.

Time passed by very slowly, suddenly there was a cascade of clicking sounds. It was like all the locks had engaged in mere seconds. Phil startled at the sudden sound and the only room he had to flex was his hips and cock, forcing it past that ridge of plastic and he was stuck. He whimpered in frustration. Well at least I know the girls are back, who else would know how to lock the lid in place?

He had hoped they would open it to see if he was in there first and he could have begged his way out. But instead they had correctly guessed he had locked himself inside again and decided to lock the lid without opening it.

A little while later as Phil lay there horny, frustrated and hard, he heard something. On the lid? He wasn’t sure what, but he was sure something was happening outside his tiny world.

He wondered when they would let him out. He was worried it wouldn’t be soon, his biggest fear was it wouldn’t be till version 2 was ready. Last time he had looked at that countdown timer it had read 8 plus hours.

T-Minus 8 Hours and Counting

Maggie was very much a dominant person by nature. She did not like to be tied up, but she loved to watch her friends and partners squirm helplessly. She had known Phil, who loved extreme bondage, wouldn't be able to resist the siren call of the sarcophagus. It gave her a warm feeling in her tummy knowing she had guessed correctly and now he was by his own decision trapped till she let him out. Doubly so since she had strapped her female friend Paula to the lid of the sarcophagus Phil was stuck inside of. Now only Maggie had the power to let either one of them out of their bondage.

Being a dominant was really all about that control after all, complete and utter control over your willing partners. Speaking of control over a willing partner…

She turned her attention to Paula, she reached out and tweaked a nipple. Paula grunted and tried to move away, which only resulted in frustration as the straps were much too tight and plentiful to allow any movement.

Paula asked her “How long are you going to tease me like this?”

Maggie reached over to tweak her other nipple. “I’m in no rush. The only timeline I have is transferring Phil to the new sarcophagus when it’s ready, in…” She glanced over to the computer monitor “An estimated 7 hours and 47 minutes, from now.”

“You’d leave him locked in there for over 8 hours?” Paula gasped out the question as her nipple was played with.

“Are you really worried about him?” Maggie asked before putting her lips on the first nipple and playing with the other one with a free hand.

Paula moaned and squirmed in her bondage. “Aren’t you?” she managed to squeak out.

Maggie paused in her attack on Paula’s nipples and looked her in the eyes. “No. One, he did it voluntarily to himself this time, he knew the risks. And Two, I guarantee his cock is hard as a rock and he’s loving every second of it, while regretting his choice all at the same time.”

“Now is that all, or do I have to find something to gag you with?” Maggie asked rather pointedly.

Paula answered contritely “No more questions ma’am, thank you ma’am.”

Maggie smiled, “Now that’s the right attitude.”

She added “Besides we’ll move Phil to the new sarcophagus immediately, plug his cock into that remote milking device, and drain him dry before he can beg for mercy. Can you imagine what a load he’ll have after 8 hours in bondage?”

Maggie laughed her evil laugh and then returned to Paula’s helpless body. “Now where were we?”

Paula smiled, but then she started whimpering, then the moaning started soon after.

Maggie smiled inwardly as her friend's body responded to her attention. 30 minutes of attention, 30 minutes of not playing with her, rinse and repeat. After all she had hours to kill and nothing better to do. She doubted Paula would last more than a few hours before she was begging to orgasm. After a suitable time she’d grant her one, but Paula would discover that was temporary relief. That Maggie had no intention of stopping the cycle of teasing and then ignoring her friend for the next 7 plus hours.

“DING!”

Maggie was studiously ignoring Paula’s moans, being in one of the “off” cycles in her teasing. When the computer console made a very loud “Ding” noise and the screen started flashing “Printing finished”.

Maggie wandered over to her well strapped down friend and started loosening the straps.

“Playtime’s over,” she told Paula “Time to go back to work.”

Paula was a bit of a sweaty mess, with her own fluids dripping down her thighs and soaking into the folded blanket underneath her.

As soon as Maggie had removed the straps holding her down, she levered herself upright and stretched her arms above her head. Once Maggie had set her legs free she swung off the lid of the sarcophagus and using it as a brace attempted to stand on her legs. It took several moments before she felt they were supporting her. And she moved around the case carefully, supporting herself for several steps. Feeling more confident she managed to get to the computer console and clear the finished alert. She checked her readouts, looking for any error messages or issues the computer might have noted during printing. The printer reported a 99.9% successful print job.

Smiling, Paula turned to Maggie “All done and ready for its occupant.”

Maggie smiled back, but then started to frown. “ But how do we get it out here?”

Paula looked at the very large, very heavy sarcophagus resting in the center of the 3-D printer.

“Ummm, we don’t,” Paula answered, “ I doubt we could move it more than a few inches.”

“We’ll just have to drag Paul to it,” Maggie told her.

Paula looked doubtful “I don’t think he’s going to volunteer to climb into the new one right off the bat, will he?”

Maggie’s brow furrowed in thought.” We’ll have to bribe him with something.”

“I know we wanted to surprise him, but what about we tell him about the milker?” Paula suggested.

“So we tell him the new one will make him cum, once he’s locked inside,” Maggie nodded. “That might do it, let’s open the new one up and install the new toys. Before we let him out.”

Paula unlocked the door at the end of the 3-D printer's print area. Maggie grabbed the box of toys from under Paula’s workbench. They approached the newly created Sarcophagus.

“The top is more detailed?” Maggie asked Paula.

“Well I needed space to add in more locking latches. So most of the symbols have been reduced slightly in size and I’ve added some new ones,” Paula explained as they looked down at the shiny black plastic.

“So how does this one open?” Maggie ran her hands over the lid.

Paula looked at her cell phone, then explained to Maggie “Okay it’s slightly different then the old one, I scattered the six new latches randomly into the original 12 locks. Per your suggestion they are sequential. You have to do it right or start all over.”

Paula started the sequence going slowly this first time. Some of the latches were stiff at first. Paula told Maggie “The plastic printing process sometimes leaves some thin connectors between moving parts. So you have to force it the first time you open it. But not so forcefully you break anything.”

It took nearly 20 minutes but eventually two small handles popped out from the side of the lid on one side.

“Another improvement, easier to lift the lid with some handles.” Paula used the two handles and swung the lid up and over. “Plus they will automatically retract when we lock it back up.”

Maggie was impressed with all the new features her friend had designed into the second version.

Paula climbed up and kneeled on the base “Hand me the toys and I’ll plumb everything up.”

Maggie eagerly unboxed the milker first. Paula fed the tubing and the USB charging cord into the preprogrammed channels left hollow inside the lid and connected to one of the locking pegs.

“On my workbench, you’ll find a USB extension cord. I’ll need to run that from the bottom of this peg hole to the outside hatch.”

Maggie trotted over to the bench, happy to help Paula rig up the new device.

“This it?’ she asked, returning to her friend.

“Perfect,” Paula said and started feeding the cable into the preprogrammed receptacle.

“Okay, let's close the lid and make sure we get the expected hook ups,” Paula said as she climbed down.

Maggie reached up for one handle, while Paula grabbed the other.

Paula said “Okay stop before the pegs engage and then slowly.”

Maggie agreed and together they closed the lid, stopping about 2 inches before it was completely closed.

Paula nodded and very slowly they let the pegs slot into the holes and carefully let it settle. There was a moment where the air trapped inside had to escape slowly out the breathing area and the micro holes carved into the lid and then it settled with no resistance.

“Excellent,” Paula said and then immediately lifted it back up, confirming the connections unconnected properly as it raised back up. “A drop of glue here and there to make sure everything stays where we put it and it’s good to go.”

The two friends repeated the process with the enema nozzle and its power supply; luckily since that device was in the base of the sarcophagus it did not need any extensions to function properly.

“Okay we just need to fill the water tanks for drinking and flushing. I have a gallon water jug under my bench, we can start with that and then refill it in the restroom.” Paula waved over to the workbench as she was feeding the bite gag’s tubing into the channel and then out the bottom of a different locking peg than the previous plumbing.

“So two of the locking pegs are weaker than the rest?” Maggie asked Paula.

“Actually, probably stronger,” Paula told her. “I made the regular locking pegs hollow with a half inch thick wall. Which is plenty strong for the purpose of sealing the lid. The ones we just added with the plumbing and power channels built in are actually solid with a programmed in opening. So overall they have much more plastic in those pegs.”

Paula dabbed some glue here and there to make sure things stayed properly lined up and wouldn’t pop free accidentally as the lid opened and closed. While Maggie emptied the water jug into the drinking tank, refilled it several times and filled the enema tank. All of this work did take a little time, 45 minutes after the printing had finished, the new sarcophagus was fully plumbed and prepped for the occupant.

“Okay, other than having Phil climb in, we’ve tested this as much as we can,” Paula told Maggie.

“Agreed,” Maggie commented, “Time to open the old one. Phil’s been in there nearly nine hours at this point.”

“I’m going to pop around the restroom and clean myself up,” Paula informed her friend.

“No worries,” Maggie replied, “I’ll unlock the lid and then wait for you. That’ll drive him a little more crazy.”

Paula grabbed her clothes and headed off to the nearby restrooms.

Maggie left the new sarcophagus lid wide open and went over to the old one. Taking her time, she slowly unlocked the 12 latches

Phil, hearing this and counting the clicks, attempted to open the lid from the inside. Again his efforts were frustrated by the very limited leverage his position allowed him to exert.

Maggie watched the lid, halfway expecting Phil to manage to lift it. But apparently he was still trapped in its embrace just like when they found him nine hours ago.

She was tempted to tease him but knew he couldn’t hear as long as the lid was still shut.

Phil meanwhile wondered why they had unlocked the lid and had not opened it yet. He had distinctly counted 12 clicks and then nothing. Was there some sort of problem? Was the lid stuck somehow? All he could do was wait in the darkness and wonder.

15 minutes went by, 20 minutes, 25 minutes and then Paula returned finally.

Maggie looked over at the now dressed Paula “Ready?”

“Ready!” Paula agreed.

Freedom, short lived

Together they pushed up on the lid, again they could hear Phil whimpering and then sighing in relief as his cock popped free of its plastic prison in the lid.

Once the lid was fully open, he slowly opened his eyes squinting against the lights.

His first words were “Gotta pee, out of my way!”

He rolled himself onto his side and right over the lip of the base, using his arms to push himself upright. Unsteady after not moving for so long, it took a few steps before his muscles responded properly. But he made his way to the lab doors and out into the hallway in search of the restrooms.

Maggie and Paula looked at each other in mutual surprise.

“Well that was rather unexpected,” Paula said to Maggie.

Maggie replied, “ Well yes and no, I mean almost ten hours without a pee break is a long time.”

Paula made a non-commital noise “True, but did you see his cock?”

“Yes, it was difficult not to notice, engorged would be the word I’d use.” Maggie nodded her head.

“You don’t suppose he’s -Taking Care of his own Business- in there?” Paula asked, making air quotes in the middle of the sentence.

“No,” Maggie assured her, “Phil prefers to ride or be ridden over hand jobs. He has no reason to suspect we won’t take care of him like the last time.”

Paula looked doubtful for a moment, “You know him better than me, if you say so.”

Phil was gone a suspiciously long time, Paula kept looking at a wall clock in the lab and then back to Maggie.

Eventually Phil half staggered back into the room. “Sorry about that ladies. I had reached a point of no return on my bathroom needs about an hour ago.”

“All emptied out are we?” Maggie smiled.

“Yes,” Phil responded “If you mean toilet needs. If you mean sperm, I still have a ten hour back load.”

Phil looked at the two of them, raised an eyebrow and made an exaggerated “leer” in their direction.

“Any ideas how to take care of that problem ladies?” Phil asked.

“Oh we have a very good idea Phil,” Maggie told him.

Phil asked in mock surprise “You do?”

Maggie had moved to one side of Phil and taken his right arm. Paula joined her friend on Phil’s other side, taking his left arm in hers.

“Here let us help you,” Paula told Phil and gave Maggie a wink.

They steered him past the old sarcophagus, past the old sofa and led him into the 3-D printer area.

Paula made a gesture like a TV presenter and waved her hands over the new sarcophagus.

“Presenting the new and improved sarcophagus!” She gestured with a beaming smile.

Phil groaned “Really, I’ve only been out for like 10 minutes. I never had dinner and I need to drink something.”

Maggie gestured to the lid where the nozzle to the bite valve gag was hanging down.

“You are in luck, one of the many luxury features of the new version is a built-in water delivery system!” she announced with the same beaming smile as Paula.

Phil squinted at the silicon device hanging down where his mouth would be.

“Is that a penis?” he asked, a bit shocked. “You want me to bite down on a penis gag to get water?”

“It’s not a real penis Phil, don’t tell me you are insecure in your manhood?” Maggie gently teased.

“It has nothing to do with my manhood.” Phil protested “It’s just a rather large gag and I won’t be able to remove it once the lid is locked. What if I choke on it?”

Paula brightly said, “Only one way to find out, let’s take it for a test drive!”

Maggie nodded her head “Yes, let's!”

Phil groaned again, but didn’t resist as they spun him around and gently pushed him into the base.

“Almost forgot the headphones” Paula trotted over to her workbench and returned with the bluetooth headphones.

She put them on Phil’s head before he leaned back into the skull shaped depression in the base. The space left empty by the 3-D printer allowed Phil’s head with the headphones to slot into place perfectly.

Maggie smiled down at Phil “This way we can talk to you.”

Phil was holding his ass in the air with his legs bent. “Hey, is there something new you forgot to tell me about?”

Maggie mock slapped her forehead, “I almost forgot all about that, as you know we want to be able to keep you in there for longer time periods. As your recent run to the bathroom indicated, some sort of plumbing option is needed. But we should really have at least lubed it up for you. Paula, was there a small sample vial of lube in that package?”

“I think so Maggie, I’ll look,” Paula replied and again left the glass cube in search of the leftover packaging. She returned quickly with a single use plastic break open vial of lube.

Maggie lubed up the nozzle and had enough on her hands to rub into Phil’s bottom.

“There, all better.” Maggie looked at Phil.

“Easy for you to say,” Phil said as he slowly lowered himself onto the nozzle.

It was not particularly large and he soon had it properly inserted and allowed his body to sink into the lower half of the sarcophagus.

“Maybe you should lube up my front side too.” Phil suggested.

Maggie chuckled “Why not?” She reached out with her lubed hand and caressed his semi-rigid cock.

Phil gave a small moan of pleasure. “That feels nice after the ten hours you kept me locked up in the old case.”

His eyes closed in pleasure as Maggie squeezed and stroked him. With her free hand she waved at Paula to start closing the lid. Paula slowly lowered the lid until the gag was just outside Phil’s lips and his cock was about to enter the milking device they had glued into the lid. Maggie was squatted down alongside to see in between the lid and base and to make sure Phil’s now rigid cock entered the waiting receptacle.

“Phil?” Maggie said softly.

“Yes,” he replied in a dreamy voice.

“Open your mouth Phil,” she whispered.

Phil opened his eyes “Why…oh!” He exclaimed as he finally noticed the almost shut lid and the penis shaped gag hovering over his face.

He opened his mouth and Maggie let his cock go as Paula slowly continued to close the lid. Her last look showed the gag entering his mouth and his cock entering the device.

Testing the new model

She stood up as Paula let the lid go and the trapped air slowly released and the lid settled into place.

Paula asked, “Looking good?”

“Last I could see, a successful double penetration,” Maggie joked.

“Technically triple,” Paula smiled back.

“So let’s talk to Phil.” Maggie was suddenly eager to tell Phil her plans.

Paula held out her cell phone “I have the headphones paired to my phone and we installed the control apps on your phone. Just speak into mine like you are making a call.”

Maggie took Paula’s phone and held it up to her lips, “Hi Phil, comfy in there?”

Maggie was startled to hear two grunts in response to her question.

She turned to Paula. “He can talk back?”

Paula muted her phone “The headphones have a built-in microphone and the app allows for it, so yes he can grunt around the gag.”

Maggie unmuted the app and talked to Phil again, “So one grunt is no, two grunts is yes, okay Phil?”

Two grunts came from Phil.

“You said you were comfy in there, everything fits, no problems so far?” Maggie continued.

Two grunts answered her question.

Maggie was relieved and asked “Excellent, have you tried getting water out of the gag yet?”

One grunt this time.

“So you’ll have to squeeze the gag in your mouth and suck on it at the same time,” Maggie explained to Phil.

Phil grunted twice.

Maggie muted the phone and told Paula “It’s supposed to be a blow job training gag, but I’m not going to tell Phil that.”

Paula giggled “Maybe Phil will emerge with some new skills.”

“You are so naughty,” Maggie told her friend.

She unmuted the phone again “Were you able to get some water Phil?”

There was a pause then two grunts.

“Great, good work,” Maggie told him “Now let’s try a different feature, ready?”

Maggie activated an app on her phone and turned on the cock milking device.

Paula’s phone made a sound, not a grunt, more of a moan.

Paula commented, “I think Phil noticed the new toy.”

“Let’s turn it up to medium,” Maggie grinned as she changed settings.

Phil was definitely making noises around the gag.

Paula commented “I think he likes it.”

“We’ll let him simmer on medium for a while,” Maggie said as she put her phone down.

Paula reached out and muted the app on her phone.

“So that’s Phil taken care of till Sunday night. How are we going to entertain ourselves while he’s busy?” Maggie asked, giving Paula a curious look.

Layers

Paula smiled “I really enjoyed being strapped to the top of the sarcophagus, knowing Phil was trapped inside. You teasing and denying me over and over. There was only one problem.”

Maggie made a “go on” hand gesture.

“The Lid is rounded and very bumpy with all those designs built in,” Paula continued.

“Do you have a solution to the problem?” Maggie was intrigued.

“Actually I do have some ideas,” Paula admitted “While I was researching sarcophagus designs, I noticed that there were many types. Inner ones, outer ones, flat ones, rounded ones. The type we designed for Phil is an “inner, body shaped” one. Normally there would be several increasingly less detailed outer sarcophaguses that you’d place the inner one into. Right up till you had a giant square of granite weighing multiple tons as the outer tomb.”

Maggie chuckled “Phil would start crying if we told him we were placing him inside a giant granite tomb.”

Paula laughed at the image that conjured, then continued. “Nothing that ambitious. But a more stylized flat topped outer coffin that encloses Phil’s current location would be possible. There is still printing space available on the platform. Also I could build in some attachment points for you to attach a willing sacrifice to the lid.”

“So you’d print an outer case around Phil’s current case?” Maggie summarized.

Paula agreed “Essentially, yes.”

“How many of these layers of sarcophaguses do they typically have?” Maggie asked, honestly curious.

“Depending on their rank in society, a king might have as many as six inner cases and six outer crypts or tombs.” Paula wondered where Maggie was going with this.

“So two followup questions,” Maggie held up a finger “One, how thick do you need to make a 3-D printed object so it doesn’t collapse?”

Paula told her “Depending on various factors, somewhere in between a half inch to three quarters of an inch.”

Maggie held up a second finger. “Two, how much room is there on the platform remaining around Phil’s sarcophagus?”

“Oh that’s where you want to go.” Paula smiled. “Luckily the 3-D printer can tell me how many more cases I could put around Phil’s case.”

“Let’s assume an average thickness of five eighths of an inch, with a quarter inch gap between layers, and each case slowly morphing into a less complicated shape. Ending with an outer layer that’s flat topped and just vaguely man shaped…” Paula set up the parameters on her computer console and let it chew the numbers.

Maggie glanced over her shoulder and marveled as the computer stacked multiple virtual cases over Phil’s current home.

Paula peeled each one off and counted the shells. “One, two, three, four, and five. All I need to do is add tie downs along the sides of the outermost layer, and of course design in ventilation grates on all the heads and feet. We’ll need to blow air into the cases so fresh air is circulated, a simple box fan at one end will do the trick.”

“Yes, we want to keep Phil alive after all,” Maggie agreed and added “Speaking of Phil, we should check on his progress.”

Paula opened the communication app on her Phone and unmuted it. They both heard Phil moaning and breathing very heavily immediately.

“Phil, are you okay?” Maggie asked loudly

One grunt, then a bit of a pause and a second grunt.

“I’m going to translate that as ‘Mostly Okay’,” Maggie told him.

Phil grunted twice at that statement.

“I’ll bet you really want to cum by now?”

The two grunts were very rapid that time.

Maggie smiled at Paula “Time to reward Phil for his suffering,” she said as she touched the app on her phone. Turning the milker up to its highest setting.

Phil’s response was immediate, a very loud “mmmmMMMMMMM!” Could be heard by both ladies.

They both looked down at Paula’s phone and listened to Phil closely. The sound of heavy breathing and moaning was constant and increasing in speed, suddenly there was a very loud grunt of some kind. Maggie reached for her phone and dialed the milker down from its highest setting to barely on. Phil’s breath was less ragged and slowing down now. Maggie turned off most functions on the milker and left just a slight vacuum running to clean up any last minute squirts from Phil.

Paula asked Phil, “Was that good for you?”

Phil slowly grunted twice.

“I’ll bet you’d love to get out of there about now,” Paula teased with more than a hint of sarcasm.

Phil grunted twice rapidly.

Maggie looked at Paula “Don’t tease him, there’s at least 24 hours left to go.”

Maggie spoke into the app “As a matter of fact Phil, I have some news for you.”

“Did you know, some Egyptian royalty had as many as six sarcophaguses?” Maggie asked.

Phil grunted once.

“That doesn’t even count the various outer protective barriers, tombs and crypts,” Maggie told him.

Somehow Phil managed to grunt once “sadly”.

“I think you know where I’m going with this Phil,” Maggie said brightly. “After all, the more stuck you are, the hornier you get.”

Maggie continued “Paula has done some computer modeling and it appears we can safely add five new outer sarcophaguses to your existing one. Just print them right around you.”

Loudly Maggie asked Paula, loud enough for Phil to overhear the question “Paula, since we can just print them right around Phil’s current sarcophagus, we don’t have to program in a lid do we?”

Paula with a very wicked smile on her face answered just as loudly for Phil to hear “No, we can just print solid objects, no seams, no lids, no hinges, no way to open them.”

Both ladies heard a whimper from the phone.

“The good news, Phil,” Paula spoke clearly into the phone, “each of these outer sarcophaguses, since they are simple sealed shells, will only take an hour to print each one. In just 5 hours from now you’ll be sealed into six layers of sarcophaguses.”

Maggie piggybacked off Paula’s description.” Six layers of completely inescapable high strength plastic Phil. Each one will literally be formed around you as a single piece of unbreakable plastic. Can you imagine?”

Maggie muted the app before they heard any reply from Phil.

She turned to Paula and said “That’ll make his cock hard again in no time.”

Paula asked Maggie, “Should I start printing?”

“Yes” Maggie purred “The sooner we print those outer layers the sooner I get to tie you down to the last one.”

Paula clapped her hands in glee “Yay!” and she pressed the buttons necessary to start the process.

They both watched the arms move around and go through their start up process, then they started laying down the hot plastic all around the version 2 sarcophagus that Phil was locked into. They were both impressed with how quickly this shell was forming, since it was a simple “wall” going up around the existing sarcophagus. You could almost see it climbing higher with each pass of the nozzles.

“I wonder if Phil can hear the 3-D printer running?” Maggie asked Paula.

“We could ask him?” Paula asked in return.

Maggie thought for a moment “Let’s let him stew until the next layer starts, we’ll contact him then.”

Maggie stared at the three plastic printing nozzles as they chased each other around Phil’s sarcophagus.

“I wish Phil could see this happening, seeing himself being sealed away,” Maggie mused outloud quietly.

Paula told her friend “We are recording this, there are cameras inside the Printer box to record the 3-D printer.”

Maggie was surprised. “Who will see them? They’ll see us loading a naked Phil inside!”

“Calm down,” Paula told her “I’ve got this weekend's activities being stored on a private drive in the cloud.”

“That’s a relief,” Maggie said “But I meant I’d like Phil to see it live, as it happens.”

“We could make a version 2.5, just reprint the lid and make space for a small bluetooth enabled tablet,” Paula responded to the implied question.

“I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble, this must take a lot of resources!” Maggie protested at Paula’s generosity.

“That’s not a problem,” Paula reassured her “Management is aware we are researching potential alternate usages of existing technology to expand market share.”

Maggie gave her a quizzical look “What does that mean in English?”

Paula laughed “It means I’m working on sex toys, but management can’t authorize that directly. So they call it expanding markets.”

Maggie smiled in delight “So this is all authorized?”

“Exactly,” Paula smiled back. “I mean I can’t buy a new car and say it’s for the project, but any supplies or shipping that we need are covered.”

Maggie reached out to her phone “Well let’s do some testing and expand some markets then.”

“What did you have in mind Maggie?” Paula prompted her.

“We tested the hydration delivery system, we tested the liquid waste removal pump. Only one more thing to test on version 2, solid waste removal.”

Paula asked her “Should we tell Phil he’s about to get an enema?”

“Phil always tells me to surprise him,” Maggie started activating the control application on her phone “Let’s surprise him!”

Magie looked down at her phone, at the application that controlled the bluetooth enabled enema nozzle. She opened the input valve and turned on the water pump and set it to a half liter.

“Just a small one to start,” she told Paula.

“Wise” she told Maggie.

She checked the status on the application. It had filled Phil with a half liter of the clean water, then closed the valve and turned off the pump. A timer had started automatically and currently read 45 seconds, 46, 47, etc.

Maggie looked back into the 3-D primer and marveled at how high the new outer wall had already climbed.

“What’s the timer say on the new outer sarcophagus Paula?” she asked.

Paula checked the status. “Estimated time of finish, 20 minutes to go.”

Maggie returned to the enema control application. Three minutes had passed, she was waiting for five minutes to flush him out.

“So what do we do with the Mark One model?” Maggie asked Paula.

Paula explained “Shredder. We have a large industrial shredding device. It’ll chop it up into tiny pieces and we can recycle it and turn it back into a plastic source for the 3-D printer to use.”

“Sounds impressive,” Maggie remarked.

“It is, this plastic is very tough,” Paula told her “It needs a very powerful shredder. When you were telling Phil he’d be stuck inside an unbreakable plastic shell, you weren’t far off.”

“But I told you not to program in a lid!” Maggie gasped in surprise. “How will we get Phil out?!”

“Now you ask me?” Paula teased her “Don’t worry. We just need to pry them off the printer floor, and lift them straight up and off. They’ll weigh maybe 20 pounds each.”

Maggie looked relieved at Paula’s quick answer. “Thank goodness, I tell him he’s inescapably trapped, I don’t actually want him sealed away forever.”

Paula nodded her agreement. “Just enough to make him think he is.”

“Besides, I enjoy riding him way too much to seal him away forever,” Maggie said with a wicked smile. “Just sealed away long enough to make him desperate to be used.”

Maggie glanced at her phone and the enema clock app read seven minutes and 23 seconds.

“Whoops” she thought to herself, “got distracted there.”

Hurriedly she activated the draining function, first the removal valve was opened, then a steady suction applied. When it sensed no more material was passing through, it self activated the input nozzle with a flush of water and immediate drainage. It cycled through that three times and flashed the phone apps icon to indicate flush complete.

But Maggie wasn’t nearly done yet, she again activated the input nozzle and this time set it for three quarters of a liter of water. Again the nozzle filled Phil up with the clean water then closed, again the clock started.

This time Maggie didn’t let herself get distracted, she kept glancing at the timer and watching the printers progress. Paula was happy enough to keep quiet and not distract her friend.

At just a few seconds past five minutes, Maggie activated the drainage routine. Valves opened, suction was applied, additional water used to flush any remaining residues out.

“I think, one more time for luck,” Maggie said out loud.

“Three should be plenty,” Paula agreed, not sure Maggie had even been talking to her.

Maggie called up the app, set the parameters, this time for a full liter of water to be pumped into Phil.

Maggie set her timer to ten minutes this cycle. Confident that there wouldn’t be anything left inside Phil after three increasingly large enemas.

The women watched the 3-D arms and nozzles filling in the top of the newest sarcophagus. The hot plastic melted into a solid top, forming a shallow dome shape over the inner sarcophagus.

The computer console reported “Print job finished, layer 2. Commencing print job, layer 3, continue with standard feed plastic type 3”.

The tireless arms started a third foundation for yet another shell.

“Time to tell Phil he’s sealed away.” Paula handed her phone to Maggie, and said in a sinister voice “Forever… mwuhahahah.”

Maggie checked her own phone and saw Phil was nine minutes and a handful of seconds into his latest enema.

“Let me drain him first,” Maggie said and clicked the appropriate buttons on her phone. Valves were activated, water was flushed, wastes removed. The application reported all systems completed.

Maggie pressed the buttons to talk to Phil through the bluetooth headset.

Sealed Away?

“Hello in there. Just a status update from out here.” Maggie paused, choosing her words. “Now that we’ve tested the ability to drain you front and back, and keep you hydrated. We’ve continued with the Sealed Away portion of the event. Paula?”

Paula leaned over, “The printer has created a new outer sarcophagus with no seams, hinges, or lid around your current sarcophagus Phil. Plus it’s started on the next layer of unbreakable high tensile strength plastic. Did I mention one of the applications we are testing this material for is car panels and even bumpers, it’s so strong we could pound on it with sledgehammers all day and never dent it.”

“Seriously though Phil, you okay so far in there? All the devices working properly?” Maggie let some concern creep into her voice.

Phil grunted twice, firmly and clearly.

“Excellent!” Maggie’s voice switched gears to what she thought of as her evil mistress voice. “Because we couldn’t get you out of there even if we wanted to, in just a few hours there will be so much plastic custom printed around you it will take days to get you out again.”

Maggie started an evil laugh and Paula joined in with her own evil laugh, then they cut the microphone off.

“Remind me to call him when the third layer is finished,” Maggie told Paula.”By then he’ll be recharged, we’ll prime him with some verbal teasing and then activate the remote milker.”

To pass the time Maggie asked Paula to show her the footage of them locking Phil into the version two sarcophagus. Paula obliged her fast forwarding to the point where the two of them had the lid open and where they were tucking Phil inside. Maggie lubing him up and then Phil settling down onto the nozzle, Maggie lubing his hardening cock and Phil shutting his eyes in pleasure. Maggie signalling to Paula to close the lid as she stroked Phil some more. Maggie slowly squatting down to maintain contact as long as possible. Then the final moment of Maggie letting go and Paula shutting the lid, then the women leaving the room.

“Damn that’s sexy,” Maggie turned to Paula “How about after we print this third layer we just skip to the last layer, the one where I can tie you down on top of it?”

“So only four layers instead of six?” Paula seemed disappointed “I do like the idea of getting to the tying me down portion of the event though.”

“How about we make layer four twice as thick?” Maggie suggested “It’ll still be quicker than printing four, five and six thinner layers.”

Paula set some things up on her computer “So if we finish the third layer, and skip to the final layer but double the thickness…”

Paula did some math. “We cut the remaining time from 3 hours to 90 minutes. Almost exactly in half.”

“Excellent,” Maggie exclaimed “Let’s do that. Then we can get to our fun much quicker.”

Paula pressed some buttons, entered some changes to the programming, and made a “Tah-dah” sound.

“That was easy enough,” Maggie complimented her. “Or rather you made it look easy.”

Paula looked pleased. “Easy enough, cancel layers four and five, increase layer six wall thickness and enter the queue changes.”

Maggie raised an eyebrow “I doubt it’s as easy as you make it sound.”

“Practice makes perfect,” Paula replied, still smiling. “Speaking of things needing practice, we do have 20-30 minutes till Phil needs our attention.”

Maggie gave Paula a very wicked grin “What do you have in mind?”

“Why don’t we climb under that blanket on the sofa and practice a little slap & tickle,” Paula suggested, taking Maggie by her hands and pulling her in that direction.

Maggie followed Paula to the sofa. “Can you set that app on your phone to broadcast sound but mute Phil’s microphone?”

“I think so” Paula paused and looked at her phone “What did you have in mind?”

“I was thinking we can have a little fun,” Maggie smirked “And let Phil listen, that’ll get him going.”

Paula pretended to be shocked “Maggie, that is cruel!”

“Very,” Maggie agreed

“Let’s do it,” Paula agreed.

Leaving Paula’s phone application set to transmit but not receive they set it up near the sofa, then stripped off their clothes and proceeded to fondle, tease and have loud sex with each other. After several well deserved orgasms, Maggie paused and hit the buttons on her phone that triggered the milker over Phil’s cock.

“Okay one more each for us, and one more for Phil,” Maggie declared before turning her attention back to Paula.

Paula whispered so Phil wouldn’t hear “How will we know he’s had his if we don’t listen to him?”

Maggie whispered back “the device has an auto function, when he cums and squirts it will detect that and automatically slow down and stop.”

Maggie and Paula forgot all about Phil for the next 15 minutes or so, enjoying their own company and successfully triggering multiple orgasms for each other. Then laying in each other's arms with dopamine soaking their brains. They pulled the blanket over their bodies and fell fast asleep.

Meanwhile Earlier Inside

Phil heard them activate the earphones he was wearing, but then didn’t hear anything at first. He kept expecting someone to say something, just at the edge of hearing he thought he could hear sounds. Was that moaning? Panting? Phil’s imagination ran wild. Why did Maggie activate the headphones? The sounds grew louder now and then, it distinctly sounded like two people having sex!

Now that he had identified the sounds it became much clearer to him. Yes, it was definitely Maggie and Paula enjoying each other. Unless some completely random pair of women happened to stumble into the lab and decided to have sex on the sofa.

Phil wished he was on the sofa with them, he pictured his two friends intertwined, and his cock slowly started hardening again. Phil’s imagination filled in visuals around the sounds he was hearing. Suddenly the device around his cock activated, suction pulled him in deeper and an inflatable ring sealed itself around his shaft. It went through a series of self checks, suction, vibrations, compression were all checked in sequence.

He heard Maggie suddenly ““Okay one more each for us, and one more for Phil,” Maggie declared.

The device started doing various things to his cock and Phil’s body responded. It started slowly as if testing his responses, then it shifted gears and Phil was soon panting around the gag that filled his mouth. His body flexed and tried desperately to move only to be denied by the thick black plastic container he was sealed into. With only his cock capable of being manipulated and feeling any kind of feedback, all his attention was focused on those sensations. It was like the rest of his body no longer existed, he was only a brain and a cock.

The device shifted gears again, the vibrations more intense, the inner sleeve compressing and releasing in a ripple effect in conjunction with powerful suction emulated an intense blow job. One no mere mortal woman could possibly give. But the tireless machine could continue indefinitely, Phil felt the orgasm welling up inside himself. He wished he could slow things down just a bit, it was rushing over him, inevitable as the tide. Suddenly the wave crashed over him and he shot his load into the greedy sucking maw of the device. As the sleeve detected his liquid shot, it tightened around his cock and continued to apply to suction. Phil’s body responded with another shot, then weakly a third time.

By now Phil was mentally pleading with the device to let go, to stop pulling every last drop from his body. His balls felt like they had been sucked inside out, that every drop of sperm he could produce had been drained from him. As suddenly as it had sped up, it suddenly shifted back down into a very slow mode and then stopped. Phil felt instant relief that it had stopped, he longed to stretch his abused muscles and take a shower.

His breathing returned to normal again and he listened carefully to see when, “if” the girls were letting him out? Stiff, sore, drained, he hoped for some sort of clue regarding his fate.

A few minutes passed by, his hearing eventually brought the sound of faint snoring to his ears. He listened carefully, yes definitely snoring. Those two had sex, turned on the milker, then fell asleep on the sofa, all while leaving the app on the phone activated!

Suddenly Phil heard a computerized voice report something. “Print job finished, inner shell. Commencing print job, outer shell, switching feed to plastic designated as Metal Plastic test type 5.”

Phil mphhhed as loudly as he could, but he doubted the sounds he was making were any louder than the computer voice he had just heard. If that didn’t wake up the girls, he doubted he could. What did the voice mean “switching feed to metal plastic type 5”? Paula had said something about them testing new plastics for car parts. Was this some sort of experimental plastic, stronger than all the others? Were they really sealing him away forever?!

Phil sucked down some water from his gag. There was literally nothing he could do from inside the sarcophagus, just wait and pray the girls woke up soon.

Later that Weekend

Maggie woke up first and checked her phone, it was Sunday morning at 10am. She was not surprised that she and Paula had slept for so long, after Friday and Saturdays escapades they were both exhausted. She headed to the restroom to pee and clean up, taking her clothes with her to change into before returning. She left Paula slowly stirring and waking up.

“Be right back, going pee,” Maggie told her.

Paula sighed loudly “Now I have to go too!” she grabbed her clothes and practically raced Maggie out the door.

As they cleaned up and got dressed both of their tummies rumbled quite loudly.

Paula started to say “Hey are you hungry…”

Just as Maggie said “Want to get a bite to eat…”

They chuckled at the coincidence and headed over to the cafeteria. Once there and they had grabbed cereal and some drinks, they sat down.

“Maybe we should bring something back for Phil?” Paula asked Maggie

Maggie nodded her head yes “Definitely, he never had any dinner the other night, we locked him right into the new sarcophagus.”

Paula mentioned “I know you wanted to keep him in there longer.”

“That was mostly for him to hear,” Maggie smiled at her “The more helplessly trapped he thinks he is the hornier he gets. A few exaggerations keeps him primed. Like when you told him about how unbreakable the plastic is.”

“Oh that was serious” Paula told Maggie “We do have a plastic that’s combined with metal in the mix to create a hybrid material, once it’s heated and extruded through the print heads it becomes as hard as steel.”

“So you’d need a cutting torch to open it?” Maggie asked curiously.

“It actually sheds heat over the entire surface area. So when you apply something like a torch to cut it, it spreads that heat over the entire area of the connecting plastics,” Paula explained. “If Phil’s sarcophagus was made out of that material we couldn’t use a torch because the entire sarcophagus would just heat up and cook him inside.”

“Well thank goodness we didn’t use that material.”

“No, that material is very expensive and really not needed in this case,” Paula reassured Maggie.

“Besides we don’t have to cut Phil free, the mechanism works fine, we’ve tested it,” Maggie said as she stood up.

The ladies gathered up some supplies to feed Phil later and cleaned up the room before leaving for the lab.

As they walked back Paula asked Maggie “Are you going to drain him one more time?”

“Front or back?” Maggie asked

“Either, or both?” Paula asked with a laugh.

“Both” Maggie responded with the meme “Both is good!”

“I wonder what the range is on this app?” Maggie mused out loud as she pulled her phone out.

“Bluetooth can reach quite a ways depending on what’s in between here and there,” Paula commented.

Maggie made a non-committal sound as she walked and attempted to use the apps on her phone at the same time.

Paula steered her friend down the hallway “You know it’s only a few minutes to walk there.”

“Yeah,” Maggie agreed. “But now I’m curious.” She pressed some buttons on her phone. “Triggering the milker at half speed now and a full liter enema at the same time, that’ll make Phil’s head explode.”

Paula laughed as she pictured poor Phil being pleasured and cleaned out all at once. “You are very cruel Maggie.”

Maggie tucked her phone away “You are about to find out for yourself. I figure I have half a day before we have to start letting Phil out. That’s 4-5 hours of you tied to the top of that final layer we printed last night.”

Paula purred and rubbed up against Maggie “Promises, promises.”

They were both laughing as they entered the lab.

A Slight Issue

Paula went to the computer console first to check the print job status. “Complete with no errors” the screen showed her. She looked up from the console to visually inspect the final layer.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no!” She muttered loudly and dashed into the print booth. Then back out to the computer console where she called up some information.

Maggie looked on worriedly “Is something wrong?”

“Look!” Paula pointed inside the booth.

Maggie moved closer and looked inside, a flat topped, vaguely sarcophagus shaped object lay inside with obvious cleats in the corners.

Maggie, still confused, said “Yes, it’s the flat topped final shell. What’s wrong?”

“What color is it?” Paula practically wailed the question.

“Oh yes, it’s a lovely bronze color.” Maggie hadn’t even paid the color much attention. “A very metallic shiny color instead of the standard black, I didn't know you could do colors?”

“It’s not a color change, it’s a material change.” Paula still seemed very upset.

“Okay” Maggie said “So it changed materials, I’m not understanding the problem. Take a deep breath, come over here and explain it to me.”

Paula closed the computer console and they both sat down on the sofa together. Maggie reached out to hold Paula’s hand.

Paula took a deep breath and explained “When we were teasing Paul, I had called up the specs on the new experimental metal impregnated plastic we were using for car parts.”

Maggie commented “The one you said couldn’t be cut with a torch, right?”

Paula nodded yes “I must have left it up on the screen in the printer queue, that was the easiest way to see the specifications. Then we decided to not print all the layers, just the last one. I was so busy modifying the print job, I forgot to remove the material change from the print feed queue.”

Maggie filled in “So the print job switched over to the bronze plastic when the final layer started printing? The layer we doubled the thickness on?”

Paula squeezed Maggie’s hand “Yes, double the thickness and 10 times the weight. With no hinges, no lid, no seam to open it. I just printed a nearly 300 pound sealed box over Phil.”

Magie gasped at the implications. “We’ll have to cut him out somehow!”

“How?” Paula said sadly “If we try to cut it open with heat, it’ll transfer it all over the surface, inside and outside. It’ll melt those two internal plastic layers long before we open the outer layer. Those layers will melt onto the surface of Phil’s sarcophagus, and block his airway completely.”

“Okay so not a blow torch,” Maggie quickly agreed, “What else can we use?”

Paula took a deep breath. “Let me think. It’s supposed to replace car parts, how does someone like a fireman get into a car without injuring the occupant.”

Paula pulled out her phone and was soon scrolling through car wrecks, she tried for some humor “How appropriate, looking at car wrecks and accidents.”

Maggie gave a forced chuckle and thought “Well at least she’s doing something and not just panicking now.”

Maggie pulled out her own phone to help do some research and noticed the clock on Phil’s enema; he’d been holding it for 10 plus minutes now. Quickly she triggered the draining process, while switching the milker to automatic. “At least he can enjoy himself a little” she thought.

The New Old Plan

“Wait a minute, why don’t we just lift it up like we planned in the first place?” Maggie asked.

“Metal impregnated plastic,” Paula replied sadly, “That double thick shell weighs more than both of us put together.”

“But it is still open on the bottom, just like the other shells?” Maggie clarified

Paula put down her phone and told her “Yes, it’s still open on the bottom, do you have an idea?”

“Let’s go down to your shipping dock and see what equipment they have laying around.” Maggie jumped up from the sofa.

“What about Phil?” Paula asked as she too stood up.

“He’s not going anywhere and I’ve set the milker to autopilot, so he’ll enjoy himself and be none the wiser for now,” Maggie reassured her.

Paula led Maggie down various hallways and eventually to a large loading dock area with large roll up doors and many shelving units.

“So there’s a pallet jack that goes up and down using hydraulics.” Maggie pointed at the bright orange piece of equipment.

“If we can lever up a corner to put that underneath it might help.” Paula examined the device.

While Paula looked over the pallet jack, Maggie prowled the shelves and back areas looking for anything that might help them lift the heavy shell off Phil. She found a rolling tool cabinet and curiously opened the drawers one by one.

The very last and largest bottom drawer of the cabinet opened and she exclaimed “Got it!”

Paula hurried over to Maggie. “Got what?”

Maggie pointed into the drawer “That dear Paula is a chain hoist! My dad had one for lifting engine blocks in our garage.”

“Okay” Paula said “But how does that help?”

“We attach this above the shell, pull on this chain here and it multiplies our efforts by ten!” Maggie explained “We can easily lift that shell off using this.”

Maggie reached into the drawer and tried to pull out the hoist. “Damn!” she exclaimed, giving up and stepping back. “I need a hoist to lift this hoist!”

Paula pulled the drawer open a little farther, then suggested “You grab all that chain. I’ll grab the main part and we’ll lift together.”

Suiting actions to words, working together, the two ladies lifted the hoist out of the toolbox drawer. They found a small push cart and placed it on top of that so they could wheel it back to the lab.

Meanwhile inside the Sarcophagus

Phil felt his bowel fill with water and wondered what his friends on the outside were up to now. He felt his cock starting to grow in response to the enema, as he had come to expect the milker to be turned on after the enema. But minutes ticked by and Phil’s discomfort grew with each passing moment. It wasn’t a large enema thankfully, but the close confines of his plastic prison meant his belly couldn’t distend with the increase of water. After what felt like a half hour, the draining function was activated and as expected the milker latched onto his cock as part of its startup procedure. It started slowly massaging his shaft, applying suction and general vibration. His penis responded and the milker continued applying increasing vibrations, massage and suction. It was actually ramping up much quicker then previous uses. Phil felt himself rapidly approaching the point of no return.

Of course it stopped almost everything all at once leaving him hanging on the edge. Phil thought many curse words at the maker of the devilish device. After five minutes or maybe longer, it started the entire process again. Slowly but steadily ramping up its efforts until Phil was on the verge, then cancelling everything all at once.

This process repeated three, four, five times. But then the sixth time, the milking didn’t stop on the verge. It powered through and Phil felt the wonderful sense of relief at a massive cum filled orgasm.

Phil lay panting in the darkness, the relief at finally cumming tempered by the fact he was still locked in blackness, unable to do nearly anything. Five minutes went by, ten minutes? Time had no meaning for Phil.

He craved some sort of contact, what were his friends doing out there? He didn’t think they’d forgotten about him, but maybe they were testing how long they could lock him away.

Phil’s mind ran through scenario after scenario. Paula had been fired for abusing the 3-D printer, security had escorted her and Maggie out of the building before they could release him. The next occupant of the lab had no idea he was inside the sarcophagus and the outer shells. The designs were stored under Paula’s personal login and since her accounts were locked out due to being fired, the new person had no way to access the unlock sequence for the lid. Nevermind seeing the design specifications with the human sized hollow space in the center. Once they peeled the outer shells off, they’d find a 3-D printed replica of a Sarcophagus. Maybe they’d move it into the lobby as a display piece. Phil would last for a few days, maybe a week or two depending on his water supply. Could the women break in and release him before he ran out of supplies? But then what, he’d be naked in the lobby of the company?

Phil attempted to shudder thinking about spending days trapped and isolated in the plastic prison. But again, his body was held in its unbreakable grip. It was truly frustrating and yet his desire for extreme bondage was again triggered. His cock expanded into the milking device, even though he was 100% sure there wasn’t any chance of him being ready to cum again. The milker was triggered and started the start up process, applying suction, the air ring inflating around the base of his shaft. Mild vibrations and pressure were applied, and he could feel himself stiffening up. But he knew his supply was drained from the last session. The milker was about to go into automatic tease and denial mode and he was not ready yet!

He moaned in the darkness, realizing Maggie or Paula must have set the device to autopilot, and it wouldn’t stop until he produced some cum. Trapped, about to be milked to a forced orgasm, no way to stop any of it, no way to beg or plead for mercy, he felt himself get stiffer at the thought of his situation. “Curse my kinky brain!” he thought as the milker slowly picked up speed.

Brains over Muscle

The ladies meanwhile had returned to the 3-D printer laboratory and were using some rope to run a loop over an exposed beam above the printer enclosure. They then used that rope to haul the hoist up near the ceiling and tied it off. The chain loop was used to lower the working part of the hoist back down to the outer shell, at the end of the hoist was a hook and the ladies hooked that under the lip of the opening at the end of the sarcophagus nearest the door to the enclosure. Paula held it in place as Maggie hauled away at the chain loop that raised the hoist. Once it was tightly in place the women took turns taking the slack out and pulling on the chain. It was soon under load from the weight of the outer bronze colored shell, with a “pop” sound it pulled off the base of the printing area and jumped up a foot or so.

Maggie and Paula hugged each other and took a little break as they realized this would work and it was merely a matter of time till Phil would be free.

“Thanks goodness for brains over brawn,” Paula said as she flopped down on the sofa to rest a little.

“And look at the time, only 3pm on Sunday. We still have plenty of hours left in the day and Monday is still a holiday.” Maggie flopped next to Paula on the sofa.

“I’ve got to admit, I’m still feeling that adrenaline surge from thinking Phil was trapped.” Paula leaned her head against Maggie’s arm.

Maggie chuckled “Honestly, me too. I was beginning to think we might have to tell a few people about our secret project.”

Paula laughed, “Trying to imagine that conversation, lol.”

“Hi, we’ve locked my friend / sex toy into an inescapable plastic prison, could you help us get him out?” Maggie used a baby girl voice and opened her eyes wide as if begging for help from an imaginary stranger.

Paula adopted a deep voice and replied “Inescapable you say? Sounds like he’s stuck.”

Maggie got a thoughtful look on her face “You know he is still stuck and we never told him we were letting him out prior to Monday. So he’s not really expecting it…” her voice trailed off suggestively.

Paula’s eyes locked on Maggie’s “Are you saying you still want to fool around on top of the sarcophagus?”

“He isn’t going anywhere and now we know we can get him out,” Maggie said in a reasonable tone of voice. “Why shouldn’t we have a little fun? I’ll tie you down. You tie me down. We are both super horny, it won’t take long to get us both off.”

“It does seem to be a waste of that nice flat top shell with the lashing points already built in.” Paula was smiling as she said it.

They both stood up from the sofa and returned to the chain hoist. This time lowering the heavy outer shell back into place over Phil’s sarcophaguses.

“Rock, Paper, Scissors for who gets tied up first?” Paula said as she unhooked the hoist and left it swinging to the side.

“My turn,” Maggie said “You got tied up last time and got all that lovely teasing and denial”

Paula nodded “Okay, but don’t complain when you get the same treatment.”

Maggie smiled, “I’m counting on it.” She was already removing her clothes and sitting on top of the outer shell.

Paula asked “Do you think we should let Phil know what’s going on?”

Maggie’s smile turned into a wicked grin “Let’s just let him listen to us. He’ll figure it out.”

Paula activated the app on her cell phone, set the control to broadcast to the headphones Phil was wearing inside, but turned off the microphone so she and Maggie wouldn’t have to hear him moaning and pleading.

Maggie laid back and spread her arms to the upper corners of the shell and her legs to the lower corners. Paula used the ratchet straps to secure her, not pulling super tight due to not having cuffs to attach the straps to. She made a mental note to keep a set of 4 cuffs in the lab for future events. She had a nice adjustable set of leather ones that would fit anyone from Phil to Maggie sized. But she did the best she could with what was on hand. While Maggie was not tightly stretched, she was secure and not able to free herself.

Paula started with her nipples licking, sucking, pinching and playing. Maggie was soon moaning in pleasure. Paula had placed her cell phone on the lid of the shell near Maggie’s head, she was sure Phil was hearing her gasping, panting and moaning sounds. Paula let her hand slowly trace its way down to Maggie’s intimate areas, her fingers slipped easily inside Maggie’s wet pussy. One finger, two fingers, three fingers. Paula’s thumb rubbing her nub while the fingers curled inside her friend. Paula could feel her friend shuddering and her breathing increased rapidly. The question was give her a quickie and then leave her all strapped down, or stop and tease her with denial now?

Paula didn’t stop in time and Maggie had a shuddering orgasm right then.

Paula let her ride it out and then slowly withdrew her hand saying “You were super horny, feel better now?”

Maggie’s breathing slowed back to normal and she replied “Much better, thanks.”

Paula smiled down at her “Good, glad to help. But now comes the tormenting.”

Maggie smiled back at her. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Did anyone ever tell you, you make a lousy submissive?” Paula asked playfully.

“I’m just laying here, completely under your control,” Maggie replied and shrugged her shoulders slightly.

“Then why does it feel like you are still running the show?” Paula retorted.

Maggie smiled at her friend. “Some people are better at one role or the other.”

Paula shrugged whether in agreement or simply to admit defeat “We both know how this will go,” she remarked as she undid Maggie’s hands and legs.

Maggie sat up and gave her a very wolfish grin “I didn’t even have to say anything.”

Paula pretended to be offended, but her grin gave her away.

Maggie patted the flat surface. “Your turn!”

Soon Paula was naked and securely stretched to all four corners of the flat topped shell. Maggie started much more slowly and dragged out her teasing of Paula. Licking, nibbling and dragging her fingernails over the majority of Paula’s exposed and vulnerable flesh. Avoiding only Paula’s most intimate area in her attentions, she spent ten minutes, fifteen minutes, twenty minutes, making Paula moan and squirm helplessly.

She spared a thought for Phil trapped inside his sarcophagus and underneath Paula, wondering if all the noise they were making was driving him mad with desire. She pictured him helpless, listening to Paula’s begging and moaning, unable to do anything but maybe imagine she was riding him. The thought of him desperate for attention and utterly inaccessible, had her hormones set to overdrive. She climbed up and buried her face in Paula’s pussy. Licking, sucking, nibbling, she drove Paula over the proverbial cliff in moments.

Paula cried out in release, her body twisting in her bondage, muscles quivering and shaking. Eventually she caught her breath again and her body settled down. Maggie had climbed off the shell and retired to the old couch outside the printer area. Resting while her friend returned to Earth once more.

Paula called out to Maggie “I guess we both needed that.”

Maggie glanced up at her friend “Yes, we did.”

Maggie stood up and stretched her body. “Ready to get off there and let Phil out?”

Paula sighed dramatically “I suppose so. We’ll have to let him out eventually after all.”

Maggie lazily returned to Paula and undid her wrists, then her ankles. Then it was Paula’s turn to stretch her muscles.

“We should really clean up first,” Paula remarked to Maggie.

Maggie agreed and the two of them gathered their clothes and Paula picked up her phone, then they slipped down the hall to the restroom to use the facilities and clean up.

While they were in there cleaning up Paula mentioned “You know I’m starving, could you eat?”

Maggie glanced down at her phone to check the time “Oh no!”

Paula of course asked “What’s wrong?”

Maggie started chuckling “I left…” she laughed some more.

“Left…?” Paula prompted.

“I left Phil on automatic with no end count all this time.” Maggie tried to catch her breath. “For the last few hours the milker has been doing its best to drain him, over and over and over.”

Paula giggled “So that means, while we were teasing him from the top.”

“Yes,” Maggie agreed, “While we were having sex on top of him, the milker was using every trick it could to make him cum.”

Paula got serious “So wait, how many times did it…?” her voice trailed off.

“According to the logs” Maggie pressed some buttons. “It managed to get something out of him three times in the last 4 hours. Most recently five minutes ago.”

“He’s going to be sore,” Paula commented.

“I’ve got to get back in range of the device to turn it off.” Maggie finished getting dressed and trotted back to the printer lab.

She leaned on the shell covering Phil and pressed buttons on her phone. “Changing to manual mode…now.”

The application indicated that it was now in standby mode awaiting further instructions.

Paula soon joined Maggie in the lab.

“Okay fun is fun, but poor Phil needs a break,” Paula announced.

Maggie nodded her head yes “Agreed, help me haul this shell off him and we’ll get him out.”

Freedom?

The women hauled away on the hoist lifting the metallic plastic outer shell up and away from Phil’s inner sarcophaguses. It took a little effort to pop the two lighter inner shells off the printing base but they accomplished this and moved them off to the side. For the first time in nearly a day the inner sarcophagus was once more accessible. Maggie looked expectantly at Paula. Paula stared back.

“I’ve completely spaced out on the sequence,” Paula announced after a too long pause.

Maggie stared at her “But you programmed it!” she eventually responded with more than a little panic in her voice.

“It’s no big deal,” Paula reassured her. “ I can just check the programming on the console.”

Maggie sighed in relief. “Of course!”

Paula went to the printer console and called up the original plans. She jotted some notes down on a scrap of paper and returned to the sarcophagus.

“Okay, step one, turn this…” Paula said out loud as she followed the 18 steps in order, pushing things, pressing in others, sliding , pulling at parts of the lid. Suddenly the handles popped out from the side indicating that it had been unlocked.

Paula and Maggie grabbed the handles and slowly raised the lid, revealing Phil blinking up at them as his eyes adjusted to the light.

Phil commented “Thank you, I don’t think I could have taken any more of that and stayed sane.”

“Are you okay Phil?” Maggie asked concerned.

“Let me get out of here and I’ll tell you all about it.” Phil responded. He moved his arms for the first time and raised his legs. “Grab my arms and help me up?” he asked them.

Paula and Maggie each grabbed an arm and gently pulled as Phil sat up slowly.

“Umm, give me a second.” Phil stated about halfway sitting up “Need to get off my little friend.” He placed his arms down and using his leg muscles pulled his ass straight up, the women heard a soft pop sound and then Phil was swinging his legs outside the sarcophagus.

“Oh that feels so good to be free again.” Phil remarked as he sat up, legs dangling over the edge.

“Was it painful?” Paula asked.

“No, not really.” Phil answered as he continued to move slowly off the device and stand on his feet. “You get used to it, and it’s certainly better than pooping on myself in there.”

Once he was on his feet he stumbled over to the sofa and flopped down. He sat there, working his jaw and stretching his arms.

Eventually he said “I really do appreciate the water supply and the plumbing connections. But I have to admit it’s going to be awhile before I’m ready to climb back into that devil device.”

Paula snorted and Maggie outright laughed at this announcement.

Maggie commented “Don’t worry Phil, you’ve earned some time off.”

“Besides that milker didn’t leave a drop of sperm left in me!” Phil remarked loudly. “Relentless,” he added.

Paula asked “Well besides that, what was it like?”

Phil took a deep breath and told them “ It was admittedly the most intense bondage I’ve ever experienced. I was completely utterly helpless to move anything, any significant amount.”

Phil continued “There was no one to plead for mercy, there was no way to plead for mercy, there was no light, no sound until you turned on the earphones. Once that lid clicks closed you know that you are completely utterly inescapably trapped and depending on someone outside to let you out.”

Phil’s eyes closed in memory. “The lid closes, then you reset all the switches and they are significantly loud from inside, those clicks as the latches lock in place. You can’t help but count them, one, two , three, etc. Each one capable of locking you in place, but they keep going. Like the chimes of the clock but these are announcing your utter helplessness. By the time you reach 18 clicks my cock is rock hard and I’m desperate already. But there's nothing, I can’t pump my hips, I can’t do anything or even feel anything. The silent black plastic has swallowed me whole.”

Phil’s body shuddered and he paused and opened his eyes, as if to reassure himself he was still outside the sarcophagus.

“Just being able to shudder feels so good,” he told them.

Maggie asked “So you hated it?”

It was Phil’s turn to laugh “Oh no, the problem is I loved it.”

“Seriously?” Paula asked surprised.

“Right now” Phil commented quietly “Even having just been released, a part of me would climb right back in there. It’s addictive.”

Maggie sat down next to him and hugged him, Paula sat on his other side and hugged him too.

“Well no more sarcophagus for Phil,” Maggie announced. “Not tonight at least.”

Paula said, “Besides we need to print the new and improved version 3!”

Phil whispered “Version 3?”

Maggie talked over Phil to Paula. “Based on Phil’s feedback and some of my own ideas.”

Paula nodded. “I liked that idea of inserting a viewing screen.”

“And judging by Phil’s comment we need even more locking latches,” Maggie added.

“I can make them slightly smaller in diameter and closer together, I can probably fit 24-25 around the edge,” Paula told her. “Each one with a click as it locks in place” she was watching Phil as she said that.

Phil shuddered and closed his eyes but both women noticed his cock stir slightly in response to Paula’s statement.

They looked at each other out of Phil’s sight. Maggie winked and Paula nodded. They both knew it wouldn’t take much convincing to get Phil to test version 3 when the time came.