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“Wait– no–no– stop– MH!” You gasp out, pleading your last words before a tube is shoved down your throat. Tears burned in your eyes and you gag. The man doing it just chuckles and slaps your bare ass.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’ll be thanking us when the concrete is poured.” He comments, which only makes you panic more. Your eyes dart around, and you struggle against your restraints.
About two weeks ago, you had drawn out of a raffle that happened every school year. Whichever student was drawn, had to become the schools designated ‘stress relief’. You would be joining a garden of concrete blocks with cunts, dicks, assholes, and tits all exposed– in fact your genitals would be the only things exposed.
Your eyes dart around. You had unpacked bags that they dragged you away from, taking you in the middle of the night. You weren’t the first person to attempt escape, and you had hoped that you would become the first person to succeed but you knew deep down that you would fail.
You still struggle though; against the ropes, against the man guiding you into a box, against your own tears. You gnaw on the tube, trying to bite through it with no luck. The man checks his watch, frowning.
“They’re late,” He grumbles. He was in charge of your school's little ‘project’ each year.
It had all started about six years ago, when the school noticed an improvement in grades after one person had been tied up in a school bathroom, forced to take cock after cock. There were legal issues, but it didn’t help that all the opposing lawyers had been caught taking a turn with the original ‘statue’, and the ugly concrete blocks were refered to now.
There was also a decline in school fights, and an increase in moral and school spirit. So what was once a horrible mistake became tradition. And now your name had been drawn.
“Might as well take a turn.” The man shrugs, checking his watch one more time. Tears threaten to spill over, drool puddling in your mouth. He unzips his pants, revealing his short but wide cock. He rubs his dick against your sensitive folds, and you could feel your heart leap into your throat. His gruff hands found your chest, groping more for his own pleasure than yours.
You tilt your head back, whimpering out a soft cry from behind the tube. It makes him laugh, and you come to the horrible realization that you were wet.
“Oh look at that,” He muses, pressing in the few inches that he had. “You’ll save the school some money on lube.” He murmurs, voice low with arousal before he jerks his hips forward. You cry out, a mix of pain and slight pleasure. His hands drift from your chest to your hips and he drags your body towards him, fucking into you.
“You’re tight,” He grunts after a particularly hard thrust, “That won’t last long.” You could feel your sticky walls clinging to his cock with each thrust. He gave a loud groan, jerking his hips into you faster. Your eyes darted around, landing on a bright orange jacket that was climbing out of a truck. He gives a whistle, and the project manager grumbles.
“About time you showed up.” He calls, sparing a slight glance to the man. He just laughs and more people jump out of the truck, going around the back to get the concrete mix. He turned back to you, licking your sweaty neck as he finally came inside of you. He pulled out, tucking himself back into his pants.
You watch as he straightens his tie, turning to face the other men.
“Mind if we take a turn?” The original orange vest guy asks, tone playful. Your heart sinks as the project manager laughs.
“Go ahead,” He chuckles with a grin, “There’s gotta be some benefits to working on a hot summer day like this.” Another man comes by, dropping a bag of concrete by your feet. You whine, but the manager just smacks your ass again. “Quiet, love.” Your tears threatened to spill over.
You squirm, gasping as someone shoved plugs in your ears.
“Just the cunt, right? We should seal up the asshole?” A muffled voice came through, and you watched the manager nod.
“Yup, that’s right.” He affirms, and the next thing you felt was a buttplug entering your ass, making you yelp. You could hear them laugh at your reaction. Plugs were stuffed up your nose next, forcing you to breathe through the tube.
“Start mixing the concrete up, I’m gonna take a turn.” The bright orange vest calls, and the employees give a nod. He unzips his jeans, thrusting into you without much preamble. “Oh– and get the box ready too.” He orders, beginning to thrust his cock into you. His dick was thinner than the previous mans, but longer by a few inches. You let out a garbled noise around the tube and he takes a fistful of ass.
Two men hauled over a large box made of concrete that seemed to have straps built into it. You struggled, but he only drove his dick into you harder and faster, using you. If he was moaning, it was soft enough that you couldn’t hear it. You felt him bust inside of you, face red. He wipes the sweat off of his brow and then tucks himself away, turning around to give orders.
Tears were rolling down your cheeks, and you tried kicking as you were lifted and deposited in the box. It was bordering on too hot from being in the sun, but they paid no mind. Two people positioned your legs properly so they were stretched above your head while another person wrapped rough straps around your skin.
“Ready?” The guy in charge asks, and a wheelbarrow full of concrete was brought over. You cry out, thrashing against the straps. A gloved hand reaches down, pushing your hair back before another person approaches with goggles.
Panic floods you as they strap the goggles on your face, beginning to pour the mixture of water and concrete into the box they had laid you in. You struggle, squirming and thrashing but gloved hands hold you still, tightening the straps within the box.
“Settle down now,” One of them orders, but you don’t listen. They had positioned your legs in a way that when the box was fully filled, only your cunt and your airtube would be left exposed. His grip tightened and the manager sat back, watching as more concrete coated your body.
It was up to your chest now, and the gloved hands had been removed. You whine, biting and crying against the tube. You felt the thick liquid coat your nipples, then your neck, then your chin. It began to rise up your cheeks under their careful watch, flooding your ears around the earplugs. You sob, sealing your lips tightly around the tube, breathing through it. The cotton stuck up your nose made it impossible to breathe any other way.
Another surge of panic hits you as the concrete mixture covers your goggles, blotting out your vision. You could feel it encasing your entire body, everywhere except for your pussy. Your legs burned from the stretch, ankles up near your head. There was something plastic-y that had been placed around your cunt to keep it safe from the concrete.
You kept weakly squirming, feeling the liquid move around you but the straps didn’t let you budge. You struggled, crying into your goggles as the darkness enclosed around you, the hot sun beating against the only exposed part of you left.
You lost track of time, struggles weakening as the concrete grew solid around you. It was harder to breathe through the tube, and you realized vaguely that you physically couldn’t move anymore. Your cunt twitches, and you can’t hear the voices return above you. You jolt when a hand comes down on your genitals.
You felt the plastic get removed, cunt sunken into the concrete. You whine against the tube as they attach some sort of device to your pussy. You tense up the best you could when it begins to suck, a vacuum meant to draw out your folds.
You could feel the concrete press around them as they were drawn through the exposed hole. Some wet liquid was placed on the outside of your folds, and you shudder as someone places tape on them to keep them open. A few minutes later, you realize its glue.
If you were on the outside, you would’ve realized that you were getting wheeled to the rest of the statues- but gravity didn’t seem to apply when you were trapped in concrete. Once you were set up, bolted to the ground the rest of the workers took their extra payment, using your glued open and trapped cunt before leaving you to drip cum. Weeks passed, your cunt exposed to the weather conditions and occasional people wandering through the park.
Then the first day of school came, a flood of people and cum, while you just remained trapped for the world to use.