Frankie's friend plans her farewell.

[Shelley]

Pt1

Frankie Renoir was taking her normal shortcut through Amiens cemetery as it took 5 minutes less to get to work if she came through this way. She'd just passed the grave of Jules Verne and as usual she'd nodded politely at it. This one had always made her stare as there was a stone carved figure erupting out of the front. As if the person in there had been buried alive and was trying to escape!

That had become a fascination to the girl once she'd moved back to her home city after ten years of university then working in Paris. Now settling down again the youngster, she still thought herself young at 32 was renewing her social life and trying to see how much had changed in the place.

Well Amiens cemetery certainly hadn't, maybe a few trees had grown and some lovely plants were laid in the ornamental beds. But it was just peaceful as usual as Frankie approached the large mound with its old rusty barred gate, this seemingly leading into the side of the hill for no reason.

But today, there was actually someone there trying to open it!

A small opened toolbag at his feet but she could clearly hear grumbling as the man picked at the lock with what looked like a pair of pliers.

Frankie decided, as a civilian member of the Gendarmerie, one of the French Police branches that she better find out what monsieur was up to.

Her chunky heeled boots scrunched on the gravel making him jump as he realised someone was now standing there. Frankie showed her warrant card then asked what he was doing, only to find this guy was the deputy caretaker of the graveyard doing his yearly inspection of these mausoleums. There were six in this place, all owned by very rich families such as the Renoirs here, he said pointing to the lettering carved just above the archway and her heart jumped a bit before she recovered her composure.

"Oh, same name as me then, though I'm still alive, but this definitely isn't our family," she chuckled, apologising for interrupting his work. Telling him she too was a Renoir as they shook hands and Anton then told her what the problem was here. The key had snapped in the lock and his pliers couldn't get the stub out. She nodded then realised she had her brow tweezers in that copious shoulder bag and offered their use.

Anton looked the girl over as she rooted through the bag. About his height, a lovely figure it appeared and that face too...nice. A jet black ponytail swinging around behind her head. Today clad in a long black skirt, leather boots and a smartly tailored cream jacket with what looked like a thin roll-necked sweater underneath. Very chic and probably expensive and he wondered what she did for the Gendarmerie to be able to afford that type of styling. He hadn't really looked at her ID, just seeing the photo and some writing underneath.

Least he wasn't in work overalls, this was supposed to be his office day sorting out the workforce rotas, hoping the recent work to rule actions after someone was sacked had died away and they could get on with preparing the cemetery for the usual November Remembrance parade in six weeks time.

A ferret around and 'voila' as they emerged from the depths. Handing them over and Anton got to work, just a minute later... 'oui' and the stub was carefully drawn out. Thanking his benefactor as they were cleaned off and replaced in her bag. He had a couple of spare keys and after oiling the lock he tried again and this time they both heard a satisfactory click. He tugged back the gate then bent down.

Frankie was amazed to now realise that the earth colour behind the gate was actually a rather battered metal shutter as Anton raised it up, a loud squeaking and he muttered something about more oil and that was soon applied. He'd expected the girl to leave after that but to his surprise she was staring down the passageway into the darkness.

"Care for a look?" he asked and Frankie at first thought no, but then she might never get another chance nodded yes. He reached inside and flicked a switch, three bulbs flickering into life and together the pair walked down the passageway. No surprise that she let him go first!

It was probably only twenty-five feet till they emerged into the chamber but almost like another world as Frankie stared at the wall ahead of them in the dim lighting. You couldn't hear a thing in here, no traffic noise from the boulevard not a hundred feet away, not even birdsong and she found it rather unsettling.

Silently counting up to twelve faded brass hatches there in two rows, one of them on the top slightly ajar, the others closed and looking closer she saw why. The others all had name plates and dates on them while the ajar one didn't. She paused a moment, realising what really lay inside and Anton saw she was shuddering slightly. Reaching for the girl and gently rubbing her trembling arm saying if she wanted to leave that was fine with him.

But for some reason she didn't. looking around and seeing a small door to one side. Anton saying that contained 'the last casket' then pointing to the opened hatch.

"Who gets the honour of being the last in here?" she asked, her voice so loud despite trying to whisper. He paused then admitted he didn't know as his father hadn't told him about it!

"My father ran the cemetery for decades, his father too before that and I believe we have actually served here in Amiens for centuries, even before the Revolution. My late wife had begun doing that genealogy thing, researching our lines but..." and he paused. Himself now starting to shake and she apologised, obviously a sensitive subject to him and Frankie couldn't help it but reached out and the pair embraced!

Holding each other in the silence, their hands rubbing the other before he broke off and apologised, feeling rather embarrassed at letting his emotions show to a stranger like her. She didn't mind and watched as Anton opened the door into the other small room and flicked the lights on. Again a curious Frankie came closer and peered over his shoulder after he'd gone in. Her heart pounding as she saw the casket on a bench.

The rest of the room taken up with what looked like tooling parts and a box of cleaning material and cans of polish. A couple of ornate boxes were on a shelf above. Anton grabbed some cloths and a bottle then came back into the chamber and began to rub the plates. Surprised when the girl asked again if he wanted help.

Well it would save a bit of time and he agreed, fetching more cloths and soon the pair saw eleven properly gleaming plates, Frankie reading those names...

Claudette, Pierre, Louis and two Madeleines, plus some others, all tradition French names, some going back to the 1800's. one of the Madeleines was from 1995, aged 68 and Anton said that was his father's last known interment in here. In fact she soon remembered this site was actually called Cimitière de la Madeleine.

"My mother is a Madeleine too," Frankie said. "But her first name is actually Veronique and she hates that. Always known to us as Maddy." And she told him her parents had retired to Cannes many years ago and were still going thank you. "So neither of these are mine and Albert doesn't appear here anyway."

She was glad there wasn't a Francine or in her case a Frankie amongst them! Saying this and he grinned, pointing and said "me too, no Anton either," and the pair smiled at each other as she handed back the cloths and they were stowed in the other room.

Anton looked down at the casket and gave that a clean too, the girl just looking at the other bits and asking what they did. He explained how the coffin would be manoeuvred into the chamber from the entrance after a nearby service and the pall bearers, if there were any would slide it into the slot, the hatch would be secured and that was it. If there was no service and just the interment he'd do it himself using a winch, pointing to the parts.

It was quite easy to do apparently as he admitted he regularly practiced using the casket, though with a body inside it would be a lot heavier. Once the hatch was shut he'd place the plate into the slot and the catches would lock around it. To show her he closed it up and slid one of them across and they both heard a loud 'clunk'. "Once all four are done you place the plate here and push firmly against those buttons. See the edges, they spring back across and effectively 'lock' the plate into position. I've never gone that far during my tests as according to my dad it's impossible to get them open again without causing serious damage. Besides, who would need to open it again?"

Him seeing the girl going paler now and she murmured 'wow' and he paused...just as she'd said...

"I wonder what it would feel like to be interred alive in there..." she said then stopped and looked mortified. "Anton, I'm so sorry, I should never have said that aloud, it was most disrespectful, both to you but especially in here with...them," she said. Trying not to cry and failing at that, managing not to squeal as his hands slid around her and she broke down in tears as he held tight. Eventually drying up and he let her go, the girl refixing her face while he waited patiently after securing the storeroom door.

"I understand young lady I really do, I've heard things similar before," he said as they headed back to daylight, a sigh as she emerged from the depths of the mausoleum and watched as the shutter was lowered and the gate closed then locked. They were about to part ways when he saw her again looking at the entrance and that face had a slightly wistful look on it. That was puzzling now and to her amazement he asked if she was interested in meeting again sometime for a drink and a chat or even dinner?

Well it'd be different from her usual routine, he wasn't much older than herself so Frankie nodded acceptance and they shook hands and agreed to meet on Friday night after she'd finished her duty period at 6pm. The guy was surprised she worked in the Gendarmerie control room as a senior dispatcher but said nothing.

The 'date' night went well, though she was five minutes late but Anton smiled as she'd tried to apologise for the delay. Tonight she'd looked stunning, wearing an elegant long black dress and heels that had silenced the room as she'd arrived. Hair tonight flowing down over those shapely shoulders and he'd smiled as they'd 'air-kissed, mwah mwah' at the beginning before the waiter had done the chair for her. He too clad in a suit and tie and the couple had chatted about themselves long after the meal and a delicious dessert that followed.

In fact it was Frankie who realised that they'd overstayed their welcome as she could see two other guests standing expectantly at the entrance but glaring at them. "I think we're at their table," she whispered trying not to laugh and he too smiled and helped her up. Taking Frankie's sparkly jacket and helping her into it as a true gentleman should. They did however split the bill, Frankie insisting she pay her way and he was appreciative of that, just as well because it was nearly 250 Euros for them including the tip for the waiter. He'd slightly irked Anton by constantly staring at his fellow diner.

Thankfully Frankie hadn't noticed, he thought. Either that or she'd grown immune to the glares and stares of the male population and just didn't care. He offered her a taxi ride home but it wasn't that far so she said it'd probably be quicker on foot. In fact they lived within two blocks of each other on opposite sides of the cemetery, his on this side and her just off the Rue Du St Maurice. "Now I understand the short-cut," he chuckled. As he obviously had a key for the gates it was easy to access even at 10pm and they slowly entered, the girl nervously following but relieved as he flicked on a torch and guided her along.

"I know the way," he chuckled, his companion smiling but she still reached for his hand and clasped it. Her heels so sexily clicking on the path as they paced along, though one slight stumble on a rough part of the gravel but she managed not to fall over as he grabbed hold. "It was only a half bottle each, I'm sure it was," she grinned and they stopped and stared at each other... Before the embrace and inevitable kiss!

The hooting of an owl interrupted the pair and she jumped a bit, Anton steadying his companion and their walk commenced again. Seeing her polite nod to Jules and he remarked what a wonderful author he'd been. She'd agreed then her fingers tightened on his own as they'd approached the Renoir mausoleum, only relaxing after passing it by. He was slightly puzzled at that, still thinking about what she'd said when inside so altered the route and before long the girl was amazed when they arrived at the front of it again. She stared at him...and flushed!

"I thought so young lady," he smiled, seeing her almost glowing now and she nodded. "Oui, I've been thinking about this all week..." she began. Finally telling Anton she'd looked up this sort of thing online and why it fascinated her so much. Pointing back to Verne's grave and saying it was that which had peaked her interest. He agreed and after another smooch took her hands again and escorted Frankie home. Coming in for 'a coffee' and he saw her computer there and smiled, the girl already going crimson...

"Show me..."

So she did and the man was amazed on reading what she'd discovered.
            
Part 2

 It took Anton a long time to believe what he'd read, also what Frankie had told him and at first he worried about what might happen if they'd got caught. He didn't know any of the current Renoir family, or if they even still existed, his father had left no details or papers relating to them. Subsequent online research done this week at home seemed to think that the 1995 Madeleine may well have been the last of the family anyway.
There were reports of a Francois in 2005, but also of a Francine a year or so later but those details were very sketchy and he soon decided otherwise.

Only one of the six mausoleums had known living descendance and he had the right contacts and names for those people. One was completely empty. The Louisville one only had six in it and they'd seemed to live very long lives, Margaret, aged 97 was the last who'd passed in 1978, so the others if they lived as long as she had might outlive Anton himself.

But all this time he was thinking about Frankie... and finally he decided she could have a brief go in the casket. Telling her at his apartment and she'd smiled then hurried into his arms and they'd really kissed. Even before dinner! So he spent an hour sitting alongside the trembling girl as she used his laptop and showed him various things online and he nodded. Now he had to put the plans into operation. Two nights later he appeared at her apartment door this time with the two ornate boxes from the Renoir mausoleum. He didn't know what they contained but they'd had to be there for a reason.

Opening the first and seeing black material there and he paused. Frankie patting his shoulder then she carefully lifted out the suit jacket. Realising that this was obviously what the body was to be dressed in for the interment. Trousers, a shirt and tie, plus black leather shoes were then removed. "So we think the last Renoir is a male then, possibly this mysterious Francois," he concluded, telling her about the research and she nodded. "Not sure how they know his size unless it's a template and someone buys similar stuff if he's different, oui?"

The second box was slightly larger and Frankie's hopes were confirmed when he flipped up the latches and she saw...yes!

Almost fainting as a long black satin dress emerged and was held against herself like all women do, a sigh of exasperation on finding it was one size too small. "Maybe with a corset it might still fit," she grumbled hopefully.

Anton however still nodding in approval, he'd sure like to see her in that as he now reached in for the shoes...only to discover this was only half the box. The other half was below a wooden floor and he paused, puzzled and she was too as Frankie laid the dress on her bed. Gently he took hold of the little handles on the edge and lifted it up. The couple peered in and she gasped out loud.

There was another dress there...pure white!
 
Two trembling hands lifted it out, the gown flowing down as again Frankie held it against her shuddering torso and a squeal on seeing this was a 12 rather than a 10. Shoes again were there, same strappy design, just as the two dresses were identical except their sizing and she wondered, why, when there was only one suit?

"Maybe it's a marriage thing. If femme Renoir was betrothed, then she'd be buried in black..." he began. Looking up at the girl who nodded sadly. "Oui, but if you were like me, not, then it would be permitted for her to wear white, yes?" and he didn't know. A check on the laptop soon revealed this was true. "Twenty years service and I didn't know that," he chuckled and she rubbed his shoulders, Coming closer for a kiss and cuddle as she certainly needed it.  "Well, Francois or Francine, we have one for each now, see who turns up first I guess," she said but something was...   

"May I...? Nobody would know except us?" she said, pointing to the white dress and he stared then smiled and nodded. Frankie rushing into his arms for a smooch which lasted a while then he started to leave to allow her to...

Only to be asked to help her into it!

"I cannot manage the corset alone...," she chuckled, a little coyly perhaps, reaching into a drawer and a fearsome garment emerged and she started loosening the laces. Then a grin as she unbuttoned her blouse and soon Anton got his first look at possibly the finest body in this part of Amiens. Frankie was flawless, no tattoos and no scars either and his eyes bulged as the skirt was unzipped and she stepped out of it...nice!

Bra followed and she could see Anton start shuffling uncomfortably, trying to hide a raging stiffie as she turned and he saw two fabulous breasts swinging free. She now faced away and stepped into the corset and hauled it up till the cups were filled.

Now she guided Anton as to how to lace it tight, the fact he'd never done it before was obvious but soon she was starting to shudder as what little of her already trim waist was compressed into man's best subjugation device for his lady. Tying off the knot then a look front and back in the mirror from her to check his lacework before turning to face him...wow. Anton's hands gently rested on those trembling hips as he pulled the girl closer...lovely.

Next he helped the girl apply stockings and those got clipped into place and then Frankie shuddered as the gown was held out for her.

Stepping inelegantly into it then wriggling into the short-capped sleeves and flipped the dress over her shoulders, a pause as he did the top button behind her neck then slowly did the other 20 or so below. Frankie feeling the satin gown slowly enclosing her torso and finally she was done. He helped the girl into the stilettoes, no surprise he struggled with the buckles and she admitted how most of that style footwear could be slipped on just by tugging the straps anyway!

"You could have told me earlier...Francine," he joked finishing up with a sensual rub up to her knees and the youngster smiled broadly as he came up and faced her. Going to her dresser and soon a small faux diamante tiara was being weaved into that hair and once done the girl announced she was ready...

"For what, mon Cherie..." he murmured and she smiled then reached for the buttons on his shirt!

"Pour vouz," she whispered once she'd helped him undress and he made no attempt to stop what would follow. Laying the girl down on her bed and...yeah. The expression on her face once he'd hitched up the dress, her knees either side as he'd straddled her and Anton knew their commitment was total now.

After it was over and she'd cleaned up he followed, did the same and emerged from the bathroom and stared at each other before coming together for another kiss. "Next time you can tie me to the bed, then ravishment, oui?" she giggled and he managed not to choke on the coffee she'd just made. Anton had never done that with any girl before, not even his wife would have accepted this but obviously Frankie was different. Going to her computer and showing him...

Soon enough he was trying to control himself as he secured a smiling girl's wrists to the frame above her head. Frankie tugging on her bonds but going nowhere and she was already getting excited as he grabbed some material and wadded it up, returning to the bed and Miss Renoir was soon enjoying her first real gag! More was tied around her flushed face and he smiled then said that it was time he went home!

The stunned expression then a squeal of pure outrage that followed made him laugh at her, then those eyes crinkled as Anton began to undo his shirt again and soon Frankie was simpering as he played with her body for what seemed ages. Finally getting down to it and soon he was glad the girl's gag held firm as he speared into her and began that familiar rhythm.

"Gonna need a sweater to hide these tomorrow," she said after being freed half an hour later. The marks on her wrists obvious but thankfully the gag hadn't done the same to her face. Anton to no surprise had to help Frankie out of her dress and a gasp and groan as the corset was undone. Soon she stood there naked and wondering... But Anton declined this time and helped the girl into some nightwear that actually she hadn't worn in years. Their coffee was dispatched and soon enough she was standing at her door kissing him goodnight. Wondering how soon before...

It took another month of loving before Anton told Frankie that things were ready for her now, but he'd done some improvements and had a lifelike mask made for her as well. The casket prepared as best he could and he saw her trembling at the thought of spending time locked inside it. He'd done a lot more reading of these stories, a shame they were all written in English but he got the idea. Actually he was proud of how he'd brought what seemed a crazy idea of hers to reality.

He'd also shown Frankie how the final plate was locked into the hatch now. Using one of the ones in the unused mausoleum nearby last week. He'd done the full procedure with a damaged casket that was unusable, assembling the winch and her eyes had really bulged seeing him sliding the coffin into the wall. "Watch and listen honey," he'd said as the hatch was folded down then eased the four latches into position, Frankie hearing the click as each was closed.

Then he'd shown her the plate, pointing to the buttons in the middle of the hatch and telling her to stand closer. He eased the plate into... Frankie jumping as the latches moved with a rat-tat-tat-tat and they gripped the plate. "There, that's now locked on and you'd have to chisel the edges away to get it out again," he said to the shaking youngster and she nervously smiled and embraced him, wanting reassurance now.
"So I promise we won't go that far with you, eh?"

Pt 3.   

She breathed a sigh of relief as they reached the gate unseen late on the Sunday night. Anton unlocked it and slid the shutter up, telling her to wait! The fact the moon was shining down on them and she was clad head to foot in the white gown meant she'd be seen for miles had there been anyone there. They'd have certainly asked questions on realising the girl's wrists had been secured in front of her by cuffs. But that of course was what Frankie had asked for after dressing at Anton's apartment. They'd had a lovely evening, another meal at that restaurant then an hour of delicious torment on his bed before sharing the shower and getting ready.

She'd worn her black slinky dress for the meal, but once back at his place he'd told the youngster to get changed here and they'd go over to the cemetery with her already in the outfit for her time there. As he was taking a huge risk doing this, so would she.

That walk from his apartment had terrified but excited her, and him too. His arm around Frankie's waist as she'd tottered on heels, slightly tipsy after a bottle at the restaurant and two cognacs after their shower. His other hand carrying her bag with the dress and shoes, it'd be daylight tomorrow when he freed her from the casket and no way would they get away with her wearing white in daylight!

A brief sigh as he'd locked the outer gate behind them both then he'd reached for her. Freeing one of Frankie's wrists so they could hug and kiss properly. A car zooming past a few moments later made the pair giggle and they parted. She stared at him while holding the cuffed wrist up and he looked and nodded as he went behind and slowly drew her free arm back. The faintest gasp as he secured her again. Coming round and seeing that lovely chest rising and falling a lot quicker now.

He also held up a strip of material and she grinned, another nod as her eyes were wrapped and tied off. Their next lap of the cemetery took a lot longer now as he told the girl how brave she was to be doing this and the odd smooch before they'd finally arrived back outside and he'd gone to open the mausoleum up. The midnight bells tolling from the Cathedral began echoing across the cemetery making her shiver as she stood silently praying for him to hurry up!

But wait she nervously did until her captor eventually returned and escorted the girl down the passageway to her...well she hoped... Anton freeing her eyes but no more for the moment. He popped up to close the gate and shutter, Frankie trying not to wobble as she saw the slot her casket might hopefully go into. She didn't know how far Anton intended to go with this and they hadn't discussed it either. Yes she'd be secured inside the coffin but whether she had the nerve to ask him to really place her into the wall with the others was yet to be decided.

He removed the coffin lid and the youngster leaned over and smiled seeing how he'd prepared it for her. "Wow, c'est magnifique," she murmured working it all out. It wasn't the same casket apparently, this one slightly more ornate and he pointed out the holes that had been carefully drilled all around the carvings. These would allow Frankie to breathe while she was inside. A nod, "Oui, was going to ask about that," she smiled. There was also a handle on the end so he'd be able to remove the casket from the slot but he hadn't yet told her that she really was going to be placed in there!

Pt 4.

"Shall we, one last time, like you read in those stories?" he murmured, and the girl nodded as he eased her closer. It was one long smooch as Anton's lip met Frankie's. Tongues put to good use before those buckets let go and slid around that curvy satin covered ass and roamed all over. Her eyes still slightly scared but desperately wanting to go through with this and what might follow after this if she behaved.

Her chest was heaving now as they parted and she looked down at the coffin and the white steel bindings within. Meanwhile her captor freed those wrists and she brought her arms around and rubbed imaginary marks as they'd only been on a few minutes. Taking her time to apply the tiara and check her makeup before saying she was ready. Anton laid the thick mat by the base of the casket so those heels wouldn't wreck the padding. Showing Frankie how the restraints worked as the upper halves of the belt and ankles cuffs were undone and what she'd need to do to secure herself.

He then produced the mask she'd be wearing. A perfect replica of her face, the eyes closed in peaceful rest and Anton showed her the inside and she saw the padding that would cover her real eyes. Least whoever had made it had got rid of the little dimple on her chin and she smiled at that. A V shaped strap with a clasp on the end hung from the back just above the ear cutouts, with two more with prongs on coming up from the sides where the collar halve stopped. Anton demonstrating them, easing each into the clasp with a click, then adjusting for tightness. Saying to Frankie how to signal it was secure enough when he'd put it on her.

She shuddered at the thought of that clamped over her face with no chance of being able to take it off. But she'd asked for it, even designing how it was supposed to work and it'd taken her lover sometime to find the right artist to make it.

Frankie accepted the offer to try, to check it fitted, holding it to her face and he eased the bottom bit under her jaw till it touched her throat. He didn't buckle it. She needed to see what she was doing, as he'd already said, Frankie would be doing most of the securing herself, so he'd actually put it on once she was lying in the casket.

The mask was a perfect fit. That little button nose she possessed easily went inside the other one and she could breathe alright through the nostrils. Cheeks just brushing the matt surface inside while her jawbone rested lightly on the bit under her chin. Two pads were against her closed eyelids and it felt wonderful. It sure was going to be interesting once the collar itself was completed.

A few moments later she was allowed to move it away and blinked a bit but managed not to rub her eyes and smudge the make-up there. Anton then screwed the little plastic bulb that apparently was for a gag and she grinned wryly at that, this hadn't been suggested during the planning but she didn't want to chicken out now.

He placed the mask into the casket and showed her how it looked once the collar was completed. Seeing the girl start to tremble after the loops had been flicked across. Was her neck really about to be locked in that? Frankie not sure that her head was actually going to fit between the mask and the pillow either. He had a spare smaller one here, showing it to her.  So if it was too tight they'd swap them over and she agreed and smiled again. He removed the mask and laid it down then reached for her hands.

"Ready," he whispered and she nodded, not daring to say a word now.

Frankie's brain was running riot now as she was helped INTO her coffin. Standing upright on the mat and trying not to overbalance as she obeyed the order to lift her dress. Now he could apply the thick padded straps above and below two trembling knees. They were done tight and no surprise a gentle stroke of thighs as he checked she was properly attired. His finger just brushing her mound and she twitched and grinned as he emerged and allowed a trembling Frankie to start tidying herself up.

His arms went under her shoulders as she relaxed and allowed herself to be lowered down until she was sitting just below the belt halve and he could let go of her and remove the mat. Reaching underneath and the girl wriggled as the dress was tugged out from the bunching and down to her ankles, him putting each leg into position.

Frankie finished up then took the top half of the padded cuffs from his hand before leaning forward and laying it on top of the lower part. it gripped her ankles tight enough but she held it one handed then Anton told her to flip each little catch across which she did. Trying to lift but nothing...wow!

Anton handed her the tiny padlocks and she put both though the holes on either side before looking up to him...he smiled, pointed then nodded.

"Only if you want to Franki..." 

'Snicks'

It could barely be heard over their breathing but still sounded so LOUD to her, the first of her real restraints now applied and she managed not to cry. Two safety pins that had been secured to the ankle straps of her stilettoes were now utilised and attached to the inside hem of the dress once he'd pulled it down a bit, soon you'd never know how her legs were restrained. "Rather clever eh?" and Anton agreed as they held hands then shared another smooch before he reached under her armpits.

Lowering her down and another careful wriggle as the lower belt half settled right in the narrowest part of that tightly corseted waist. Her neck resting in the padded back part of the collar. She stared as Anton brought over the upper half of the belt, two fixed open cuffs on top of it but those were for later apparently.

He told her to breathe in and she complied as it was lowered and held there. Again Frankie moved around a bit as she tried to find the loops but eventually the belt was secure. This time he fitted the padlocks but made her push them closed. Soon two more 'snicks' told Miss Renoir things were going well. Anton jingling a growing ring of keys for her restraints.

Holding her hands up and Anton applied the long opera style gloves up her arms and over both elbows, almost to the caps of the gown. Though these didn't have the fixed finger mittens originally asked for and she queried why? He told her that as she was securing the restraints the herself she'd not be able to do that wearing those. An embarrassed grin for that and another kiss.

Her heart leapt as the mask reappeared. Again she looked a little scared but pleaded with her captor to carry on. She saw the little bulb tube he'd attached that was just behind the slightly opened mouth. The outside even had the tiny gap in her top teeth that used to annoy her when food got stuck there. Now it'd be useful as apparently Anton intended to pump the gag right up...if she wanted and of course Frankie would eagerly agree.

"Take this all the way like you're supposed to do, yes?" she whispered and he stared in surprise at her. The girl now pointing over to the hatch. Laying the mask down for a moment and another long smooch was delivered before he asked her again to be sure.

"Oui...this is your desire mademoiselle Renoir? You wish to...be interred in here?" he murmured, her heart flipping a beat at the thought but she still waved a finger at being called that again.

"D'accord Anton..." and she paused then a beautiful smile flittered across her face. "Please do it for your Francine," she whispered in reply, patting her torso and he nodded again, this time pointing a finger at her, before a last and sensual kiss she'd get was delivered.

He reached over as she held her hands ready to take the considerable weight of the mask. Lowering it closer then a last wink and she allowed the bulb to enter her mouth as she closed both eyes and the device soon rested on her face again. The top just going under her hairline and the tiara above it. Obeying the instruction to lift her head slightly so the two clasps could be secured behind her skull and adjusted.

It felt both terrifying but so amazing too. The pressure wasn't too bad after all and she gave a thumbs up as she assured Anton her breathing was alright. He touched the clasps again then she heard two more clicks and he said the mask was now locked on and wouldn't be able to be removed! He saw her fingers twitching badly now so he patted her hands and apologised, telling Frankie he was only joking as she was buying him breakfast tomorrow on their way home. She flicked him a V sign for that!

The magic moment soon arrived as he pressed her head gently into the pillow till the two halves of the collar met and an excited youngster was soon able to reach up and flip the loops across. Golly it was tight, but the pillow fitted OK so no change was needed. He just about managed to understand what she was saying as the gag bulb kept flicking off her tongue. This was beyond her wildest dreams now. Both padlocks were applied then gave the girl permission to...

'Snicks...'

A thin strip of lacy material that had been under the collar was now brought around both sides, Anton pinning this together with a ruby broach right on the top under her chin. This was effective in hiding the padlocks and Frankie had approved this when it had been suggested.

Anton said he was going to insert the stuff for her gag if she wanted it and Frankie paused, she'd assumed it would just be air but still gave consent anyway. Her captor patted the mask and his hands then attached another tube. Pumping thick syrupy gel inside and she smiled, feeling the bag slowly swelling as it filled. The outer material was very lightweight and her cheeks were soon bulging like a squirrel as it kept coming in. Her jaw now firmly pressing against the base of the mask.

Soon her mouth was stuffed tighter than any gag she'd dreamed about, even over and around her teeth and the girl finally raised her hands in the arranged signal for him to stop. Another pat and she felt the vibration as the front of the tube was removed and it felt great! He asked her to make a noise but he could hardly hear that faint mewing. Frankie trying to move her tongue a fraction but a moment later realised that whatever he'd put in was starting to solidify and the girl was getting even more excited now!

Anton said her arms were next and she allowed...well she had NO intention of resisting as the wristcuffs were again applied after a kiss of fingers. After she'd heard them being locked and the material covering them was tidied up she laid them across her waist into the other cuffs on the belt as instructed.

Another 'OK Francine?' got a thumbs up. A pause as the loops clamped firmly and those two were secured after he'd asked permission. The clunks this time echoed though the room and Frankie was starting to get a little damp below.

He reached down and the padded restraints for her upper arms were now wrapped over and tightened. Again, these had the same satin covering as her dress and the gloves, you'd really have to stare carefully and the buckles were alongside her torso and almost invisible anyway. She was told to wriggle but that was impossible now. Just the barest twitch as she tried scrunching her toes and a little wave of glove.   

He did something to her tiara, saying he was attaching the three veils and laying them across her face then arranged her hair. Then after the posy was applied, covering her wrist restraints he asked for permission to take some still photos on his phone. The whole thing was being filmed, the video camera there on a tripod nearby, mainly because she wanted it but hadn't though about normal photos but still she consented, wishing she hadn't left hers at home to charge up a new battery.

Hearing a few clicks before he reached in and she felt hot breath on her nose as he kissed the mask and said she was finished and he was about to secure the lid if she wanted and of course she'd agree with a thumbs up.

The clump of the lower part being placed into position made her jump and she listened as he screwed it closed, counting the four 'zips' as the electric driver did its stuff.

"Ready now to be interred mon cherie?" he asked, and her gloves twitched a little.

"Bon, thank you for allowing me to realise your dreams. Au revoir ma bien aimée... Francine, farewell," he murmured, sounding so like one of the guys in a story, and the girl would have smiled broadly had her mouth been able to move!

Trying not to cry behind the mask as the faint draft of air ceased and the upper lid was secured, gently writhing in her bonds...'zip...zip...zip...zip' and the job was done as she heard the tapping by her head that Anton said he'd do once the lid was finished. Frankie was safely locked in HER casket and she was delighted!

She heard something else just above her face moments later, Anton hopefully putting a nameplate on her casket as promised and he stared down after polishing it brightly. Going across and placing a second one on 'her' now propped open hatch.

Now was the main event as he went into the smaller room and brought out the parts needed and soon the hoist was assembled. Attaching the ropes to the casket and beginning to wind the handle. Frankie had heard him doing things to the sides and she'd hoped he was putting on what was needed. The first jerk made her heart freeze and soon she was quietly sighing inside at the realisation he was putting her into the slot after all!

Feeling the casket swaying as it lifted up and then the long graunching as he slid her into...until it could go no further. The faintest of 'thuds' as it hit the back wall made both people in the chamber shudder and he undid the ropes and fed them down the sides.

That heavy hatch was next but he didn't secure it straight away. Disassembling the winch and stowing the bits back in the room then coming back and looking around. Finding Frankie's handbag and her bag of clothes on the floor. That elegant black silk dress worn to dinner earlier but nothing as good as her current attire. He paused then placed them next to her casket.

Reaching for the pins he lowered the hatch then paused after closing it. Easing each of the four hasps across and counting the first set of clunks as the tabs further increased her level of helplessness. He didn't know Frankie could hear each one as she counted them, the youngster thrilled that he really was going to go as far as this!

The last made him shudder, the girl inside now quietly crying, knowing the brass hatch was almost done now...only that...if only he'd do 'her' plate...please do it Anton...

Anton stepped back and then a pause as he applied the plate into the grove then gently pushed it as far as he dare... for the camera. But the four hasp ends suddenly sprang back a little with that rat-tat-tat-tat sound, the top edge of each snapping themselves tightly into the side of the plate. The man's heart froze, he hadn't meant to do THAT, and he knew...

         Francine Renoir was now fully interred.

As did the girl, lying there in her casket as she'd wanted to be. Those last clunks she hadn't expected to come but had only dreamed that he'd do, Anton must have REALLY put the brass plate onto 'her' hatch after all... but it did make her pause for a while, trying to remember what he'd said, that once secured it was almost impossible to remove without causing damage? She struggled more in those restraints now but of course only her lover could get her out, if that was what Anton wanted of course.

That last slot in the Renoir mausoleum now taken by Francine. A face so perfectly at peace behind the veils and you couldn't see the restraints at all. The girl happy to be wearing that beautiful gown and the shoes provided by the family. It seemed obvious that it had been her destiny to use them as they had fitted her so well. 
Frankie assumed they'd never find out about this once he'd disinterred her as they were hardly likely to say anything about it. Anton would surely be able to repair the hatch as he did intend to free her...didn't he?

To be continued?