By Mister-X / Spartan

When I woke up the next morning I had a severe pain in my butt.  I realized it was from the butt plug hitting the areas that had been stretched by the big guy when he raped me.  I’d forgotten where I was and what had happened, but the pain brought it all back to me.  I also noticed that I still had the cuffs on wrists and ankles, plus the big plug gag.

I looked around for my cell mate, but he wasn’t there.  Soon I heard the familiar sound of metal plates being sent into cells, and started getting ready for my daily morning feed and emptying.  I figured my cell mate was still being tortured, and wondered what was in store for me today.  I decided that whatever it was I had no choice but to quietly go along with it.  I was becoming that acquiescent prisoner they were working toward.

After the morning feeding and emptying I heard guards coming.  They came up to my cell and unlocked it.  I looked up and saw three guards each holding a bunch of chains.  I now knew what was next.  I’ve always liked being put into bondage with rope and leather, but I’ve hated chains.  It must have shown up on my testing.  Before long my ankles were wrapped in chains, my legs above the knees as well, chains were connecting my ankles to my cuffs in a tight hogtie, heavy chains were wrapped tightly around my stomach and chest, a long chain was wrapped tightly several times around my neck, another chain had been connected to the chain around my neck and had been pulled up and over the overhead beam to be connected to the back, pulling me up to rest on my knees, and another chain was wrapped around my neck with weights attached to it that were draped down my back side.  Smiley was in charge of this again.  As the guards finished and were leaving, he smiled and said, “adios, amigo”.

I wondered how long I was going to be kept this way.  I figured I was becoming the main entertainment for the other prisoners in the cells.  In my journeys around I hadn’t seen any of them constrained like this.  It became another day of enduring severe bondage.

Later that day my cell mate was returned.  He hardly looked at me when he came back.  He looked like he had been through some severe punishment.  He just went to his cot and soon fell fast asleep.

The next morning I was still strung up in chains, so could not eat or empty out.  My cell mate was able to get his fill and empty out, but immediately afterward went back to lie down on his cot.  I figured they must have done quite a number on him.

Later Smiley and his goons came by with their batons.  They let my cell mate have it, but they didn’t hit me.  Instead they checked to see if the chains were tight enough, and tightened them where they could.  One place they tightened was to lift me higher off the floor.  It was difficult for my knees to find a place on the floor where they could touch.

When the goons came back, they checked on me again and found that my knees were off the floor, but I was still conscious, since the pressure wasn’t enough to tighten the chain around my neck.  So smiley lifted me into the air about a foot off the floor.  He said something to the guard in Spanish when he left.  I figured he wasn’t sure I would stay conscious like that, and told the guard to check periodically to make sure I was still conscious.  Somehow I managed to maintain consciousness, which was probably unfortunate, since they kept me that way.

I couldn’t sleep that night.  My muscles were aching something awful from being in the tight, cramped position for that long.  Later that night smiley came in carrying something, and let me down.  It was a cage.  He kept me in the chains I was in, put me into the cage as I was, chained me to the six sides of the cage, and hoisted the chain connected to my neck back up so that I was now in the cage a foot off the floor.  It was a tight fit in the cage.  I wondered what kind of material the cage had been made from.  It couldn’t be metal, because the extra weight I was now supporting didn’t seem to weigh that much.  I also wondered how long this was going to go on.

The next morning at feeding and emptying time, they fed my cell mate as usual and came in to feed me while in the cage.  They went through the usual process of feeding and emptying.  When they removed the butt plug and held the plate under me, I must have left some of it on the cage bars, because I smelled it the rest of the day.  At least I was no longer constipated.

The chains started digging into my body.  I had long since lost feeling in my extremities, and wondered if gangrene was going to set in.  Finally, later in the day, they lowered me down, took me out of the cage, and removed the chains from the lower part of my body, removing the padlock from my ankle cuffs and helped me up onto my feet.  It took some time before I was able to stand on my own.  Then they started marching me off, all other chains connected to my upper body, with one of the guards holding the rest of the chain that had been holding me up off the floor.  I had no idea where I was being taken, but could make a good guess.

When I got to the torture room, I realized I had guessed right.  I wondered what was next for me.  They took me to that little metal cage.  They first attached the padlock to my ankle cuffs and put the chains around my ankles and my knees as before, as well as chaining my wrists to my ankles in a tight hogtie.  Then they pushed me down so that my chest was on my knees and pushed me into the cage.  It was a tighter fit than before due to the extra chains, but they managed to get me in.  Then they attached a winch to the chain end which they’d brought along that had been used to pull me up, and hoisted me and the cage into the air with that.  I was up about three feet off the floor.  They started attaching a lot more chains to any part of me or a loose chain that was near a side of the cage so that I was tightly attached to the cage.  Soon I couldn’t move any part of me.

Then I heard them bring something over to put underneath me.  They came from a different direction, so I couldn’t see what it was.  After it was in place, they lowered me down.  I soon realized it was a bunch of nails sticking up.  I was now resting on nails again.  They left me there like that and went to attend to other prisoners.  Every so often they would come back and jiggle the cage, or raise me so they could reposition the nails, then lower me again.  It was difficult, but I managed to not make a sound.

After an hour or so of this, they raised me and pulled the nails aside, and brought something else over.  After they lowered me again, I realized that this was probably a series of candles, and that I was now positioned over a series of burning candles.  I started smelling my hair burning, and started feeling my flesh heating up.  Before I could catch fire, but after I’d heated up pretty good, they removed that, lowered me to the floor, and picked up the candles to start dripping hot wax through the top part of the cage.  That hurt a lot.  I knew not to make a sound, though.

Finally they put the hot wax aside and tipped the cage over so that it was resting on a different side.  Then they lifted it up and started the process again with the nails protruding into me on a different side of the cage.  This went on until they had completed the process on all six sides.

Again, it was all I could do to keep from screaming from the pain.  I had to have been there being tortured like that for at least eight hours.  At last I was just raised back up into the air and kept like that for a period of time to recuperate.  My muscles were quite upset at being kept cramped and confined in that position, but there wasn’t anything I could do.  I couldn’t move anything.

At last they came by and lowered me down.   Four of them picked up the cage, one on the front and back of each side, and carried me over to what looked like a metal safe.  They strapped a gas mask on my head with a long hose attached to it.  They unlocked the safe to reveal another cage of the size I was in with another guy in it who also had a gas mask attached.  Smiley pushed a button, which lifted up the top shelf which had been resting on the top of the cage.  The four guys proceeded to remove the guy from the safe.  He was shaking like a leaf and sobbing uncontrollably.  I figured he must suffer from claustrophobia.

After he was removed, they put me in the safe, connecting my hose to a hole that accessed the outside to some bubbler bottles which were mostly filled with water.  Then they lowered the shelf down to where it was resting on the top of my cage, and they closed and locked the safe door.

So there I was, locked inside a thick metal safe.  It was pitch dark, I couldn’t move a muscle, and there was no sound that penetrated those thick walls.  I figured at least I could yell all I wanted to, except for that big plug gag I had on.  All I could do was wait it out.  I was getting a little panicky, and decided this was not good, since I knew I was going to have a long time in there, so I might as well just relax and accept it.  Fortunately, I had no trouble breathing through the gas mask, though I had to put some effort into forcing the air through the water in the bubbler bottles, which was not easy since there was little room for my chest to expand.

I was in that safe for hours, but how many I had no idea.  It was like being buried alive somewhere.  You start fantasizing about the walls closing in on you.  You begin wondering if you will ever be let out.  After a while your life starts flashing before you.  You start wondering if this is it, the end of your life, and you begin to think of all the things you’d planned to do with your life but wouldn’t be able to do.  It was a time of major reflection for me.

I also thought of everything that had been done to me so far in the way of punishment, and what else lay ahead of the items I had reacted to.  And finally I was trying to drop off to sleep, though it was quite difficult considering the position I was in.

I woke up to the door to the safe being opened.  Hans was there.  He unstrapped my gas mask and gag so that I could talk.  He asked me “how are you enjoyink ze punishment so far?  What are ze main ones zat you’ve hated?”

I didn’t tell Hans what I hated most, not wanting to have my stay filled with those.  But I figured I finally had a chance to explain how I had gotten into this.  I told him, “I was drunk when I filled out the form asking for maximum punishment.  I was thinking I was superman and could take anything you could dish out.  In my sober state I know better.  This was all a mistake.”

He replied, “Too late now.  Ve are required as part of ze agreement between zis facility und ze government to fulfill ze instructions ve had been given in writink, notarized as zey vere.  And remember zat ze form stated zat ve are required to ignore any pleas to slacken ze punishment.”

He didn’t have to remind me.  I thought about that every day.

Hans further said “our objective viss all prisoners is to make zem acquiescent, accepting of any and all punishment, cravink more.  But since you believe zat zey vere not supposed to be administered, as you have just told me, zen ve have not achieved our objective as yet, and should probably step up ze intensity.”

At hearing this I exploded.  “What you are doing is so much more intense than most human beings could tolerate.  It’s cruel and sadistic.  If you up it any more it would probably kill me.”

Hans replied “Zat vould be too bad, but it happens to a lot of ze prisoners.  Remember, you are to be treated just like any osser maximum security prisoner, and a lot of zem die from ze treatments zey are given.  But as long as you are still rebellious and not acquiescent, ve have to keep punishink you until you are.  Ve need to strip you of your identity and turn you into a bondage slave who craves severe punishment.”

Then I started to get a little worried.  “I’ve only signed up for a month of this.”

“You didn’t read ze entire contract.  It states zat it is up to us vether to release you after your time period, zat ve can keep you here longer.  If you haven’t turned into a bondage slave accepting of ze punishment and cravink more, ve keep you here until you are.”

“But you can’t do that.”

“Ve can do viss you vhatever ve vant.  You haff no control or say over anyzink.  You are in Guatemala, not ze United States.  American laws do not apply here.”

With that he strapped the gag back on me, closed the door, and left.

I was sweating big time after that conversation.   I suddenly realized that I was in a big time predicament.  I had a lot to think about.

In a couple of hours Smiley and his goons were back.  They pushed the button to lift the lid covering me and removed the cage from the safe.  But it was just to feed me and to empty me out.  When they finished that, Smiley put his fingers over my nostrils, and not being able to give any indication of when I was about out of air, since I couldn’t move anything, I soon passed out.

When I woke up I was extremely disoriented.  Nothing seemed right.  I didn’t know if I’d died and was walking down that proverbial long tunnel toward a white light that people talk about.  Finally I realized that I was back in that cage in the safe again, trying to breathe through the gas mask.  Apparently my breathing had changed outside, because it was now harder to get air through the bubbler bottles.  They must have made them much bigger and fuller than before.  It was all I could do to force my lungs to breathe air through all that water.  True to his word, Hans had upped the intensity.

 

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