Extended Leave Part 4

Author: prisonerx
Title: Extended Leave Part 4
Date: 28 August 2005

As I hung suspended in the pit sealed in my rubber and leather cocoon I began to regret my decision to visit David and Jeff. Although I knew them both quite well and we had discussed the outline details of my visit I had never expected to find myself in such a position. It was one thing to prepare oneself for a testing time in captivity knowing it would not be easy. It was quite another to find oneself sealed in unbearably hot rubber, unable to see or talk and held in what amounted to an underground hellhole. If that was not enough to endure the electro butt plug kept switching on and off tormenting me and in spite of many attempts by me to push it out, it remained firmly in place.

I tried to think of the events of the past 48 hours. It seemed to me that my fellow inmates had little to put up with apart from being shackled and forced to work at site. None suffered the indignity of being locked in chastity or being gagged. I then remembered prisoner 249 but even he had been released from his torture and had joined his colleagues once more.

I noticed that the electro shocks had ceased. I waited expecting them to start again but time ticked by and nothing happened. I was grateful for this. I hung there quite still not having the strength to struggle anymore and there would be no purpose in doing so for I was unable to get out until somebody pulled me out of this hellhole and released me. I was sweating more and more and I could feel the trickle of sweat as it gathered in the extremes of my rubber cocoon. Only the sound of my breathing broke the silence surrounding me. My mind began to drift and I entered into that state often called "floating" by guys who shared similar experiences. My cock began to swell and I was desperate to cum. I tried to move a little in the hope that I could stimulate myself and shot my load but it was useless. Whatever else, these guys knew how to reduce a man to an object where he could do nothing other than contemplate his hopeless situation. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the metal door being opened. "Get ready to swallow 253, water coming!" said a voice. Within seconds water began to trickle through the tube inserted in my gag. I swallowed without difficulty as the flow was slow enough for me to handle. It was good to taste the cold water as I had begun to get very thirsty. Although I soon quenched my thirst the water kept coming and I had to keep swallowing. After what seemed like an eternity it stopped and I heard the door shut. My isolation returned, as did a slow but developing need to piss. It built up relentlessly and in spite of my determination to hold on until I was lifted out of the pit I could do so no longer. I felt the rush of warm liquid as it ran down my legs and anywhere it could find a channel to go. A feeling of utter humiliation ran through me as I hung there encased in rubber and now lying in my own piss.

Amazingly I must have drifted into a sleep as I suddenly became aware of a jerk upwards and realised I was being pulled towards the door. Within seconds I felt myself being lifted out and laid on the ground. Expert hands quickly began to release the series of bonds and open the padlocks, which had kept me, secure for several hours. At last the zip on the bondage bag was opened and I could feel fresh air. I was helped to my feet and as the boots and rubber suit were pulled off me my piss poured out onto the ground. "Dirty bastard, couldn't even hold his bladder" said a voice. "he should have been made drink it!" I didn't care because as the suit was removed I was able to see again although still wearing the rubber hood given to me earlier that morning. I saw David approach and he undid the gag and finally removed the hood. I was now naked apart from the ever- present chastity belt and for the first time in hours had no restraints of any sort. David asked me if I was ok and I nodded. A guard approached and he led me to one of the stone huts where I took a shower. He gave me back the orange coverall with my number on it and my socks and boots. Once dressed he told me to put my hands in front of me and he pulled leather mitts over them securing them with padlocks. He did not however restrain me any further but forced a muzzle over my face. This had the effect of closing my mouth but at least it was more comfortable than a gag. My jaws were aching so much from hours of wearing a gag that I was grateful for even this little bit of consideration. David came into the hut with Jeff. "I suppose you have wondered about the other inmates and why only you have been subjected to serious punishment. Well, as you know you have breached house rules and for that you have to pay. However if you come outside you will see that we are quite fair in this place as regards treatment of inmates".

As we emerged from the hut we turned to the right and I saw that the wooden structure was now complete. More than that suspended upside down and stripped to his orange jockstrap was one of the inmates. He was gagged and a chain joined the clamps, which were attached to his nipples. A guard with the usual balaclava was slowly but systematically flogging him. He jerked and grunted into hiss gag as each stroke hit him and it was obvious from the shape on his jock strap that he was fully erect. There is no need to tell the reader the effect this had on my caged cock! But there was more…..two other guys were spread-eagled on either side of the suspended prisoner. They were naked and trying to balance on their toes to relieve the stress on their arms. Both were also gagged and their nipples were clamped. A chain ran between both of them so as one struggled or moved the chain pulled the other's nipples. Any move by either of them meant the other suffered. Attached to their balls was a leather parachute to which were attached weights which were slung over a crossbar high above them. From the rivulets of sweat trickling down their chests it was clear to me that they were suffering. I almost felt sorry for them but having experienced a rough time since my arrival here I just thought I would watch their ordeal while I could. Every now and again a guard pulled on the weights to ensure they remained swinging causing the maximum discomfort to the unfortunate victims.

I looked around wondering where the remaining inmates were and it was then I noticed what looked like a mailbag hanging from one of the trees. Although there was no wind the bag was clearly moving about. "That is prisoner 249" said Jeff, "he didn't seem to learn from his punishment the other night so we mummified him and placed him in the mail sack out of the way for a while. The electro pads on his balls will remind him to behave." At the mention of electro I was reminded that my butt plug was still in place. There were still two remaining inmates and I couldn't see them anywhere. Just as I was thinking this Jeff pointed to my left near some of the bushes. A hooded figure in the regulation orange jockstrap was stretched out on the ground, his arms and wrists secured to wooden pegs in the ground. A long cord extended from his jock strap pulling tightly on his (erect) cock. I followed the line of the cord and my cock leapt at the sight. A head enclosed in a gasmask was protruding from the ground a few metres away. A head harness covered the gasmask and to this was attached the cord. The guy encased in the gasmask was buried up to his neck in the ground. So all six inmates were accounted for and now I began to wonder what would happen to me, after all I was now relatively free and compared with the previous 36 hours in a much more comfortable situation.

Just then a guard approached me and very quickly had pulled a spandex hood over my head. He undid the padlocks on the mitts and replaced them with the familiar shackles. Shackled hand and foot I shuffled along with him and then he forced me on to my knees and pushed me inside what I realised was a cage. "You will stay here while we deal with the others", he said, "then it will be your turn. Do you understand?" I mumbled a reply as best I could, as the muzzle was still strapped around my face. "I can't hear you," he said and with that I felt a jolt from the butt plug. He had a remote control I realised. I tried to shout a reply in the hope the electro would cease but I realised he had walked away leaving me to endure random shocks as the butt plug did its work. I lay in the cage, once again hooded and shackled wondering what new torment awaited me………