THE TREATMENT part 4

Author: masohotlthrsm
Title: THE TREATMENT part 4
Date: 16 December 2012

The Captain pressed the button. the pain shot up its cock pushing deep into its body & Tim jerked rigid. The Captain held the button down- in less than a minute the quality of Tim’s screams changed- short rapid, full throated--- it was shrieking. Then the noise stopped & Its head fell back.

‘Give the piece of shit a shot and get another one ready- double the dose when you refill it.’

Lee pressed the needle into a swollen vein on its arm. Within a few seconds it revived-it hadn’t escaped the pain-it was still on the bar with the clips attached to its body.
Captain B was standing next to the bar - Tim watched intently as the Captain turned the knob to 7
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it started to panic and then the current came on, worse this time, stronger, longer this time. it realized what it had felt before was nothing. its whole body was consumed by the pain but there was no relief, the stimulants keeping it conscious and its nerves hyper sensitive- it just kept shrieking like an animal. When the current stopped its cock and ass were throbbing and burning, it was gasping- snot dripping out of its nose, fighting to get enough air---- and then the electricity was on again—
it prayed for death.

The cycles continued unabated, wearing it down with fear and pain. It never knew what the Captain was going to do next, hold the button down continuously or slide his finger on and off the button to jerk it like a marionette- each a different agony pushing it to one result- breaking its will.

it was unable to beg anymore- the only sounds it made were the horse screams being forced out of it- it was just an animal manipulated by pain. Captain B could see that its eyes were no longer focusing properly. He wanted it fully aware of everything that he was doing to it .

‘shoot it up again”

After five minutes Captain B grabbed its ears and looked at its eyes- he could see the stims were now fully working on it, it was wide awake and its eyes were moving nervously and it was shaking slightly from the drugs’ effects.

‘Tim we’ve doubled the dose of the drug- I can see you feel the effects—they will make you much more sensitive to the pain & keep you totally focused for as long as I want. The machine is only set on 7. Can you imagine what it will be like when its on 10?’

you are going to tell me what I want to know eventually- everyone does. -tell me what I want and this can all end- no more drugs, no more pain…’ ‘Don't you want it to end? You've suffered so much, haven't you? Just think of what it would be like to be free again, free to do whatever you want, free of all this pain and abuse. Wouldn't you like that?’

He waited till Tim was staring at the box in his hand-its eyes remained fixed on that box as The Captain moved it The captain knew it was time to ‘turn the screws’ on it hard —to break it. Tim could see The Captain move the knob to 10.

‘—who did you meet with?’

The button was pressed again. It was in extremis- its head hanging towards the floor as the pain speared through it and the only thought it had was the pain-- it screamed & screamed with all the strength it had, the sound muffled only when vomit poured out of its mouth and nose. When the current stopped It coughed, choked and cried out as it madly fought to force air into its lungs. its agony was continuous- its cock on fire like hot needles were being pushed into it- its cramping bowels kept it writhing on the bar- each breathe was pure agony, its mouth &-throat were raw while its lungs burned from the bile it had sucked up into them.

The Captain waited until its breathing was slowing and pointed at it. Lee grabbed its head so it was looking at the box in The Captains hands. It started to fight and jerk on the bar in pure terror. The Captain smiled at it and said nothing. It saw the Captain move his finger back to the button. it started to frantically yell’

‘ JOHN CAMERON__JOHN CAMERON…. he knows everything you want-- I swear it’s the truth, -- the others were George and Ben……. I don’t know their last names but I can help you find them====please I’m telling you the truth … ill never lie to you again ---there are others too J can help you find, ……PLEASE ..don’t turn it on again ………………………’

The captain handed the box to Henry, Tim could see the thumb on the silver button- waiting for the order. Captain B pulled his chair close to Tims head and the questions continued.

It told them every detail about the men it had betrayed- where they lived-worked- comments they made- their friends & aquaintances, then It gave its interrogators additional names of anyone it could think of as being disloyal. It answered every question as quickly as it could. There was no going back, it had signed its death warrant with its former comrades- now it had new Masters to serve.

Captain B approached the senior officers watching the interrogation
‘SIR, the traitor has given us the names and necessary information so the leaders can be apprehended. We also now have many more leads of disloyal pigs to investigate, SIR.’

The General stood- ‘Excellent Captain, insure that no mistakes are made in the apprehensions’

‘SIR, May I request that the disposition of the traitor be left to my discretion- it can be made useful as we interrogate the new subjects.’

‘Agreed- prepare the orders for my signature’- then the General walked towards the door.

As the last witness left It was still hanging on the bar. Despite the absence of any current- it was writhing and shifting as the pain in its abdomen, quadriceps, wrists and gluteals kept escalating- the cumulative effects of the ‘perch’ had its full attention.

‘Take it down’

The guards lifted and placed the bar on the floor & cut its wrist tie. It just stayed on the floor trying to move its extremities- its wrists screaming in agony-its hands purple and without feeling, the joints in its arms/legs/pelvis aching.

The captain was sitting watching it-- ‘ bitch- crawl over here and make it quick’
it fought to extend its arms and legs and get on its knees- as it tried to move forward its joints felt like knives were being pushed into them, no matter the pain it hurried towards The Captain

“ right in front of me—‘
‘see those boots’
it looked at the calf high officers dress boots,
‘lick them—do it right’

It leaned forward and its head almost touching the leather, it licked the toe in wide swaths covering it from side to side—

Captain B watched as the boot started to shine from its saliva--- he talked to it quietly as its tongue slid over the uppers side-working to the heel ‘ You’re weak……………, you’ve begged like a cunt for me not to hurt you and betrayed your friends because you have no balls……….

It was leaning forward-Its head was turned, its tongue lapping on the heel

‘you’re a confessed traitor--a fucking dog---- my dog….an undated execution warrant has been signed for you. , I alone decide if the sentence is carried out & what happens to you until then……’

Its tongue had covered every inch of both boots uppers- it started to slick the right shaft in long strokes

‘to stay alive ………you’re going to do anything I order—anything’

It had moved its head to the left shaft- it was doing everything it could to please The Captain

‘You’ve experienced just a few of the things that will happen to you if you displease me…’

Lee walked up behind it- ‘Look at the faggot- it’s getting hard’- then he kicked it in the balls, it fell forward onto its side and grabbed at its crotch

‘Cuff it’

Lee grabbed its arms and pulled them behind its back Henry snapped a pair of cuffs on its numb wrists and pushed the ratchets tight. The Captain raised his soles so just the heel edges remained on the floor- Lee pushed its head under the left boot

The Captain smiled ‘Get back on those boots= I decide what you do, cocksucker”.

It started to lick the soles—it could feel the grit and taste the sour filth the captain had walked on- it was tasting some of the filth that had been forced out of it--Lee put his boot on its neck- it pushed its tongue out as far as it could and quickly started cleaning the smooth leather again. It worked hard to get every bit of filth off it. Then the other boot slid over to its face and it quickly put its tongue back to work. It covered every inch and slid its tongue along the heel/sole edge.

‘That’s a good dog-you’ve earned a reward’

Captain unzipped his pants and freed his hard cock, leaned back in the chair and spread his legs.

Lee grabbed it under its arms lifted it and put it on its knees in front of the Captains spread legs.
‘Open wide- time to suck’ then he pushed its open mouth onto the Captains cock until its nose was buried In the Captains pubic hair.

The captain grabbed its head- ‘get that tongue moving bitch’ .

Captain B looked down in satisfaction as it sucked his cock. For him there was always that extra special excitement in watching a once arrogant bitch like this one submit to him- wrapping its lips round his shaft while he sat there just guiding its head so as to achieve the greatest pleasure.

‘That’s right...there...oh yes, use that tongue...yes right there...,’ he said quietly. For a couple of minutes there was silence except the obscene slurp and suck of its busy mouth. its lips were in a tight o, keeping as much suction as it could while its tongue worked under the swollen tube. as it its head was forced to slowly slide up and down on the nine inch pole, Tim’s eyes were closed as it concentrated all its thoughts and efforts on the cock in its mouth- it was desperate- it didn’t want to experience any more of The Captain’s displeasure. It kept swallowing when the bulbous head was down its throat- The captain smiled- it was talented- he’d been right, he was going to have fun with this one.

‘How foolish of you to not to have told me what I asked before all that pain- unfortunately now I know how much I like to hear you scream.

Henry walked back to a table and picked up a cane- the last eight inches had been cut in strips and soaked.

Captain B nodded

Henry took his position and swung the bamboo in a flat, hissing arc.

'Whap!'

The sharp, flat sound echoed in the chamber as the impact jolted it forwards driving the Captains cock deep in its throat. Its muffled scream vibrated on his cockhead and then its throat closed tight.

A single, white stripe appeared on the skin, a stripe that quickly turned deep red—its head was already bobbing back and forth again its tongue even more passionately caressing the taught skin of the rigid flesh.

‘Push your ass back and keep it up you piece of shit- - you’re going to get 20 more strokes, one a minute,,,,,,,,,,,,,,- If he finishes before you make me cum – you’ll pay the price.’

Henry waited for the moment when his victim’s bottom was thrust back at its most exposed, then he swung his arm in turn and the split bamboo sliced into the crease at the top of its thighs with a wet ‘thwock!’ Quite deliberately he whipped the rod in short so the thin bamboo strands curled round into the cleft of its bottom, the knife-like ends catching its balls in an agonizing caress.
. Henrys arm swung with a cruel, regular rhythm, the cane biting viciously into the naked buttocks with each stroke. The hot kiss of the bamboo was agonising, each stroke bringing another gasp of pain and another burning red weal across the smooth cheeks that were forced out so invitingly. it feverishly worked sucking that cock, with each stroke its ass lit & up pushed it to greater passion to serve the man that now controlled it Finally, Henry paused breathing heavily and grinning across the twitching, sweat-soaked body before strolling to one side

‘You failed cocksucker’
‘- time to pay the price’

It turned its head and fixed its eyes on the middle of the room. It knew the two waist high posts that jutted vertically from the concrete floor were where ‘the price was going to be paid. Set about three feet apart they were battered by long use. Thick, leather straps with strong brass buckles were fixed to the base of each post with more straps halfway up. The metal u-shaped brackets at the top of each post held the bar it had so recently occupied..

The concrete between the posts was discolored, dark and mottled with stains-it was wet with the fluids that had been so painfully forced out of its body.

Lee tugged it to its feet and grabbed its cock and pulled it forwards until it was standing between the posts.

‘Get your legs apart bitch, right apart so your feet are round the outside of the posts.’

Before it could obey Henry deliberately stamped on its bare toes then kicked its foot sideways. He chuckled nastily, ‘better do it quick or we’ll do that again....’

Biting back the blazing pain in its foot it shuffled its legs apart, trying to follow orders. Lee lifted his hand to balance it while the other one forced its ankles against the outsides of the posts. Instinctively, it squatted slightly, trying to relieve the twisting strain in its calves as the leather ankle straps were buckled then cinched tight. The awful straddled position became even worse as he forced its shins against the pole before buckling the other straps around each leg just below the knee.

‘Now to fix you up good and ready...’ The other man grabbed its upper arms from behind and it was pulled backwards. A thick round rod, the rod that so recently had suspended it in its agony, was put back in the brackets. Henry flipped over two catches so the bar was fixed and unmovable. it was pushed forwards against it. As it curved forwards over the pole it saw the man studying its body to check that the bar was positioned exactly across its hips.

‘OK, do its hands now.’ it grunted with relief when he unlocked the handcuff and it could bring its arms from behind its back. The pleasure of being able to move and rub the deep reddish purple weals round each wrist was short-lived. Henry grabbed its wrists and pulled it forwards over the bar, stretching its arms out horizontally- lee concentrated on strapping its wrists together with hands outstretched and palms together, using turn after turn of thin, strong cord--it felt something metal being forced between its wrists. Lee finished pushing the iron hook into position before running the attached rope across to another hook fixed at shoulder height on the wall.

‘iiiiiiiaaaaaaayyyy!’

The moans became screams of pain as Lee hauled the rope taut, dragging its hands forwards and up into the air. The screams became shorter, turning into gasping protests as its body was stretched out at an angle. It’s bottom was curved taut over the thick bar; the cheeks splayed wide by its obscene straddle between the posts. The tightness of the rope kept its upper body stretched, its chest heaving with every painful breath.

Henry watched the tension in its outstretched arms; the way its muscles, especially around its ribs and the hollow of its abdomen were forced into stark relief by the torturing pull of the rope. ‘That’s enough man, leave a little slack for it to dance a bit.’ The tension in the rope eased slightly and its head hung forwards between its outstretched arms.

The Captain snapped his fingers and Lee pushed a little trolley next to it. There was a black metal box on the bottom shelf with a smaller box on the top with a jumble of wires and connections- it knew these only too well. The man walked away to the side of the room unrolling a black cable. He bent down, fumbled with something and it heard a click. A single red light glowed on the side of the box on the bottom of the trolley and it could hear a low hum coming from it.

The Captain got up and came over to the restrained creature. ‘Remember I told you the swelling made things easier? Watch carefully--after all we don’t want the clips coming off before we finish do we.’ He rolled his thumbs over its nipples, deliberately working the already taut skin to make them jut up even harder. Satisfied that they were as hard and erect as possible, he let them go and reached across to the trolley. Captain B held up a wire to let it see the brass crocodile clip attached to the end of it. He brought the clip closer then deliberately opened so she could see the sharp triangular teeth lining the jaws.

‘Left first, I think we’ll try lengthways’ it stared down at its body, eyes fixed on the captain’s hand holding the open clip. The teeth of the tapered jaws grazed the blunt spike of its nipple. He grinned down at it, waited for just a moment then relaxed his grip.

‘F-F-Fuck-fuck-fuck………. n-n-n-haaaaaah!’ He waited until it finished swearing then pressed the jaws together. ‘GAAAAAAAH!’. Captain B let it wait for long seconds; letting it feel the fierce, throbbing grip of the electrode, allowing it to anticipate what it would feel like when the other one was clipped on.

He took his time positioning the other crocodile clip. Again it strained against its restraint as the clip dug in then screamed out as he pinched the jaws shut. ‘Better check they’re secure,’ the captain said smiling with pleasure as he took hold of both clips, waited for it to look at him then, very slowly, increased the pressure of his fingers squeezing the toothed clips shut on the sensitive peaks.
Drops of sweat flew as it shook its head and screamed, body trying to jolt up and down rapidly as it coped with the blazing pain in its teats.. Finally Captain B nodded and let go- leaving a brass electrode bobbing from the tip of each tit like some obscene piece of jewelry.

The Captain slowly rubbed his fingers along the exposed hollows of its armpits and down the side of its rib cage.

It twisted its head from side to side, trying to see behind it as it felt the fingers moving from its waist across the soft swell of its bottom cheeks. His fingers wriggled into the open cleft of its bottom and it jerked as though electrocuted.

‘ oh yeah, that’s tight...’ The finger worked deeper, stretching the circle of its bruised & bloody anus...probing into the heat of its bottom- its rectum was wet.

it twisted round, peering back over her bound arms as he walked behind it, the thick nine inch blunt horn of flesh bouncing and swaying as it jutted away from his groin.. ‘P-please...please don’t It’s s-s-so suh-suh-sore... Gaaaaah! Naaah...aaah, noooo...p-pleeeeese!’

His hand slid between the parted cheeks, fingers moving down to probe the stiff rod between its legs ‘Ah-hah,’ he chuckled ‘It seems you find the experience of being caned and sucking cock exciting I can tell.’ He rubbed his fingers along the wet slit ‘A true faggot slut...despite all the protests and resistance—what you want is pain and a man’s cock in you’ He gripped its hips and moved closer. It jerked and gasped in pain as the mat of hair at his groin scratched across the horribly sore weals barring its bottom.

Strapped in place and wet as it was, there was nothing it could do to resist the long slow thrust of his cock deep into its brutalized hole. it felt his thickness stretching and filling it-the raw skin screaming- his cockhead pressing against its prostate with each stroke. its feeling of pleasure increased by the burning pain of his hands touching the rawness of its buttocks. His nails scraped deliberately and unbearably across the network of raised lines.

Lee checked the connections where the two wires plugged into the back of the control box.. He grinned when The captain held up three fingers, he twisted the dial and then picked up the box- his thumb restied on the silver button next to the dial. He licked his lips and smiled at the restrained victim knowing exactly what was going to happen when he pressed it. it bent its head forwards, mouth open and panting slightly, staring at the brass clips on its teats as the strokes rhythmically continued in its ass. its eyes followed the wires down across the floor to where they were plugged into the control box. its head shook as though it was denying what was about to happen or that hits struggles would make any difference.

‘Watch the button’ The captain spoke softly ,the long strokes of his cock beginning to quicken from the surge of sexual pleasure he always felt at this point in a torture session.

Lee grinned and rubbed the hard bulge in his trousers. He watched the Captain’s face, saw that brief nod and his thumb moved. There was a soft buzzing sound but, for a few moments, it didn’t react at all. Suddenly it arched violently against the straps, tendons showing beneath its tanned skin as it strained in spasm, locked in agony with the current fizzing through its tits.

Captain B savored its tortured cries as its muscles clenched and spasmed around his cock, massaging him like a warm, velvet glove that tightened to grip him so wonderfully. each time the current stopped he raked his nails across the bruised and bloody marks left by the cane. its cries became louder as the speed of his strokes increased and his fingers hooked into claws that pinched and gripped the meat of its bottom cheeks

‘That’s it....harder now...make me cum you dog...go on...squeeze harder now...HARDER you traitorous bitch...SQUEEZE ME!’ His words were low pitched, a private chant to spur his own excitement more than anything as he dug his fingers in, gripping its abused flesh and prying its cheeks apart so he could fuck it even harder and deeper.

For it there was pleasure as well, pleasure it couldn’t resist- it couldn’t help responding to the deep reaming thrusts that were stimulating its prostate so exquisitely. Its sexual arousal made its rectum get wetter and wetter; it could hear the familiar liquid squishing noises as the captain pistoned into its body. Gradually the pain and the pressure on its prostate was turning into another kind of pressure as it felt its own orgasm building.

But its reactions were of no interest to the sadistic captain intent on his pleasure. A series of final, ramming thrusts and a sudden bark of triumph signaled his climax. it felt the pulsing jets squirting from his cock deep inside it and pressed back wriggling its hips desperately trying to trigger its own release too. But it was no use, a sudden emptiness and the feeling of cold slimy trails of its own body’s juices mixed with semen trickling down its inner thighs brought reality crashing back.

One hand slapped across the its right buttock as the Captain pulled his wet, softening penis free.

The Captain walked to the table near the wall and picked up the wire brush that so brutally reamed the tissue in its ass.

He walked back and showed it that brass brush- ‘remember I said that later we would use this again- its time’. He reached up to its nipple and tore the clip off the tip.

As he walked back behind it, it watched him rubbing his hands over the bristles of that brush. It screamed madly as it was shoved up into its rectum—the bristles pushing into its prostate. It stopped moving- it desperately wanted to keep the bristles in place. The Captain attached the clip to the handle that jutted from its hole.

He walked back to his chair and relaxed- taking a cigar from his pocket he lit it and took a drag. ‘Keep it on the same level- 2 minutes on- three minutes off—we’ll work on it for two hours—no breaks—‘

Its agony was music to his ears—as he smoked his cigar he savored its changing screams. When during the first hour it ejaculated while it was in the throws of agony, he laughed—this one was going to be here a long time. Let me know if your interested in any further installments- likely they would include bullwhipping/waterboarding/burning and cutting.