THE TREATMENT part 6

Author: masohotlthrsm
Title: THE TREATMENT part 6
Date: 18 March 2013

Tim and John continue to suffer under interrogation from part 5:





Tim freed from his bondage pushed itself to its hands and knees, John still attached to the post watched as the strong man he knew crawled unsteadily to the Captain looked up to his face and bent forward and kissed each toe of his boots= then the prisoner heard its words ‘thank you MASTER’..
The Captain looked straight at the prisoner-

‘both of you are filthy traitorous dogs- this worthless piece of shit screams, sucks our cocks, gets fucked by us & then thanks us for it because that’s what we want’.

The Captain pointed at the toe of his boot--It bent its head and started licking The Captains boots in wide swaths

‘In just a few minutes ---you’ll be begging, pleading for the pain to end,—when it finally stops you’ll do exactly what he does, anything we order’.

LEE and Henry walked up to john’s sides and unclipped his restraint belt from the post. He started to struggle as they grabbed his arms. Lee loosened his grip and pulled a choke chain from his back pocket- he forced it over the prisoner’s head down to the neck and the pulled it tight and started to twist-

‘Stop fighting or you stop breathing’

They dragged him to the center of the room- it was his time to be on display under the floodlights. The captain had returned to his chair.

Lee would tighten the twist to make John gurgle then loosen it slightly-- john didn’t dare move as he fought to breathe through his garroted neck. Each limb of the prisoner was freed from the cuffs one at a time and tied, Secured in place on display under the floodlights, his neck chain was released and he was held in an x.
John watched as Tim crawled the last few feet towards the figures sitting in the shadows. Moments later John felt his shoulders lock and stretch as he was hoisted by the ropes into the air – almost immediately his wrists started to ache under the weight. When john looked back across the room- Tim was kneeling between the Captains boots, its head moving in that slow unmistakable rhythm of sex.

Lee picked up his cane

‘you remember this’ he swung the rattan in an arc in front of their victims face –‘ got something new for you- don’t want you to be bored, This time Henry is going to work on pulverizing your balls and I’m going to work on your tits- I’m going to cut the shit out of those fuckers- then you get your whipping.'

‘fyuk oouu’ he gabbled through the ring.

‘Tough guy- let’s see how tough you are’

Henry swung his cane in an arc and it smashed into the swollen orbs- john screeched and jerked. Lee swung hard and the end of the cane flexed as it cut across the right nipple- a higher pitched squeal reverberated around the room. The jerking and screaming become ever more intense as Henry laid 20 good ones on the prisoner’s balls and Lee laid a series of ten thin cuts in a crown of thorns across each of john’s teats... Between each strike they allowed the pain to ripen to soften him up. Half way through his ordeal he began begging for them to stop but the next stage was inevitable- the Captain expected the screams to amuse him for the entire time his cock was worshipped.

The Captain was sitting back watching the canes preparing john for the main course- he loved watching that arrogant bastard being broken down inch by agonizing inch while the bitch between his legs was enthusiastically working at its new profession. Listening to the inhuman screams of what was now just a creature under torture he looked down at the head twisting from side to side as it slowly moved up and down- its eyes were closed, intent on its task. He no longer had to force its actions ----with limited pressure it had submitted & his property had become what he expected- a pair of insatiable holes. He could just imagine what it could be turned into once it was sold. He was going to enjoy his twice yearly visits to ‘inspect’ its ‘confinement’ -----------his cock stiffened just a little more.

‘Suck harder you fucking slut-------- prove to me how much you want that cock’

it tightened its lips and its head kept increasing the speed of its strokes- it hammered up and down now like a machine –keeping full suction from the head till its mouth was filled to its throat. The Captain slid down just a little more in his chair and enjoyed several minutes of its newly expert oral skills

‘work on the head’

it pulled back to the Helmut it ran its tongue over the engorged head- sliding the face of its tongue side to side on the taught skin, running its tongue into the slit, its cheeks pulled in as it sucked as hard as it could and it tasted the ooze from the slit -the now familiar taste of precum, its tongue kept moving on that beautiful knob- the precum was delicious

‘------OHhhh YEAaH-- That’s right bitch- - uhhhhh-keep that tongue moving----- uhhhhh’ …………………

Lee and Henry walked over to the Marines who had been sitting and watching the canes doing their work and spoke to them. The Marines walked over to John- each had their whips in their hands.

‘Captain B has ordered you receive what the previous subject endured. We know you will enjoy it’

Each set himself and began their whipping. As John experienced the same process step by step as they used on Tim- John’s screaming was twice as loud. The noise echoed off the walls- the Marines were going to see how much agony they could inflict on the object they were torturing before its voice broke.

Tim heard the screams from behind it radiating through the room, as they became louder it became more excited. As was always true when its holes were at work: its cock was rigid, its balls pumping uselessly against its cath & its mouth worked harder. It wanted this cock so bad.

‘Down’—the words it was waiting for

it could feel the veins as its head slid down the pole, the swollen helmut popped into its throat and it started to swallow as it pushed every inch of cock it could get down its throat-its nose pushed hard into his pubic hair.

‘–swallow HARDER you fucking dog----- ---show your devotion to your master---------'

he grabbed its head and started slowly thrusting in its throat—it started swallowing as hard as it could---

‘yeah work on it—that’s a good slut’

its lung were screaming for oxygen when it was allowed to raise its head and violently suck air into its lungs. The Captain raised his crotch just a little and it quickly forced its head down to the root and he started thrusting again

‘see what you get when you’re a good dog-you get to worship your new god- your masters cock ’

The cycle kept repeating- filling it lungs with air then on the signal filling its throat with cock until it allowed to rise. The captain enjoyed a leisurely hour watching the whipping as that talented throat worked on his cock.

The thrusting became harder and faster- finally its Master grabbed its head and yanked it down hard several times—each time he shot down its throat. Tim truly wanted to taste that precious juice but Tims wants didn’t matter- it was just an orifice.

‘Dog- you just had your reward- now you pay the price-‘
The Captain leaned over to Lee ‘take the worthless cocksucker next door, give it a good beating’

Lee and Henry stood- ‘Stand up cunt’. They grabbed its arms and hustled it out of the room and into the ‘treatment room’.

Upon entering the doorway it was maneuvered to the right past the chairs where The General had relaxed while it learned about the “perch”. It was halted beneath a rope with a hook on the end. It looked up at the pulley hanging from a bolt in the ceiling. Lee walked across the room to the table near the taps- he pickup up a pile of leather straps and walked back and dropped them on the floor in front of it –‘arms back--palms out” Henry grabbed his wrists and Lee wrapped a strap around its wrists & cinched it tight. Lee wrapped a one inch thick strap above its elbows and began to pull it tight-- it felt the pull in its biceps- a thinner strap tightened just below its elbows- its arms were now rigid. Henry fixed the hook in a ring riveted in the upper strap. He walked back to the wall and started turning the winch and it was pulled forward until its wrists pointed to the ceiling- its shoulders began to burn. Lee bent down and picked up two more straps and pitched one over to Henry. Lee pushed the strap through a ring in the floor and wrapped it around its ankles as Henry set one around its legs above its knees—both pulled them as tight as they could and set the buckles- within a few moments its hip joints started to ache. Henry dangled a thin rope in front of its face- tied to it was a ring with two thick s hooks hanging from it - lee shoved the hooks up each nostril and Henry ran the cord around the strap above its elbows- he pulled hard and its head stretched back- it was now forced to look forward straight into the center of the room, the bench it had occupied was what its head now faced. It heard the teeth of the winch moving- its joints were under full stress now- its entire body ached- it was almost rigid. Lee ran his hand over its asscheek,

‘Hey dog’– did you see how pretty the other pigs ass is- now that your strapped tight exactly the way he was--we’re gonna make yours look just like that’
Lee walked behind it and picked up a well-used prison strap.

‘--- Henry- come and give me a hand’

The other sadist walked over to its other side and Lee tossed him another prison strap. – Lee walked in front of its restrained face & put the strap in front of its mouth-

‘kiss it cunt- show how much you want us to beat you’

it opened its mouth and pressed against the smooth leather. It was getting excited thinking about what this was going to feel like.

They walked behind it and swung through an arc SLAP- its cheek lit up and its hips twisted despite its tight bondage.-
SLAP the cheek that it had pushed out got the hit full on- its hips twisted again-
SLAP –SLAP- SLAP- its hips twisted back and forth as its ass was heating up—it started to moan- it didn’t realize it but it started pushing its cheeks back between the strikes—

‘ look at it, the sick fuk likes this’ –

the straps kept swinging in an unbroken cadence.

As the straps kept working on its ass, it heard the door open and watched as john was forced towards the bench, he was struggling as much as he could in his transport restraints but it didn’t matter. It was forced down on the log as the guards held him in place- Tim remember the sensations being secured to the bench- stretched tight and in fear but having no real idea what the treatment was going to do to it --John kept yelling through the ring as the Marines tied its limbs and ran the ropes through the floor rings. As each limb was unlocked from its restraint the other Marine pulled it tight towards the floor. When it was secured in place each rope was yanked tighter to rack it tight. The Captain was impressed with their skill.

‘HENRY- LEE over here-this piece of shit needs your special skills- he pointed to the Marines let these gentlemen work over that stupid slut.’

Lee and Henry stripped to their jocks and boots and walked to the now occupied bench- as they walked past its face it saw their swollen cocks stretching their jocks. All it could think of looking at those swollen jocks was being bound on the bench, tortured and fucked. When it was on the bench it was so disgusted it had fought their sexual abuse every way it could- now just the thinking of those same acts it was erect like a pavlovian dog- it could taste and feel their cocks again.

As the Marines walked over they looked at each other knowingly smiling as they looked at its hard cock -this pervert was a masochist. Torturing masochists was always so much fun- first they begged, next they screamed and came, then the overwhelming pain/terror took over and the fun began; they would beg to do anything, piss and shit themselves & finally become no better than an animal. It stared at their skin gleaming with sweat and the bulge in their cammies until they left its view as they went behind it to the table and picked up fraternity paddles. Bound tight it tried to flex as much as it could, its joints ached while it waited all the time trying to hear what they were doing. it felt a paddle hit its ass hard, its butt indented- the 5/8 holes bored in each paddle insured there was no air resistance when it met its mark with full power--- it jerked forward and wrenching pain shot through its shoulders and then another paddle wholloped it from the other side – only a few cycles and it was bellowing and its ass was on fire.

The noise being forced out of the two victims rang through the room as lee was forcing the nozzle up John’s tight virgin rectum, Henry set up a line of full buckets behind the pump & the two marines picked up the cadence of the brutal beating Tim was enduring.

Each victim could only think of their own pain as their individual torturers had their rapt attention. The Marines were wailing on each cheek they were working on-- smiling as they sweated from the workout -- the paddles kept flying, landing hard, the blows moving up and down each buttocks. The outer layer of skin was getting white and peeling, each buttocks swelling & weeping. Now with each strike the blows barely indented the cheek, Tim was bellowing and almost dislocating its shoulders with each smack. At the same time Henry pumped the handle down as hard and fast as he could with less and less time between each repetition- they were not going to leisurely break John. In less than a half hour two buckets were empty and it looked pregnant- John was struggling in his restraint shrieking almost continuously through his ring gag.

The Captain thought about how physically tough the prisoner was- a perfect torture object, almost anyone else would have passed out from the speed they were accelerating its ordeal but this one just kept shrieking & shrieking- it was wonderful. The pressure was not going to relent- the Captain wanted that confession and those names quickly to please the General - after the information was wrung out of the prisoner & verified, they would leisurely torture him for as long as they wanted-- the brutality wouldn’t matter.

Lee was pulling the plug out of John at the same time as one Marine picked up a cane and the other one a 3 foot coax cable wire. The cane bit at the same time Lee first pressed on the bloated belly- both victims simultaneously shrieked, As Lee over and over pushed sharply on what was nothing more than a bag of fluid at this point- John’s stretched guts squirted straight out. As John was pumped, the Marines alternated their blows on their victims swollen ass- the cable raising welts about an inch apart and the cane cutting into the welts. Both victims shrieked and bucked madly. God, the Captain loved the sounds from these two- once John spilled his guts the two of them would get some long ‘Singing’ lessons.

The Captain had John filled and emptied again- John was gabbling through the ring begging to answer questions but The Captain ignored the noise. They prepared the prisoner for the final interrogation by filling him again-two and a half buckets were pressure stretching his guts when the gag was removed.

‘please, please take it out---god please—gawwwwwddddd– ill tell you. I’ll tell you, please let me tell you’

The Captain looked down at its head--- ‘ I know you’ll tell us--- but the pain can’t stop until you answer all my questions-- answer quickly and truthfully---------- be slow or lie and he’s going to have to press on those swollen guts to help you remember -

Lee pressed on the bloated belly just a little- john screamed----with the plug locked in place his colon just stretched more from the pressure-

‘it hurts so bad doesn’t it and we’ve barely started’

The Captain rubbed his fingers around the swollen rigid nubs on its chest and started rolling them between his fingers,

‘UHH UHHUH uuUHH’

he released his fingers

’- don’t waste our time or you will regret it‘.

The questioning started immediately and continued as john relayed every name and detail he could remember- to keep up the pressure, for even the smallest hesitation Lee massaged the prisoners swollen guts. Each of those times his screams blended for several minutes with the screams reverberating from across the room as the Marines continued beating and whipping their victim---

‘one last chance- anything else say it now---if I find you’ve lied to me, I will get the truth out of you most unpleasantly- imagine hours while I strip the skin off you inch by inch.’

‘It’s all true; I swear—please stop, please’

‘We’ll check your story- until then these men will keep you busy-
--Henry- gag him again and finish emptying that third bucket and then we’ll see how he likes our little telephone. Feel free to break in his holes.

unfortunately for Tim the prisoner had told the Captain about a meeting tim had not disclosed.

The Captain walked over to the side of the room in front of his screaming property.

‘stop’ –the Marines halted and stood back

‘Dog you forgot to tell us about one of your meetings- you’ve fucked up’

‘I’m sorry MASTER- I’M SORRY--it was a mistake- please MASTER I wouldn’t withhold anything from you’-
you know when you fuck up you must be punished, don’t you?

‘Y…e…s MASTER’

The Captain went to the table, pulled on a rubber glove and picked up a bowl.

‘you won’t forget this lesson you stupid bitch’

He returned to his victim---hanging, waiting for its punishment, it was breathing hard, despite all the pain it had endured-it was genuinely afraid. The Captain dipped the glove in the paste and started to rub it on its back- the captain ground the chunks of salt into the wounds-scrapping away the scabs that were just beginning to form-- the course mixture of salt and alcohol burned the open weal’s- - he dipped into the mix to get fresh alcohol for the now fully open wounds and slathered it on. The pain it felt was like nothing it had felt before- the burning just went on and on. It tried to adjust to the pain but the straps and its fixing rope allowed such limited motion, it looked like an undulating worm as it writhed in its bondage. He moved to its weeping ass and worked on it the same way and then he stripped off the gloves.

It hung in pain and watched the taller Marine move a large copper wash tub 6 feet from the bench John was being tortured on- the shorter Marine moved a short box in line--- then it saw a restraint board placed in the tub and leaning against the top of the box.

‘Dog, these men are expert at making sure you won’t forget anything this time as we check all you know again – you can see what they have prepared for you but I doubt you know the purpose, they are going to water board you with some additional refinements to keep your attention – as the first guest here to receive this special treatment they will demonstrate all the possible ways these methods can be of value to us--- unfortunately it is going to be a long painful experience for you.’
‘’crawl to the board, stand up and lie down on the board with your head in the tub-
‘
It started to crawl toward the tub It stood and then stretched out on the restraint board, the Marines were amazed- never had a waterboarding subject voluntarily put itself in jeopardy- the trolley with the magnetos was pushed between what was going to be two torture stations.

‘slide down 6 inches’ when it was in place the Marines began to pull the straps tight-across its chest tight to its underarms, across its chest/belly/crotch/ thighs/calf’s/ankles—the other marine forced a restraint block around the sides of its head, a heavy strap pulled its forehead tight in the blocks.it was rigid and could only move its fingers and feet. The tall Marine who had snake whipped it smiled at the bound victim, he picked up a Gerry can and poured water over its face, he placed a terry cloth hand towel over its eyes and nose, the other Marine started the water pour onto the cloth- it tried to hold its breath as it felt the cloth get soaked, the water kept flowing as its lungs ran out of air- it opened its mouth and water splashed inside the open hole as it sucked air in hard, its throat had water in it and it swallowed hard so it could breathe

They pulled the towel off its face, it was shaking- its face was beet red-veins pulsed in its shaved head, but what the Captain was drawn to were its eyes, its eyes showed pure terror the Captain had never seen in a victim before—even with the heaviest shocks from a magneto this wasn’t the reaction--his cock was hard as a rock in his pants. The Marine started asking questions and it tried to focus and answer but it was distracted- the other Marine was wrapping a thick bare copper wire around its balls- & john was shrieking, Lee had started turning the crank on the field telephone- then another wire connected to an alligator clip was attached to Tim’s ear-----it couldn’t see what was happening but he was being wired to another field telephone. Then the shock burned into its balls and it shrieked too.

‘he’s ready for the next stage’

The towel was placed over its face again-in the dark it held its breath and waited, the flow started against his face again -and then it happened- its balls lit up and it screamed-the air was forced out of its lungs and then it tried to pull air back down the cloth was sucked tight to its face--- it was fighting but no air was coming through- only water entered its nose, running down into the sinuses and the back of its throat, it felt like it was going to drown. Its balls lit up again-the miniscule air left in its lungs was expelled and it sucked the water from its throat hard into its esophagus- its lungs were empty to the bottom, the other marine cupped his hands around its nose and mouth to form a dam and a pool of water was held in place and it sucked fluid hard into its orifices again- despite the bondage it was madly fighting to move, to breathe, to live- it was a minute but it seemed like hours – the towel was pulled away and it swallowed and sucked it air and fought to clear its nasal passages for the minute it tried to recover, its neck and face were purple, it was vibrating. The Marine stared down into its face----‘talk to me’—it spewed out names and dates and places almost in a stream of consciousness until it was forced to scream again as its balls were fried relentlessly for almost 5 minutes. it tried to breathe again for a minute and The Marine spoke again—‘tell me again’. For 30 minutes it poured out everything it could think of – two minutes spilling its guts, one minute screaming madly as they cycled it over and over and over. After 30 minutes the Marine spoke to it again—‘try harder’ and the cloth was placed on its face again and the process repeated. Its trip to hell lasted two hours- each time under the flow increased as the Marines demonstrated the varying techniques. The Captain observed the results- very efficient- very effective.

The Marines unstrapped it from the board- it was unable to move from the ordeal

The Captain turned to Lee and Henry—

‘drag it to cell 1 and put it in standing cuffs, he then turned to the two guards at the back of the room—‘bring the prisoner from cell 4, we’ll see how it likes the board.’

He turned to the Marines and smiled-‘welcome to the team’—now we can have some fun with the other piece of shit’

Lee and Henry grabbed its arms and started to drag it out of the room- as it was pulled down the corridor Tim saw one of his former friends being frog walked by the guards past him towards interrogation, the poor bastard had no idea what they were going to do to him.

They finally came to the cell door with a 1 besides it - The door was unlocked and he was pushed inside. A pair of restraints hung from the center of the ceiling, it was a solid concrete box 8 foot square with a rectangle painted on one corner of the floor-a pile of chain like in cell 8 was affixed to a ring in the wall above the painted box - rings were spaced at varying heights and distances on the walls and on the floor in a grid—the number of agonizing positions a prisoner could be forced into in this room was almost unlimited

Lee pushed Tim into place under the restraints.

‘arms in front’- Henry snapped the cuffs on Tim and lee started to haul the rope up until Tim’s arms were rigid above its head- Henry wrapped a zip cuff around its ankles and yanked them tight.

‘Henry slapped its ass—‘ don’t worry, we’ll be back every once in a while to nhance your restraint- unfortunately you probably wont find each change of your situation to be an improvement

The torturers left the room and closed the door- Tim was left standing exhausted and aching in the dark.

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