Tazina Lake High Security Corrections Facility - Chapter 5

Author: BuiltHard
Title: Tazina Lake High Security Corrections Facility – Chapter 5
Date: 13 August 2010

I am Prepared for My Sentence
By Built Hard

The lights were suddenly on and I was again blinded from what was happening in my small cell. I was really confused and had forgotten what I had gotten myself into. There were dark figures walking around in front of me but I seemed to be frozen in place as if frozen in a block of ice. Oh, my memory was returning. I was immobilized in the cells frame and my gut and bladder were really full.

“Looks, like we were wrong,” I heard John said as if I could answer back. “You took another 6.5 ounces, which by procedure we will have to round up to a full pint. That make your standard load a gallon and a pint, or 128 ounces, plus 16 ounces, for a total of 144 ounces.”

I tried to make a loud protesting scream but it apparently went unnoticed by Henry and John as they began to again mess with my plumbing.

“Well, I do have some good news for you,” Henry said. It is time for us to release your standard load and let you have a good piss.

Because my neck was braced so I could only look toward the IV bag rack, I could not see what they were doing to my body. I did, however, feel Henry working on something in my dick. It felt like I was wearing a tube catheter deep inside my erect dick and suddenly there was a clicking sound. I could feel the piss flowing out of my dick freely and to my relief my bladder pain slowly started to lessen.

I heard another click and slowly the pressure in my gut receded. I remembered seeing the hose that they must have inserted up my ass. It had holes throughout the length of the tube and they were slowly draining the huge test load they had made me take over night. Although it seemed to take forever for my gut to empty the initial pressure release was enough to remove the hard threshold of extreme pain.

“I would close my eyes, if I were you,” John said. “It is shower time and it’s a two step process. First you will be disinfected and then you will be rinsed. The process will take some time, but you will still be able to breath as you are on a forced respirator.”

I did as he asked as I had learned by now that since I did not know what was coming next, I had better play it safe. So far this had been one nightmare after another, and I knew no way to free myself from the restrictive outfit, and steel body frame that held me at their mercy.

The water started to flow from some sort of shower like device on the top of my rubber suit. Water flowed down to my feet, then started to fill my suit with increasingly larger amounts of the solution that stung my flesh and made it tingle in pain.

“The disinfectant also contains a depilatory,” Henry said. “Although we shaved you yesterday, this daily cleaning is designed to keep you free of hair at all times. Today’s first cycle has been extended, so we can check for any leaks in your suit. We did follow regulations yesterday, but there is always a possibility of a small leak in the system. You will notice that the fluid temperature is not cold to the touch. You are supposed to be in an oppressive temperature constantly to keep your body shedding its toxins.”

I guess I felt happy that all the sweet that my body had given off in the almost a day of wearing of this heavy rubber suit. When the water from the built-in shower in my rubber mask had filled my suit to the top of my neck, it stopped filling. I expected it to drain at this point, but it did not and John and Henry, simply stared at me looking for leaks for about an hour. The depilatory really irritated my skin and I wished I could do something to speed the process and get the water rinsed off. Finally my pair of tormentors left the room and turned off the lights.

Nothing seemed to happen at first then I felt the level of fluid in my neck begin to drop. It reached the level of my inflamed tits. The suit seemed to train very slowly although I am sure the amount of liquid inside the suit must have distended it some as I felt like the rubber was re-tightening against my body as the suit. Just as I felt my toes again being sucked into the anatomically correct suit, the fresh water rinse started.

It took what I would judge to be about an hour to receive the two rinse solutions, and was just about to open my eyes when I felt a fourth fluid being pumped into the suit. At first the liquid seemed colder than the other fluids, but it quickly took on my overheated body’s temperature. It felt like a coat of slime that slowly glued itself between my skin and the thick tight rubber of my suit. It was some kind of water soluble lubricant that mad the suit cling and slide over my skin with even the tiniest movement I could make within this prison frame.

The lights came on then John and Henry entered the cell. “Just so you know, your name is now Thomas Wendell Rodgers and you will be known as the first convicted gay prisoner to serve the punishments prescribed under the Obama amendments to the Mann Act,” John said as he started to make some adjustments to the prison frame that held me so tightly.

“No one will ever know that Mr. Rodgers has paid a large political contribution to the President’s re-election campaign, and has been allowed to slip quietly out of the country,” Henry said as they had my frame unhooked from the cell floor and moveable on its built-in wheels. “Since you are encased in rubber as the law requires, and you are the approximate height and weight of Mr Rodgers, the large gathering of press that has come to see this first application of the new punishment will never know your real name.

I was wheeled down the hall to a large cell with a large window covered with thick black-out curtains. The guards re-attached me to floor fixtures that kept my prisoner frame tightly locked in the center of the room. Then they adjusted my neck brace so that I could see a pair of large fluid filled bags hanging high over head.

There was a click in my earphone and I could suddenly hear the crowd noise of what I later found out was witness viewing area. “Ladies and gentlemen of the press and randomly selected required witness, this is Warden Jenkins and we are now going to open the window to the prisoner’s punishment initiation cell. There will be silence and absolutely no protesting or I will clear and designate one of our guards as the one required witness.

I tried to violently break loose from my bindings as this sounded like the sentencing at a death penalty case. It was hopeless. There was no chance of getting loose, all I could do was make myself horny with the gentle gliding of the rubber against my skin. My dick was as hard as it had ever been, yet I knew something terrible was about to happen. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the curtain open, and there was a hush as all could see me tethered with my dick out stiff in front of me.

To be continued…