The Trap Part II

Author: joe42
Title: The Trap Part II
Date: 07 January 2019

I now have to get up and my arms are attached to a bar at right angles to the body, the neck iron is also attached to the bar, so that I stand there as if I had been crucified. My legs are torn far apart and chained, so that I am now literally suspended from the bar.
The humming of a machine is approaching. In the next few hours, I will be shaved from head to toe and then additionally treated with a depilatory cream. At some point they take off the mask, head hair and even the eyebrows are removed. Although I no longer recognize the still gagged figure in the mirror on the wall opposite me, the whole thing begins to turn me on.
I don't resist it, there's nothing I can do anyway. Even the transport here made it clear to me that I didn't even have to think about escaping. He had screwed the neck iron tightly earlier, my hands are still in the mittens and the steel rod to which I am attached is probably also a special design.
The two of them talk relaxed, as if I were not there. I don't understand a syllable, but I can imagine that their laughter has something to do with me. It doesn't bother them that I look around in the room - seems to be a stable, or a kind of slaughterhouse - at least the permanently installed devices look more like keeping animals...
For some reason I am now being rubbed with alcohol. It burns hellishly on my freshly shaved skin, but they don't care about my beeping. On the contrary: He holds the rag to my sack for a very long time before he continues piece by piece.
The leather master rises from the chair from which he has been watching the whole time and puts on rubber gloves: "I don't want to get my hands dirty" he says with a grin as he now stands in front of me. It takes a moment until I realize what he's trying to say when his rubber hand is already clapping into my face.
"When I stand in front of you, you keep your stupid face down, (edited)" he speaks calmly, with icy cold and strikes again and again, "Unless I order you something else, understood!
I nod my head eagerly in agreement, so that the blows stop. But then his rubber hands already reach for my tits, turn and squeeze them brutally: "Go ahead," he says to the man who has depilated me, "Let the cattle understand what it is here for!
Despite the thick gag I scream screaming as the whip now claps my back. My skin is still sensitized by the alcohol and the blows bite sharply, while the leather master works on my tits and now also my hangers.
"The dirty cunt can't stand anything" he means cold, as my screaming now turns into a constant beeping and pumps up the gag to the stop. Now I can only röcheln, must my choke suppress, while the torture continues.
While the leather master soon loses the desire, the other one whips further on me. Back, ass, arms and legs - he doesn't leave out a single spot until I'm hanging in the bondage, just twitching and ruffling.
Both of them are standing in front of me now and to my horror I see the thick bumps in their pants. If this is the kind of contact that makes the leather master horny, then what will come to me?
The leather master orders "Face up" and I see two smiling faces spitting in my face at the same time. Through the veil of snot, which now runs over my face, I see the two disappear laughing.

The pain strikes me in a flash and I am immediately wide awake, but for now it remains with this single electric shock. The last thing I remember is that when they came back, they had me on a table and strapped me in with innumerable belts.
Relieved I notice that the pump gag is gone. My throat is dry, I try to swallow to get rid of the cough, but I can't move my tongue. Some barrier keeps my mouth open and something seems to pull on my tongue when I try to move it. Panically I try to make myself noticeable, but I only get a gurgle and a croak.
"Is the vomit-face finally awake?" I hear the probably rhetorical question and bend in the bondage, when at the same time the next electric shock comes, "Don't even try, I told you that your mouth is no longer there to talk!
He laughs dirty as he takes off my eye patch: "Let's see for ourselves how much effort we've put into recycling our waste!

I'm back on the bar tied up in the air. At first I only see the black rubber head with an extremely thick nose ring. Where the mouth should be, I see the tongue hanging out, to which a large padlock is attached. One of the hangers of the lock leads through a hole in the tongue.
The sight holds me captive: So far I have only seen something like this in drawings or read it as a story, but have always dismissed it as too extreme. As a photo I have never seen anything like this before.
My stomach cramps when I realize that I am the figure in the mirror. Shocked, I stare into the mirror, can't get a sound out, can't even scream. On my tits and my sack fat rings flash as well as the one in my nose. My tail hangs freely, but is closed at the root in a kind of steel harness and a fat weight ring directly under my glans pulls it brutally down.
As if that weren't enough, three huge letters are emblazoned on my chest, which I can recognize immediately despite the mirror writing. SAU stands there, nothing else. The leather man turns me around halfway. I hadn't even noticed that I was now hanging freely from the pole and now I see the same tattoo on my back.

A kind of blond horse tail sticks out of my ass: "I'll see if you can make a proper horse out of dirt like you" says the leather man now coldly. "In a few days your balls will be long enough to shove them into your cunt!" he explained with a grin.
the heavy weight rings they screwed around my sack.