By Mister –X  Spartan

I didn’t sleep much that night from the worry.  The normal morning routine was again followed, and I soon found myself back in the outer office of Hans.  “Ze next, and last, phase requires being taken to yet anosser room.”  I was once again marched into the maximum security part of the prison while effectively naked, but with restraints.  This time I did not have the blindfold on, so I could see into the other cells.

Walking by the cells elicited some reaction from the prisoners.  They were all bound and gagged, so there couldn’t be any noise, but their intent was clear if there had not been any bars between us.  Some of the guards also reacted, but they couldn’t do anything while I was being transported.

I was marched into another room, not a cell.  This room resembled a dungeon with lots of devices for torturing people.  Alexander’s expression, as well as Dr. Gustov’s, indicated that they were looking forward to this day.  I wasn’t.  There were already prisoners there being tortured, so I had that to look at while they prepared me to get started.

They hooked the wires up and started testing me for various restraints.  Of course, my hands behind my back palm-to-palm in the chatlet cuffs got a strong reaction.  Other restraints got less of one.  I wondered if that meant that I would now always be kept in chatlet cuffs.  I hoped not.

The first apparatus they tried me out on was a rack, where I was tied with my hands and feet stretched as far up as possible in opposite directions, with a crank on the device pulled until I couldn’t be stretched out any further.  They measured my reactions.  Then Dr. Gustov said they would stretch me further.  That got a strong reaction from me.  They actually pulled the crank to stretch me further.  It was all I could do to keep from screaming from the pain.  I was sure that this was now on their list.

The next device was a little cage.  I was forced to bend way down to make myself into a small package so they could force me into it.  I was pushing against the cage bars on all six sides.  It’s a good thing I don’t suffer from claustrophobia or I would have had a screaming fit.  It was bad enough as it was, scrunched up like that.  I thought this might also be on their list.  After that I was put into a coffin.  I’d been in one before, and I’m sure I didn’t react to that.  Then I was put into a straitjacket made of some kind of material that had been wet, which caused it to stretch.  I was placed in front of a heater, which caused the material to dry out and shrink, causing it to tighten and tighten.  I enjoy tight bondage, and enjoyed this at first.  But when it started getting super tight I didn’t enjoy it any more, as it got quite painful.  I was worried that some of my bones would start breaking.  Finally I heard a loud ‘snap’.  I’m sure I reacted to that.  I wondered which bone had broken.  Alexander, with a big smile, stepped forward from behind me and showed me two pieces of wood, with the ends obviously having just previously fit together.  Very funny.  I wasn’t laughing, though.  That brought this test to an end.

And so the day went, one torture device after another with various reactions.  I was pretty tired when that day ended.  Then I was marched back to Dr. Gustov’s office, past the prisoners in their cells and guards which elicited further reactions.

“Ve haff completed your tests.  You reacted to a number of stimuli, enough to fill up ze rest of your month’s stay here.  Goot.  But be prepared, zis vill not be a fun stay for you.  Since it is almost ze end of ze day and I haff punishments of others to administer, Alexander will restore ze restraints on you and you vill be marched back to your cell.  I look forward to zis weekend ven I will be punishink you for your demerits.  Try to get some sleep tonight.  You vill need it.”

Damn.  It doesn’t sound like I’m going to like this vacation.  So they found a number of stimuli.  They must have gotten a lot from the dungeon, because the only ones I could identify before then were from physical and electro punishments.

While Alexander was re-attaching all the restraints and gear, Dr. Gustov said, “Oh, one osser sink  Alexander.  Don’t march him back going forward, but put a chain on ze back of ze metal collar and march him backwards by zat.”  I felt Alexander padlock that tight metal collar I’d had on when I arrived, clip the chain on, unlock the padlock on my ankle cuffs, and jerk me backwards.  He would bark out, “Your right, your right, your right, your left, your right”.  I figured he’d done this before.  I had a difficult time walking backwards to keep up with him with those chains around my feet, and had a difficult time breathing with the pressure he was putting on my neck, choking me.  Back in the cell with the tight metal collar still on, I tried to get some sleep as Dr. Gustov had recommended, but my mind kept wandering to what I was going to be put through in the coming month.  And, as usual, there were the evening removals and returns of other prisoners.  I now knew where they were taken, and understood the reactions of those who didn’t want to be taken.  And apparently the ones who wanted to be taken were the ones they had turned who were now craving the punishment.

The next morning’s routine went as before.  That was starting to become predictable, but I figured that even this would vary before long.  This time I was led to their “play room”, where a noose was put around my neck, with the other items kept on.   The noose was raised up to put me on my tiptoes.  The metal collar was removed, and another rope was wound around my neck, starting at the base.  Each loop was jerked tight, before the next loop was made.  I tried bowing my neck, but when the guy saw me do that, he punched me hard in the stomach.  There seemed to be about eight loops.  This was tied off at the back.  I was having difficulty breathing through my nose.  That monster leather plug gag was still in my mouth, preventing my tongue from sticking out.  I heard the “play room” guy say, “I’m going to leave you like this for a few hours.  I’ll check back periodically to make sure you are still conscious.”  Then I heard him leave.

Damn.  It is difficult to stay conscious with all this on my neck.  So I’m starting off with a combination of hanging and strangulation.  My penis was straining like crazy to get erect.  The spikes were being pushed in deeper than they had gone in so far.  I started developing a headache, and my eyes were bugging out, getting dry.  I was miserable.  I didn’t know how I was going to be able to put up with this for several hours.

After a few hours, the guy came back.  “You seem to be handling this well .”  I thought, I am?

He then brought out some additional implements.  He removed the Darby cuffs from my wrists and screwed chatlet cuffs on instead, as well as a metal collar over the ropes, and attached the pole to the two.  This was not easy, and instantly got me starting to feel faint.  Then he attached those alligator clamps to my tits.  I had to be careful not to let out a sound from the pain.  “I’m going to leave you like this for a few hours, checking back periodically to see if you’re still conscious.”

Good grief!  How much worse can this get?  My penis seemed to be lifting the metal chastity device up.  Those spikes were well and truly embedded into it now.  I was going to have trouble pissing the next day.

In a few hours I heard the guy come up to me again.  “I think we’ll up this a little more.”  He attached another pole to the cuff end of the other pole, and attached the other end of it to the floor.  I was forced to stand erect with this.  He tied a rope to my handcuffs.  Then he started pulling the rope up.  This position is called strappado, something I’ve had done once to me.  It is a hellish thing to have done, and I remembered reacting strongly to it when it was tested.  When in that position you will do anything to get out of it.  But when the arms get far enough up, the person is forced to bend forward.  With my feet locked and that damn pole, I couldn’t.  When my hands were at about head height behind me, they wouldn’t go any higher without wrenching my arms out of their sockets.  At this point he looped the rope over a rafter and tied it off, walking away.

My shoulders were on fire.  I thought my arms were coming out of their sockets.  I wondered earlier how it could possibly get worse, and I found out.  I thought about those prisoners who were here because they were sent here.  Their lives had to be pure hell.  No wonder they became acquiescent.  If I have to put up with a month of this, I probably will become that way, too.  I again thought of the fact that I’m paying to have this done.  I was starting to think that I’d better quit drinking alcohol so I don’t ever get myself into something like this again.

After a few more hours of this, the rope holding my arms up was released, as well as the noose.  I had been sweating buckets in that heat.  Not having washed, I was starting to notice a smell.  The metal collar and upper pole were kept on over the rope which remained tied around my neck, as well as the chatlet cuffs with the attached ring for the pole to hook on to, and the tit clamps.  I was marched back to my cell to spend another night.  With the rope tied tightly around my neck, I expected to quickly lose consciousness and sleep, and that’s what happened.  When I was awakened the next morning I was completely disoriented.  I didn’t react when the guard came to feed and clean me out, so I missed having food and the daily clean.  I wasn’t even thinking, just going through the motions.  I must have been conscious because I remembered what happened, but wasn’t conscious enough to be able to think.

When I was marched to the play room, I was marched off to a side room.  There they attached wires to the chastity device before buckling the belt back.  The chatlet cuffs, metal collar and pole were removed, and regular cuffs were put on.  Another length of rope was tied to the loose end of the rope which was still around my neck.  I was forced onto my knees, this length of rope was pulled down under my ankle cuffs and brought back up to tie to my handcuffs.  It was pulled as much it could be, which brought my neck back and my ankles and wrists close together, having been looped around the handcuffs, before it was secured to the back of my neck to the other rope.

I was effectively in a hogtie, but with my neck also pulled back to join in.  I again was having a difficult time breathing through my nose with that monster leather plug gag in my mouth.  I wondered how long I was going to be kept like this.  As if reading my thoughts, the guy said, “I’ll be back to check on you periodically, but you will be kept like this all day.  To give you a little variety, I’m starting up the electro on your penis, set to go off randomly.  With each visit I’ll up the intensity.”

Soon I felt an electric jolt on my penis.  It was even a little pleasurable, but I knew it was only going to get very painful as the day progressed.  This was going to be another difficult day to survive.  Because that was how I now viewed this vacation, surviving from one day to the next.

I managed to make it through that day.  When I was back in my cell again as I had been two nights previous, I was feeling slightly better, surprisingly.  I was getting used to the routine, and getting somewhat used to the tightness around my neck.  And I was starting to get used to sleeping with my hands cuffed behind me and ankles padlocked together.  I was able to get a decent night’s sleep again, and wondered what was in store for me the next day.  I was thinking that I hadn’t been hung off my feet since the testing.  I wondered when that was going to happen.

The next day I was back as I had been two days prior, with the strappado.  But this time I had the addition of the wires on my chastity, with the strength increased with each visit.  By the end of the day I was feeling absolutely miserable, had sweated buckets again, and was looking forward to having that torture device turned off and returned to my cell.  But there was a change this time.  After everything for the day had been removed and I was again put back into my “prison outfit”, which before had always meant going back to my cell, I was informed that it was time to be punished for the demerits I had accumulated during the previous week.

I’d forgotten about those.  I was marched to Hans’ work room to that cell again.  Hans greeted me like an old friend.  I was placed as before, but this time the ankle cuffs were not only padlocked, but also locked to the floor.  The noose was placed around my neck, as before, and Hans said, “Alexander, raise him up until he is on his tiptoes.”

That became very difficult with the ankle cuffs padlocked to the floor.  Instead of being on my tiptoes, the ankle cuffs started cutting into my flesh.  I almost started yelling, but caught myself in time.  I could hear the disappointment in Hans that I didn’t.  Hans said, “Alexander, tie ze attached rope end to ze 20 pound weight setting zere on ze floor, letting it hang down his back.”

I could hear the suppressed excitement in Hans’ voice.  This was going to add a lot of pressure to my neck.  I was soon going to be choked big time.  My penis was again trying to lift up the metal chastity device.

When Alexander had finished, Hans told him, “Leave him like zis.  Let’s go get somezink to eat.”  I heard the doors open and close as they left.

My breathing was becoming labored.  I again thanked my continuing exercises for building up my neck muscles sufficiently to be able to handle this.  I wondered how others would be able to.  After an hour or so I heard the sound of doors opening and closing again.  Soon Hans said, “Prisoner 08641, I congratulate you on being able to handle zis much weight.  Alexander, add anosser 20 pounds.”

Damn.  I’ve had weight suspended from my neck before when exercising, but only up to 25 pounds.  I didn’t know if my muscles could handle 40.  Alexander did as he was instructed to do, always returning to a crisp attention afterwards, since I could hear the heels of his boots click.  I started again having my breathing become labored, and was starting to again feel faint.  But I was able to maintain consciousness, though feeling very woozy with a headache, sore neck and buggy dry eyes.

Nothing happened for what seemed like an hour.  Finally Hans said, “Alexander, lower prisoner 08641 down to remove ze lock from his ankles to ze floor.”

So the punishment session was over.  I’d finished it.  Alexander did as he was instructed and returned to a snappy attention.  Hans then said, “Alexander, raise ze rope until ze prisoner’s feet are one foot off ze floor.”

I wasn’t expecting this.  I’d thought it was over , and had relaxed.  So I was going to be hung by my neck off the floor with 40 pounds of weight hanging from the back of my neck.  I didn’t like this.

Alexander did as he was instructed.  Again the rope started to tighten and tighten around the top of my neck, over the other rope, and I wasn’t sure if my neck muscles were sufficient to support both my weight and the extra 40 pounds.  I started feeling faint, my neck started hurting, I started getting a headache, and my eyes started bugging out even more.  Whether Alexander returned back to a snappy attention or not, I don’t know, since I had passed out by then.

When I came to, I was still suspended by the noose around my neck and I still had the 40 pounds suspended behind my neck, but my feet were on the floor.  Hans noticed that I was conscious again, and said, “Alexander, repeat ze process.”

Soon I was back in the air again for a repeat performance.  My body hadn’t had a chance to recover from the previous one.  I was again unconscious a short time later.

When I came to again, I was still suspended by the noose and I still had the 40 pounds suspended behind my neck.  Again I heard Hans instruct Alexander to pull me back up by the noose.  I quickly lost consciousness.

After that third one, I don’t remember any more.  My next memory was of waking up in my cell.  My neck hurt a lot, I had a roaring headache, and my eyes hurt.  Whether I’d been hung again, and if so, how many times, I don’t know, because I have no memory of it.  Whether this cleared my two demerits I also didn’t know.  When they said I was to work off my previous week’s demerits, that must have meant that I probably cleared them.  But at least I found out why they were waiting to hang me.  That was my demerit punishment.

 

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