The Prisoner Pt. 07

Becca walked back out into the corridor taking the collar with her and leaving Warden to climb off the table and get dressed. She thought about what she had seen as she made her way along the corridor and downstairs. She could scarcely believe it. Is this what the other men would do to her if they got a chance? Becca felt that when she was training them that they seemed so obedient and timid under her control. Perhaps she had better be more careful herself. This is a lesson all the women there must learn. Becca didn't know what had gone wrong to cause this, but she made a mental note to not allow such to ever happen to her. She decided that she would discipline her males the first chance she got, just to keep them on their toes. She might give them a night in the kennels. They always hated that. But it would serve as a reminder never to cross her.

"Did you find her?" one of the other officers asked, as Becca approached where they still had Martin pinned to the ground.

"Yes. She's ..... ok. This piece of filth on the floor here somehow tied her up and escaped."

Becca didn't give the details of what she had seen out of respect for Warden.

"You tied your handler up?" one of the women exclaimed, in the direction of Martin. But he didn't move. He was flat on the floor, resound to his capture. He knew he was beat. And he knew he was in serious trouble now.

"You total pig!" another of the women said angrily. "This one needs some serious conditioning."

"He needs some serious whipping and electric conditioning, I think," said another.

At that point Becca attached the collar she was still holding to Martin's neck. The girls lifted Martin's head slight away from the floor so that she was able to attach it. Once done, the five women immediately started standing up, releasing their hold on Martin and leaving him free on the floor.

Martin looked up at five women now staring down at him with frigid expressions. He had not only escaped. But he had dared to bound one of them. And the boss, the Warden, no less.

Suddenly Martin felt it,

"Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he cried.

Becca had activated the shock collar. Martin felt the surge of electricity running through his neck.

"Agggggggggh, please!" he cried.

Becca released the button.

Martin was now panting on the floor. The setting Becca had this on was clearly high. He didn't know how high. But he was sure that it was more painful than before.

"My turn," the next officer said coldly. Martin looked up at her as her hand activated her controller.

"Aghhhhhhh, no, no, please! Aghhhhhh".

The pain was unbearable. She stared back at him like he was nothing; less than nothing.

"I'll go next," he heard another voice say with delight.

Then came the inevitable shock that followed.

"Aggghhhhh, ughhhhh, eeeekkkk," Martin panted, starting to lose control of his own self. His breath got short and fast from the punishment.

He then waited for the inevitable fourth shock, but it never came. He waited longer and managed to recover his facilities. Eventually he looked upwards, and the moment he did.

"Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" he cried.

"Hahaha! You got him there!" he heard one of the women say to the other, with pleasure in her voice. Nicely done!"

"I want to try something else instead," the fifth woman then said. "Stand up boy and spread your legs wide for me."

Martin gingerly did as he was told. He faced forward and saw the stares of five dominant women staring back at him.

The fifth woman pulled her leg back and then struck forward.

SMACK!

She kicked Martin right in the balls. Her foot catching him spot on target.

"Ooooooooooohhhhhh," Martin cried as the pain spiked between his legs. He remained on his feel, but barely. The clothes he was wearing he felt had thankfully cushioned the blow, but not by much.

She smiled at what she had inflicted. Martin was relieved that all the women had now done something when.

SMACK!

Becca had kicked him in his balls too. This time Martin went crashing to the floor in agony.

"Hey, if you just gave him two punishments, then no fair - we want to punish him twice as well, Becca," one of the other officers said jokingly. All the while them ignoring Martin's agony on the floor.

"Warden wants to see him," Becca said. "And she isn't happy.

"Oh dear," one of them said reacting to the news of Martin's impending punishments.

"Can we come with you?" another officer asked.

Becca thought for a moment. And decided that it would be fine. Warden would likely be dressed by now and she may want to keep the woman around for added humiliation and punishment to Martin.

"Yes, follow me and let's take him upstairs," she said.

The women retrieved Martin from the floor very unceremoniously by lifting him up under his arms. Martin was still in pain from that last kick, but none of them showed any compassion. Nor did they care what was about to happen to him. They knew they were taking him somewhere where he was about to suffer greatly. From their point of view, he had tied up his handler. And that was beyond the pale.

Becca knew better. She had found Warden stripped and bound. She knew that she was leading Martin to a place where he would receive some of the strongest punishments that any of the males had ever received in the complex. Part of her felt unsure about if she was doing the right thing. But then part of her was a true sadist and wanted to see what was in store for Martin.

Martin barely walked, and for the most part was dragged along with his feel scuffing the floor. He realised where he was heading. And once upstairs and closing in on where he had left Warden, Martin felt sick inside. Anxious. He did not want to see her again. Not like this, where the tables had turned yet again. He wished he could take back what had happened and undo this.

Becca knocked on the door. The door was then opened by a fully dressed Warden, top to toe in black leather. Martin noticed that she looked slim and stunning with the leather outfit hugging her slender figure. He looked up at her and trembled at the look of dominance she projected.

Warden looked back at Martin being brought to him by five women and felt a sense of satisfaction. She was pleased to see him again. The roles back as they should be. The shock collar again attached to his neck. Martin under full control. Warden walked into the center of the room and the women then dropped Martin off in the middle of the floor, so that Martin came to rest at Warden's feet. The women then backed away and stood in different parts of the room to watch what happened next.

"Stand up," Warden commanded Martin.

Martin knew he would be shocked by the collar if he didn't comply. So, he lifted himself up to stand up straight before her, but he could only bring himself to looked ashamedly down at his feet.

"Look at me," Warden said, with authority.

The women around the room murmured and smiled at what they were witnessing. Martin looked at Warden. She looked back. There was a sense of purpose in her eyes that scared Martin. He wished he could return to looking at the floor.

Warden the turned and looked across at the women in the room. Wanting to humiliate Martin as much as was possible, she walked away from Martin as she gave them one simple command,

"STRIP HIM!"

TO BE CONTINUED