The Prisoner Pt. 19

Martin wondered what the other men had done. How desperate had they become.

"Oh, Martin isn't there yet," Anna commented, noticing his inquisitive face. "But I am sure in the coming weeks he will develop levels of frustration he never knew existed."

Anna leaned into the camera, which displayed a helpless looking Martin behind her sporting a red glow from the flogging.

Anna then whispered to the camera. "We will make sure of it."

Martin's arms were starting to hurt. He was hoping she would shut up speaking and he could be let down from this cross.

"If you like what you have seen today don't forget to drop a few comments on the portal. I would appreciate it."

'Blimey!' Martin thought to himself. "Surprised she isn't asking them to like and subscribe! What have I been reduced to? Online entertainment for women?'

Anna went over to the table and picked up Martin's chastity cage. Martin shook his head slightly. He really didn't want that infernal thing locked back on him. But he was helpless to stop it as Anna leaned down, grabbed him by his manhood and started putting him into the device.

"It's funny," Anna commented as she began to squeeze Martin in. "Of all the humiliations we put the men through, I think this is one of the worst. I cannot imagine how it must feel to be a man - so powerless to orgasm - just because we hold your key.

Anna chuckled to herself. Martin just let her lock him up. Knowing he could do nothing to stop her. He felt embarrassed. Used. Mistreated.

"There," she said as an unmistakable 'click' occurred signifying that Martin was once again locked in chastity. His slightly bruised and swollen cock pressing hard against the device. It was uncomfortable. But Officer Anna didn't care. "You are nicely locked away now. No fun for you tonight!" she teased. Anna then moved back over to where the phone was recording.

"Right. All done," Anna said switching off the camera.

Anna began to undo the straps of the cross, much to a relieved Martin. He thought she might leave him there longer. He was very glad to be let down. Once she removed his leg straps she called out, "Heel".

Martin knew what he must do. He got down on the floor and placed himself behind Anna's right foot, on all fours and awaited instructions.

"Let's go," she said, as she began walking towards the door. Martin followed behind and soon exited with Anna. They walked across the field with martin acting as her dog and into the building that housed Martin's cell. But as they were walking down the long corridor towards it, Martin spotted Warden appear. She gestured towards Anna.

"Stay!" Anna commanded Martin as if he were her pet dog that was trained to obey her instructions. He certainly felt like it. And he did indeed obey her.

Martin casually glanced up & saw Warden whisper something to Anna. He then saw Anna reply by nodding her head. Anna then turned to walk back over towards Martin, who quickly threw his head down, pretending to have not been watching them both.

"Come along boy," Anna said to Martin as she continued to walk, but now in the opposite direction from where they were originally heading. To Martin's surprise they headed back down and outside. 'What on earth is happening?' Martin wondered to himself.

Minutes later Warden appeared, carrying a pile of something. She threw it down in front of him.

"Put these on," she commanded.

Martin was surprised to see it was his clothes. The ones he was wearing when he arrived here. His surprise turned to a sense of joy. He realised he must be getting out of here. They are kicking him out. Where did this come from?

Martin immediately complied and picked through his clothes to find his underwear. But as he was putting it on, he realised he still was wearing the chastity cage on his cock and shocker around his balls. He gestured to ask about them being removed but Warden just stirred at him with intensity. 'She must be annoyed she is being forced to let me go,' he thought to himself. No matter, Martin would figure these out later. For now, escaping this place is enough. He quickly put on his underwear, then trousers, shirt, socks and shoes.

He stood up. He felt better. Like an equal again. He looked across at Warden & Anna. Oddly the women didn't look as threatening. His sense of exposure having diminished.

"Come with us," Warden commanded. They led Martin over towards a small crop of bushes.

"Stand there," came the command. Martin compiled immediately.

"Right, Martin," Warden began, "It seems your absence is being noticed back home.

Martin's face immediately betrayed his feelings. He was overjoyed. This must be why they are letting him go. They are in a panic.

"So, we are going to have to do something about that. We don't like to do this, but we have been convinced by your nominators that we must."

'Excellent,' Martin thought. 'I knew someone would miss me. Thank goodness. He smiled from ear to ear, not caring if it made Warden & Anna upset. He was getting out.

'Wait!' Martin's brain interrupted him. 'Did she just say, nominators? As in more than one person? What the - '

As he pondered this, Warden interrupted.

"So, do you know what we have to do now, Martin?" Anna asked him. Martin pondered.

"Let me go?" Martin replied inquisitively, but confidently.

The two women immediately burst out laughing.

"Oh, my goodness, Martin, you really are stupid," Anna said in-between her giggling. Warden just shook her head as she continued to chuckle.

"No, you fool. We need you to make a video for us. Saying you are ok. Having a great time travelling etc. Just so the noise back home will stop."

Martin's face dropped. At first, he was dejected. Then just plain angry. They bloody expect him to do this! To commit himself here for longer by helping them? Not likely!

"Oh, piss off," Martin said, lashing out before thinking, his anger boiling over. "No fucking way am I doing that."

Warden & Anna stopped laughing and calmly, coldly, looked at Martin. Then he felt it.

"Aghhhhhhh! Noooooo!" he screamed, falling to his knees.

"This shocker works just as well with you clothed or naked, Martin," Anna said as Warden smirked at his discomfort. She liked watching her staff at work for her. Anna pressed it again.

"Aghhhhhhh! Please! STOP!" Martin begged.

Anna bent her legs to move down towards his position on the floor.

"You WILL do as we say, or I will roast your nuts! Understood?

"Yes, yes," Martin hurriedly said in reply, not wanting more pain.

"And there I was thinking you were doing so well, Martin," Warden said, shaking her head. "But you disappoint me. I was thinking of instructing Nikki to go easy on you tomorrow. Not go as far as she normally likes to. But now. Well, now, you are hers to do with as she wishes. She is going to have lots of fun. You - not so much!"

Martin realised he may have just made things worse for himself.

"But that's tomorrow," Warden said with a sound of joy in her voice. "Today, we have a video to make.

For the next hour Martin was subjected to making a few phone selfie videos. He was told what to say and how to say it. At first, he wasn't a very good actor. He still felt upset and was recovering from the pain. But over time, by repeating the same scene over and over he would finally come up with a take which Warden & Anna agreed was fine to use. They would even have him film a variety of clips, no doubt in case they needed to use more in the future.

Martin would talk about his spontaneous trip to South America. Total fiction, of course, but believable enough to throw off anyone wondering why he has been out of touch. Later videos focused on it being many weeks later. One was 2 months later. It made Martin concerned at how long he would be kept here. Was it truly going to be that long? Or were they just covering their bases?

Martin finished the last clip and saw Warden and Anna share a nod with each other that they now had everything they needed.

"Let's go," Warden said.

Martin instinctively moved to kneel down on the floor to walk on all fours, but was told by Warden that she wanted him to walk normally. She was behind schedule due to having to spend time making these videos.

The trio walked back inside. As Anna was closing the outer door behind them, two women appeared from around the corner. Catching their eye Warden gestured for them to come closer before speaking to them.

"Hey - please take Martin here up to my office and have him wait for me. Myself and Anna need to sort a few things. I'll be along shortly."

"Yes Warden," one of the women replied. Martin did not recognise them. It was two women he had never seen before. He wondered how many women worked here.

Martin and the two women started off down the corridor. They gave him a little push to walk in front of them as they chatted away to each other, continuing their conversation that was cut short by them seeing Warden. Martin wondered who those videos would be sent to. He had been told to be very general with them, rather than name any names. No doubt the same video could be sent to several people as and when needed.

The trip walked up some stairs to the next floor where Warden's office lay. Martin feeling little pushes from time to time. The ladies barely even acknowledged he existed. They were too busy talking to each other - general gossip - it seemed.

They finally reached Warden's office and Martin was instructed to open the door and go inside. It was a small interior - cosy - but still big enough to move around in too. It was well furnished with an oak desk and large rug over top of a wooden floor. Over to one side was a small gas fire. No doubt Warden did a lot of work in this room related to running of the prison. This wasn't just a place for sadistic fantasies to be carried out. It took a lot of general administration too. In the winter Martin could imagine it being quite cosy in here working under a desk light with the fire on, possibly sipping a glass of wine.

Martin's thoughts were broken by some stern words from one of the ladies.

"Right, you, get over there!" she commanded, pointing to the area directly opposite Warden's desk. Martin saw a pole that stretched from floor to ceiling, bolted in place. It was flat and smooth on one side but contained several notches on the back where rope or other items could be attached. Clearly if you wished to just attach the other end of some handcuffs, it was possible, for quick and easy restraint of a prisoner. Unfortunately for Martin, these women had other ideas. They were indeed planning on leaving Martin attached to this pole, but attached using a method that they knew Warden was expecting when she asked that Martin be brought here and left in her office to wait for her.

"Ok, strip!" one of the ladies said, with seemingly little passion, as she turned to the other lady, her being far more interested in continuing to hear the gossip.

Martin froze. He had been enjoying wearing his clothes again. And he didn't want to lose them. Certainly not in front of these two annoying women. And he did find them annoying. Their disinterest actually annoyed him for reasons he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Seeing that Martin hadn't complied, the officer reached for her remote that was attached to her belt. She began to lift Martin's shirt to see his number that she would program into her controller to be able to shock him. But Martin on seeing this knew they had him beat. This shocker was the worst. How can he ever win against this?

"Ok, sorry, sorry," Martin said in a panic and hurriedly took off his shirt. Witnessing his compliance, she removed her hand from her controller and carried on the gossip once more, barely acknowledging him. Martin continued to undress until he stood there fully naked once more, wearing nothing but the shocker and his chastity cage. The two women paid little attention to his nudity other than to move him backwards towards the pole as they continued to chat, so his back was now leaning directly onto it. They then moved down towards his feet. They attached a spreader bar to his ankles. It had small cuffs at both ends that locked around his ankles with ease. The pole forced him to feel his manhood dangling in the middle, so vulnerable, so exposed.

One of the ladies then took another thinner rope and tied it around his cock and balls. Martin flinched as he felt the shock of her cold hands touch him there. Once attached, she fed it down and around the spreader bar. She pulled it tightly so that Martin was forced to bend his knees and move downwards in the direction of the rope. Another pull made him drop all the way down to his knees. It was at this time during his stay where he hurt his right knee, by falling down harder onto it than his left. Nothing too serious, but bruised from the fall. The women were slightly careless as they gossiped away. They should have been checking that she was safe from a fall. But she immediately realised her mistake and released a little of the rope, but then tied the rest off. They then went to work on his arms, attaching cuffs and rope and feeding it through a eyelet near the top of the pole. However, they did not tie off his arms ropes, yet.

Both women stood back and looked at a naked, helpless, Martin, who was kneeling on the floor with his arms above his head.

"Good," one of them said to the other, who gave back a nod of agreement.

They then approached Martin and pulled on the arm ropes.

"Up we go!" one teased as the other let out a giggle.

They pulled on his arm ropes which caused him to come up off his knees and attempt to stand. But as he did this, the rope around his balls became tense and tried to keep him from moving upwards. Seeing what they wanted, the women tied off Martin's arm ropes. They then stood back to admire their work.

The result was a Martin who was crouched down with fully bent knees with his back to the pole; his bum almost touching the floor but not quite; and his arms at full stretch upwards. He couldn't move down due to his arms being at full stretch with the rope keeping them in place. And he couldn't move upwards because of the rope tied around his balls that was also a full stretch. He was trapped in this position until someone let him go.

"How do you feel?" one of the women asked him, who finally turned her attention towards him over their Idle gossip.

Martin didn't reply.

"Do you feel silly?" the other asked, teasing him at what they have just done to him.

Martin still said nothing.

"I think he feels embarrassed," the first woman said to the second.

"Well, wouldn't you be if put in this position?" the second woman replied.

"But I don't have any balls to tie off!" the first replied, which was followed by high fits of laugher from both women.

Martin was beyond embarrassed. And this position was also already starting to make him feel strained.

"I do love putting the boys in this position," one said to the other, who nodded in agreement.

"Why are you here anyway?" the other asked him, seriously.

"I was ... nominated," Martin replied. "I don't know who by."

"Oh, wow!" the other woman laughed aloud. "You don't even know who is doing this to you?"

Martin looked sheepish.

"Listen prisoner. We need to leave now. You stay here and wait for Warden like a good little boy. I'm sure she will be along soon. She likes to have prisoners who wait in her office wait for her like this. She finds it gets them in the right frame of mind. I can't think why?" She was teasing him again now.

"Yea," the other woman added. "And you have nothing to be ashamed off. You have a good size cock there my boy."

"And nice big balls," the other chipped in. Martin sense of exposure increased with these types of comments about his body. She then knelt down towards his balls to check the rope around them. It was nice and tight to hold him in place. She was satisfied and stepped back up to join the other lady.

"Right. Time to go!" she exclaimed. She looked at Martin and said, "Enjoy!"

And with that they both turned and left, closing the door behind them.

Martin was now left alone. He wriggled about a bit but it was no use. He was stuck fast. The fact that this position kept his legs open and apart with his cock dangling in the middle was doubly embarrassing. Warden and Anna were going to find him like this soon. It is one thing being tied and left by the woman who did this to you. It is another level to be tied by one and found by another. It adds to the humiliation.

The minutes went by. There was a clock Martin could see and so he knew it had been over fifteen minutes before he heard footsteps approaching.

The door opened and in walked Warden and Anna. Far from comment on his predicament, they just ignored him and went about their business. Martin didn't speak. His training was clearly coming along nicely. He watched as they worked on a computer together and discussed new prisoners who would be brought in next week. Martin heard them talk about how one was being brought there because he assaulted his girlfriend. Rather than go to the police, she 'encouraged' him to come here and be rehabilitated. Was it genuine assault Martin wondered? Did she have that planned all along? Cause an argument, get things heated, push a bit and he makes a silly mistake? He wouldn't put it past these type of women. How did she even know about this place? Just looked it up after the assault did she? Would this place even come to mind. Been assaulted and the first thing you do is check if there is an alternative to the police. Martin knew they were letting him overhear this. He had learned to be sceptical.

The second man they discussed was being brought here for a classic case of cheating. They commented how he begged her to have him back saying he would do anything for her. And this turns out to be the anything she wanted.

Finally, the third guy was someone who they said owed money to a lady and either couldn't pay her or didn't want to. He had become aggressive when she kept pushing for payment. Finally, she had enough so had nominated him to teach him a lesson. Let him suffer here a bit. Maybe buy his freedom by paying her back the money, plus interest. But, certainly, a month here regardless. So, two 'voluntary' prisoners and one 'non-voluntary' he heard Warden comment upon.

After they were done discussing the new arrivals, which took around another fifteen minutes, they turned their attention to Martin. He had now been trapped in this stretch position for a good half hour. His arms were sore, his balls were aching and his embarrassment factor was off the scale.

"So, Martin, how do you like hanging out in my office?" Warden asked, sarcastically.

"Please, Warden, let me out of this. I'm begging you. Please. I can't take this much longer. I'm at my limit. Please," begged a desperate Martin.

"Guess you won't want to hear you have two more hours left in this then," Anna said, smiling.

Martin went into a panic. Thirty minutes was bad enough. But to stay like this for two more hours!! It has locked him into position, so he certainly can be forced to stay like this. But mentally he will be broken, as well as physically. He already aches badly all over. They can't be serious!

Luckily, Anna wasn't serious. She was toying with Martin.

"Anna. Naughty! Don't tease him. Look at him. He is petrified," Warden noted. "We are not going to leave you here two hours."

Martin breathed a sigh of relief.

"I just wanted a talk with you and I instructed the officers to put you in the correct waiting position in my office. But I am ready now. I still want you tied to that pole while we talk, but you will be happy to know I am going to make life a little easier for you."

Warden took a pair of scissors from a drawer from the side and approached Martin's cock. Martin's eyes widened for a second, wondering what she was going to do with those! Warden headed down towards the floor and used them to cut the rope that was pulling Martin's balls down towards the floor. The release felt amazing. Martin quickly sprung up to his feet. Still attached to the pole by his arms, but now able to stand it was far, far better.