PostApocalypto

      Dale shuffled along between his two primary captors, Melissa and Tonya, followed closely behind by Corporal Abrams.  His feet were chained closely together, shortening his normal stride by less than half.  Each elbow was held by one of the girls as he walked, Melissa on his left, Tonya on his right. The young women were forced to shorten their own strides to accommodate his.  Tonya held the leash attached to Dale’s scrotum in her hand, but mercifully she did not pull too hard on it.  She had obeyed orders to use the device, but personally saw no need to torture her prisoner unless his behavior warranted her doing so.  They walked down a brightly-lit central hallway, past several metal doors on each side as well as other hallways that went to various parts of the complex.   Finally they arrived at a guard station and stopped. 

    Although Dale was blindfolded and could only see pitch black, he had been counting his steps.  It had been about 20 of his abbreviated steps from the APC to the ramp, about 100 short steps up that ramp, and he had taken about 200 steps before stopping here.  In his mind he was making a map in the event he could ever find a way to free himself.

    What Dale did not know was the extent to which the wardens of the facility had gone to nullify just such an attempt by a prisoner to map out an escape route.  As Dale and his little entourage got to the guard station, they walked him up to a round metal plate in the floor, a little under a half-meter in diameter.  Melissa unfastened the connecting chain from the D-ring on Dale’s arm binder, the one attached to his leg restraints.  She then took that chain, looped it through several times between his leg chain and a large eye hook which rose from the center of the metal plate he was standing on.  She intentionally left almost no slack in the chain between his ankles and the hook. She finished securing the chain with a small lock.  Now Dale’s feet were tightly chained down to the floor.  When Melissa finished her task, Tonya bent Dale over forward, pulling up on his arms and hands, putting him in an uncomfortable position.  Melissa then reached up and grabbed a chain hanging from the ceiling, one with a swivel hook at the bottom.  She attached the hook to the D-ring on the tip of Dale’s arm binder.  One of the guards at the station pushed a button and the chain raised up into the ceiling a bit, then stopped as she deemed Dale to be sufficiently bent forward and helpless to stand upright, with significant tension on his chain.

      Tonya then took the end of the leash attached to Dale’s balls and stuck it into one of the straps on Dale’s gag, to hold it temporarily. 

     As soon as Dale was properly restrained between the metal plate and the chain from the ceiling, the girls stood back and the guard pushed another control button.  This caused the plate Dale was standing on to rotate slowly.  The girls had now let go of him completely and he hung there with his arms pointed up to the ceiling affixed to the chain.  The round plate he was standing on continued to turn, gradually speeding up.  As centrifugal force was applied with increasing speed, Dale lost all semblance of balance and pitched forward in his uncomfortable position.  He thought he would fall completely forward but he only fell as far as his restraints would allow him.  A feeling of slight panic set in from the sensation of falling and he began to have trouble breathing through the inflatable gag he had been fitted with.

    But almost as soon as it had started, the spinning stopped, and Dale was sufficiently disoriented.  He could now be led in any direction without knowing which way they were taking him.

    To further disorient Dale, he would no longer be walking anywhere.  One of the guards at the station brought forth a large motorized cart with a flat bed on it, measuring 1.5 by .5 meters.  After unhooking Dale’s arm binder from the swivel chain, then unfastening his leg chain from the hook on the rotating plate, the girls shuffled Dale over to the cart and sat him down on it.  They then laid him back and rolled him over onto his stomach.  At this point, Dale could easily anticipate the position he would soon be in as Tonya pulled his feet up to his wrists. Melissa used the all-purpose restraint chain to connect them together, securing his hands and ankles only a few short links of chain apart.  She then ran the small padlock through the necessary links on the chain to finalize the restrictive measure.

    Now Dale was belly-down on a cart, with no way to count steps or to know which direction the team of young women was taking him.  He could feel the motion of the cart as it moved down the hallways.  He could sense, to some degree, when it was changing course, but the girls would spin the cart around in the middle of the floor to conceal the direction they were turning.  In addition, Dale had no idea how fast it was moving.  He had heard the sounds and felt the sensation of riding in an elevator at one point as well, with no idea how many floors he had moved, but he did sense they were moving downward.  Not good if they were going underground, he surmised.   At this point, he could be down any number of hallways, in any number of directions, and on any number of levels in the complex.  The ride on the cart lasted about ten minutes, he figured, but that’s about all he knew.  The plan to disorient prisoners upon entry to the facility was completely successful, as Dale had no mental picture of where he was now.

    Dale had wondered if he would meet other prisoners when he got to the facility, but so far had heard nothing.  He heard no yelling or noise of any kind except the occasional chatter from the girls and the whine of the electric motor on the cart he was riding on.  It was as if he was the only inmate in the entire place. 

    A large metal door was opened, Dale’s cart was pushed through it, and the door closed again with a loud heavy thud.  With that Melissa and Tonya went to work removing some of the restraints Dale had been fitted with.  First, Melissa removed the connecting chain, loosening the strict hogtie she had put Dale in.  He was helped to stand up now, and Tonya spoke to him.
“We are going to loosen most of your restraints, at least for awhile, but please do not try to resist.” She tugged on the leash, just enough to get Dale’s attention.  “Do you understand?” she asked, rather politely.  Dale nodded his leather-covered head and grunted into the inflatable bulb lodged in his mouth. 

   “Alright, then” Tonya said as she began assisting Melissa, who had quickly unlocked the thumbcuffs Dale had been restrained with.  Soon the girls were both unbuckling straps and unlacing the cruel single glove restraint Dale had been wearing now for hours.  As it was removed, Dale could begin to feel life returning to his lower arms.  He still wore the plastic zip-tie which kept his wrists bound together, but he still felt much less restricted than with the arm binder in place.  His arms still hurt, but not as much. 

    Tonya then deflated the gag in Dale’s mouth, pulling it out and allowing him to rest his jaw.  Dale drooled profusely as it was removed, unable to control it as his jaw and mouth were nearly numb from the strain the device had caused.  Tonya followed up again with a rag, wiping Dale’s face and chin, then his chest, then her own chest; she had been standing rather close to him when she had removed the gag.

    “Will you check his hands, Melissa?” Tonya requested from her partner as she worked.  “Make sure they’re not blue.”  Melissa took Dale’s fingers and began to inspect them closely, rubbing them and kneading them in her hands. “I think he’s alright.” Melissa reported as she finished her inspection.  For emphasis, she could not resist smacking Dale’s ass as she stood back up. 

   Tonya now unfastened Dale’s blindfold, allowing him to see for the first time since he entered the building.  The light in the room was not particularly bright, but it hurt his eyes a little as he had become accustomed to pitch black.  He saw Tonya in front of him and knew that Melissa was behind him, as she was now holding his zip-tied hands in hers. 

    The room had a low ceiling, maybe a little more than 2 meters, and appeared to be made of concrete.  There were 4 heavy steel grills in the ceiling, 3 of which had lights behind them, and the other looked to be a small vent.  A couple of metal devices hung from the ceiling.  He looked down and saw a concrete floor with a small grate a few centimeters away from his feet.  The room appeared to extend beyond Dale’s field of view, with an undetermined space beyond a nondescript concrete wall. 

    Now Tonya began to unstrap Dale’s hood.  As she did so, Melissa withdrew her handcuffs from their place on her utility belt, ratcheting them onto Dale’s wrists above the zip-tie.  Dale’s palms were still facing away from one another as Tonya had fixed them earlier in the zip tie and the arm binder.  This allowed Melissa to cuff him properly without much trouble.  Then she took out some diagonal cutters and cut off the zip tie.  It had served its purpose, offering additional security while being thin enough to fit under the leather single glove restraint.  Melissa double locked the hinged cuffs she had put on Dale and again stood behind him, using the restraints as a handle to hold him by. 

    Now Dale stood there in leg irons, hinged handcuffs, a thick leather collar, and the testicle leash.  Actually, Dale felt relatively free considering the more strict restraints he had grown accustomed to over the past few hours.  Tonya removed the leash from the adjustable locking ring that surrounded Dale’s scrotum, but left the ring on him.  Apparently, this particular item was a full-time restraint not to be compromised for any reason.  Tonya then removed the leather collar from his neck. 

    The girls each took one of Dale’s elbows and ushered him toward the wall he was facing.  When they had him standing in front of it less than a meter away, he could see that about halfway up the wall were small holes every few centimeters, and from these holes water poured out and down the face of the wall.  Along the bottom of the wall was a trough filled with water.  Tonya told him “if you need to go, now is the time”.    Dale did need to pee, but he knew he had never felt comfortable doing so with an audience.

     “I can’t do it with you watching me” Dale told Tonya in a subdued voice, careful not to try to sound belligerent. 

     “ You will need to get used to being watched from now on, especially if you are outside your quarters as you are now” she said to him matter-of-factly.  Smacking his ass cheek with one hand, Tonya gestured toward the water wall.  Melissa held the hinges on Dales cuffed hands firmly as Dale renewed his efforts to concentrate on relieving himself.  Finally, he was able to produce a squirt or two, followed by a more meaningful flow. 

    When he finished, the two young women escorted Dale a few steps back from the water wall to stand directly under a shower head protruding from the concrete ceiling.  From the floor an eye hook emerged, and Melissa dutifully wrapped a connecting chain between it and Dale’s leg chain, again padlocking the chain in place.  When she finished, she pulled a small metal door down from the ceiling which concealed an overhead pull-down restraint chain.  She took this chain and ran it through Dale’s handcuffs.  Dale knew what was coming next as Tonya guided him to bend forward, pulling his arms up behind him in the process.  When he was sufficiently bent over, Melissa applied another padlock to this chain. 

     Dale knew that soon he would be getting wet, and prepared himself.  The girls left Dale hanging and stepped back near the doorway of the bathing cell.  The door opened with a clanging noise and another woman entered.  This woman was in her early to mid 30’s, and was scantily-clad in little more than a gray shirt that came down just below her waist.  Below the shirt she wore a gray colored thong which was little more than strings on the sides and back.  Dale immediately noticed that she wore a head harness securing a large red rubber ball behind her teeth.  She had on a pair of flip-flops and her wavy brown hair was pulled in a pony tail behind her.  She wore no makeup, but was attractive nonetheless, with tiny wrinkles around the corners of her eyes which seemed accentuated by the fact that her mouth was pried open with the gag. On her ankles were shackles with a half-meter of chain between them.  She wore no shackles on her hands that Dale could see. On her gray-colored shirt was a small pocket and a series of numbers, and what looked to be a bar code.  Dale noticed that on the front of her shirt, directly below her chin, was a series of wet spots-  drool caused from the ballgag she wore.  She shuffled into the room, the sound of chains clanging along the floor between her feet.  She carried a brush with long soft bristles on a wooden handle a little under one meter long. 

     She walked over to stand directly behind Dale and as she did so, Tonya turned to the wall beside her where a series of knobs were located.  From the shower head, lukewarm water began to spray out.  From a small tube in the ceiling next to the shower head, a foamy soap began to spew out directly onto Dale’s back between his shoulder blades.  Dale felt as the female prisoner began to brush his body down with her brush.  She made quick, short motions with the brush, applying a generous amount of pressure to the handle as she worked.  Soon, his entire body had been covered with the foamy soap.  He then felt the woman’s hands in his hair, massaging the soap into his scalp.  Soon thereafter, Dale felt her soapy hands move down under his armpits, then between his legs, where she applied soap generously to his scrotum which presented itself as a neat package as it was still constrained by the locking steel ring. When she finished soaping his nuts, he could feel her reaching up further between his legs and applying soap to his penis, which by now had become quite rigid.  She was on her knees behind him now, and he could see her clearly as he looked back between his legs.  He could not tell what her demeanor was because her gag distorted her facial expressions.  He wondered if she was enjoying the experience as much as he was. 

     Tonya and Melissa stood at the door watching the bathing in progress, and while neither of them said anything, they both began to feel their little thongs getting moist again. 

     Tonya turned the soap dispenser off, allowing the water to rinse Dale’s body of the lather.  The female prisoner, rather unceremoniously, grabbed the hair on the back of Dale’s head, pulling his head under the water to be sure it was properly rinsed of the soap.  As she did this, Dale could feel her body pressed up closely to his backside.  She was getting soaked from the water as much as he was, but she did not seem to mind.  She used her left hand to guide his soapy hair under the water, and he could feel her right hand slip between his legs and grab his balls again.  This move was concealed from the two guards by the way Dale and the female prisoner were standing.  The female prisoner squeezed Dale’s balls firmly, almost painfully, but for only a couple of seconds.  As she let go, he then felt her hand grab a big handful of his ass cheek.  Then she let go and stepped away from Dale, laying the soapy brush down on the floor in front of her.  Through his legs, he could see the woman shuffle over to the corner, turn and face the wall, then she got down to her knees and put her hands behind her head and waited. 

    Tonya turned the knob to stop the water, then she and Melissa both walked over toward the two prisoners.  Dale was not going anywhere for now, so Tonya turned her attention to the female prisoner.  Using a key to unlock a stainless-steel cabinet door, Tonya pulled from it a length of chain with handcuffs attached to it.  Tonya stood the female prisoner up from her knees, wrapped the chain around her waist and secured it with a small lock near the small of her back.  Dale could see what was going on, albeit from an awkward upside-down position.  The female prisoner was still holding her hands behind her head, which caused her back to arch and her thong-clad ass to stick out a bit.  Once Tonya got the chain locked onto her waist, she then reached between the woman’s legs and pulled a second, connected length of chain up between her buttocks.  At the end of this chain was attached a pair of standard handcuffs, connected at the 2 small links between the manacles. Tonya threaded this pair of handcuffs back under the waist chain at the small of the female prisoner’s back, and looped it over the top of the chain where she promptly secured her prisoner’s hands one at a time. 

    With the trustee properly secured for transport back to her cell, Melissa took her by the arm and led her to the door of the shower cell.  The door opened loudly once again and the female prisoner exited.  Dale could hear voices outside the cell and assumed another guard was waiting to take charge of the female prisoner. 

    Soon the door to the cell was closed again.  Dale was relieved that soon he would be released from his strenuous position.  He looked over at his two captors and to his surprise, saw them taking off their shirts.  They stood there in their tight bottoms and sports bras, and busily began removing their tactical belts, which they put in a locked compartment. Soon, the girls were removing their boots and within no time their pants were also gone.  Dale just hung there, quite uncomfortably, but not paying attention to his dilemma in the least.  After the nice view he had gotten of the female prisoner’s ass a few moments ago, not to mention the fact that she had rubbed his cock and balls down with soap, Dale was hard as a rock at this point. 

    Tonya and Melissa were soon down to their military-issue black thongs and bras, having removed everything else.  They were busy pulling towels and other items down from one of several stainless doors that lined the walls in the shower cell.  As he watched, Tonya and Melissa peeled off the bras, dropped their tiny thongs to the floor, picked up a few items and walked toward him, then past him.  As Tonya went past, she smiled down at Dale and traced her hand across his back as she walked past. As she reached his ass with her hand, Dale expected the now-obligatory smack, but it didn’t come, almost to his disappointment.

    Dale could see the girls walk to the far wall behind him.  They immediately turned on hot water which began to steam around them.  They were soon lathered up with soap, and each washed the other’s back with a sponge.  As he watched the two girls frolicking and giggling in the shower, Dale’s cock was as hard as he could ever remember it being.  Even though he was no stranger to seeing naked women, these girls were quite hot, and in very good shape. Their legs were especially shapely, resulting from years of military physical training, undoubtedly.  Seeing them together in the shower, rubbing their toned nude bodies down with soap was driving him crazy.  What made him even more crazy was the fact that these two sexy girls were totally in control of his every move, his every breath.

    Finally, they turned off the water and reached for large white towels they had hung nearby. Melissa, after drying herself off, appeared to use some type of deodorant, then pulled the towel up around her wet hair.  Tonya soon followed suit, and soon Dale got a nice view of both girls almost simultaneously pulling fresh clean black thongs up over their hips, bending down slightly as they did so.  With a bit of wiggling, the little triangles of these skimpy thongs nestled neatly into their proper curves and crannies.  Then came matching black sports bras covering the small but shapely breasts of both girls. 

    The girls had taken flip-flops with them into the shower and now stepped into them.  Apparently, they had no immediate plans to don uniforms.  They seemed perfectly at ease walking around in their skimpy underwear and flip-flops. 

    They walked back over to the compartments and stowed their toiletries and soiled laundry, then took their tactical belts from the locked compartment and put them around their waists.  These belts contained most of the restraints and keys and weapons and other various items, and even though the girls had decided to make themselves comfortable for their upcoming time off, they still had business to attend to with Dale.

    Tonya, looking like something out of a comic book in her skimpy attire with full tactical gear, walked over to Dale and soon began to unlock the overhead chain from his handcuffs.  Dale groaned a bit as he was finally able to stand up and blood began to rush back into his upper extremities. 

    His feet were still secured fast to the floor with yet another connecting chain, but Melissa was soon unlocking that as well.  Soon Dale stood upright, still handcuffed and shackled at the ankles.  He could still feel the stainless locking ring on his scrotum, but it didn’t really hurt much. 

    Tonya and Melissa took Dale by each elbow and led him around the edge of the wall that he had not previously been able to see around. On the far end of this area was a set of steel lockers inset into the concrete.  As they approached with the shuffling Dale between them, Tonya left Dale in Melissa’s custody temporarily to unlock some of the compartments.  As she opened these, Dale could see they contained all types of restraints, chains, and what appeared to be leather items such as the one Dale’s arms had been restrained in earlier.

    With a nod, Tonya motioned to Melissa, who lightly kneed the back of Dale’s legs. Dale knew this meant for him to hit his knees, and he did so right in front of a flat metal bench that was bolted to the floor.  Soon Dale was bent forward over the bench. 

    Tonya handed Melissa a chain leash, which Melissa padlocked immediately to the steel ring binding Dale’s scrotum.  She looped the handle end of the leash through a hook on her tactical belt.  While Melissa kept tension on the leash, Tonya looked down at Dale.  She held a tazer in her hand, making sure to get it close enough to Dale’s face that he could see it.    

     “Do not even think about trying anything while we remove your handcuffs.  If you do, you’ll never make it to this door, much less any of the other locked doors beyond.  Understand?”  she stated.  Dale shook his head in acknowledgement.  With that, Tonya unlocked the hinged cuffs from Dale’s wrists.  She then stood by, tazer in hand while Melissa rolled Dale over onto his back, laying him down on the bench.  Taking the handcuffs from Tonya, Melissa re-applied them to Dale’s wrists back up under the long bench.  So much for getting relief from having his hands pulled behind him, he thought.  She then sat down on Dale’s knees, taking a length of chain from Tonya and wrapping it around Dale’s already-shackled ankles, securing them to the bench.  Meanwhile, Tonya took a few large wide leather straps from one of the compartments and approached Dale with them.  She wrapped the first one around Dale’s waist and the bench.  Then another one around his upper knees.  She then turned around and put a large one around his torso and arms, which were already under the bench- now they were just more firmly in place there.  The last strap Tonya applied around Dale’s neck.   As she did this, Melissa revisited all of the other straps and secured them an extra notch. 

    Dale now felt as if he was part of the bench.  Any pride or modesty he had about his erect member had vanished at this point, as it was standing lewdly at full attention and there was nothing he could do to conceal it, especially now that his beautiful captors were nearly nude with their gorgeous bodies so close to him.  Even though Dale had grown up without ever knowing a lack of female companionship, he found the situation he was in quite erotic to say the least.

    The girls stood up, their task completed.  Melissa asked Tonya “Did you bring it?”  Tonya smiled at her and walked back over to their locker area, pulling something from a duffel bag.  She walked back over to where Dale was strapped down to the bench and held up the item in question.  It was some type of harness with a rubber penis attached.  The girls looked down at Dale, who was busy looking up at them.  Tonya then knelt down near Dale’s head and began to strap the thing to his face.  She told him to open his mouth wide and as he did, she inserted a large ball mounted on the backside of the phallus.  Now the rubber cock stood straight out from his face about 6-7 inches or so.  Tonya proceeded to buckle several straps behind Dale’s head and under his chin, ensuring the device would not slip off.  He knew what it was for, he had just never seen one designed to fit on somebody’s head…at least not in person.

    Melissa had already removed her tactical belt and was sitting on Dale by the time Tonya had finished applying the dildo-gag.  She began by straddling his knees and facing his raging hard-on, then bent forward to get a better view.  She grabbed the chain leash attached to his balls and pulled it taught, not so much it would hurt but enough to take the slack out of the chain, pulling his unit a tad closer to her.  She brought forth a small package, tore it open, and then rolled a condom down the length of Dale’s penis.  Then she proceeded to breathe warm air onto the head, not quite touching it yet.  Then she stuck out her tongue and began to lick the shaft up and down slowly.  Dale could not see her down there as by this time, Tonya had dropped her own tactical belt and was sitting on his chest, looking down at him, blocking his view of anything going on behind her. 

    Dale began to moan with pleasure every time Melissa licked his cock, and as he looked up at Tonya, he could see that her pupils had dilated to the point that he could not even tell what color her irises were.  She began to rub the area covered by the little black triangle of cloth she wore.  Then, with a sigh and a slight grunt, she stood up, turned around facing away from him, and mounted the cock attached to his face, pushing her thong to the side to allow the object to slide deep into her.  She pushed herself down as far as she could go, and Dale could see her ass cheeks coming down to rest directly onto his brow and the sides of his face.  Dale could smell Tonya’s perfumed scent as she put it on him, and it made him even more aroused than he had already been.

    Soon Dale could feel Melissa mounting him.  The girls were now both slowly moving themselves up and down on Dale’s real and artificial phalluses.  He could hear the sound of lips and tongues smacking as Tonya and Melissa kissed one another with wet, sloppy abandon. 

    Soon, Dale could hear Tonya moaning louder and her body was moving up and down on his face more rapidly.  Melissa’s pace also picked up and soon the girls’ bodies were slamming down hard onto Dale.  Melissa’s cunt felt good and he felt himself coming close to a massive orgasm, despite his testicles being restrained with the steel ring.

     Tonya screamed out, and as she did so, her thighs tightened around Dale’s face which began to get wet as she came in wave after wave of ecstasy.  Soon Dale thought he might drown as a result of Tonya’s squirting, but eventually, after making Dale think he would either drown or get his head squeezed off, she stopped.  Despite the moist situation, his cock was at the brink and when he felt Melissa’s legs clench around his hips, he knew she was coming and the thought of it was enough to bring him to an intense orgasm of his own.

      With his body constrained in every way imaginable, Dale felt a huge release through his cock like he had never felt before.  It was about the only thing on his body that wasn’t strapped down or held in place with a woman’s thighs at the moment. 

     Meanwhile, Tonya was giggling and still breathing heavily.  She was still seated firmly with her ass pressed against Dale’s face.  Dale could barely see anything but Tonya’s backside.  His eyebrows and the tops of his cheeks were gleaming with Tonya’s fluids, and he found it a little difficult to get a good breath as his mouth was filled with a large black rubber ball, in addition to Tonya’s weight pushing down on him. 

    As the trio each attempted to catch his or her breath, the door to the cell opened loudly and Corporal Abrams entered, catching the two girls in the act of raping the prisoner.  Dale could feel the girls tense up, and although he could not see who had entered, he had heard bootsteps and knew it must be one of the girls’ superiors.

     The girls stood up immediately, adjusted their pushed-aside thongs to cover their most private areas once again, and stood side by side at attention beside the helpless Dale, who at this point was wearing only a well-used condom, a dildo-harness gag, and of course the myriad of restraints that held him firmly to the bench.  There was no way they could deny what the corporal had walked in on. 

End of Chapter 3