PostApocalypto

Postapocalypto 4

     Tonya and Melissa stood at full attention as Corporal Abrams walked further into the restraint area, inspecting the situation before her.  The prisoner was firmly secured to the metal bench, she noticed.  Security had obviously not been compromised. 

      Dale was quite a mess, with Tonya’s secretions still all over his face and the dildo gag firmly affixed to his head and face.  His own cock was also well-lubed with Melissa’s juices, and the condom hung loosely on his softening cock. 

      Abrams said in a low voice “You girls need to be more discreet. Had the sergeant seen this episode, we might be incarcerating the two of you today.  Now, I know I sent in a trustee to give him a bath earlier, but it appears he will need another one, and I won’t be sending anybody this time, so you’ll have to scrub him yourself.  And get him good and clean because he is due in 20 minutes for an orientation meeting with myself, the sergeant and the base commander.  Oh, and in addition to standard restraints, did you two get the memo yesterday about the use of a full-time scrotum restraint on male prisoners at this facility from now on?”  The girls nodded.  Tonya acknowledged by informing the corporal that the restraint was currently in use, pointing at Dale’s cock as she spoke.     With an affirmative nod, Bridgette turned on her heel and walked to the door, tapping on it to signal the guard outside.  The guard checked the camera and buzzed the door open, then closed it behind her.

     The girls quickly got to work busily unfastening the straps securing Dale. Melissa unfastened the lock on the chain holding his feet to the metal bench.  Although the chain was removed, his feet were still shackled together as they had been since his capture.  Once again, Tonya stood guard with a tazer gun, pressing it flush to his skin between his shoulder blades as Melissa quickly unlocked Dale’s handcuffs from under the bench.  She helped Dale to sit up and very quickly re-attached his hands behind his back, before he could act on any possible ideas. 

     Tonya holstered the tazer and went to work unfastening the dildo gag from Dale’s head.  She and Melissa were silent as they went about their tasks, both feeling a bit embarrassed about the corporal catching them having their way with a prisoner.  Both doubted, however, that anything would come of it.  Corporal Abrams was typically easy-going, unlike the Sergeant. 

     Melissa took the leash attached to Dale’s scrotum ring and instructed him to stand up.  He did so, and she led him back over to the shower area.  Soon, he was reattached by his handcuffs to a chain dropped from the ceiling, bent forward with his leg irons secured to the hook in the floor rendering him stationary for his next shower.  Tonya turned on the water and Melissa began to scrub him down with soap.  Tonya joined them and both girls proceeded to lather Dale up.  The girls both worked quickly but managed to take time to pay special attention to Dale’s cock.  Tonya then moved on to Dale’s poor creamed-upon face and smiled at him as she worked, although neither girl said much.  After rinsing the soap from Dale’s body, the girls left him chained up and went to once again take a shower of their own.  Dale stood, precariously bent forward, noticing a bit of a chill blowing on his wet body.  The girls were more businesslike while bathing this time, and soon were putting on yet another round of thongs and bras. They soon donned their tight fatigues and short jackets, and shortly thereafter were buckling their duty belts. 

     When they finished dressing they walked back over to Dale.  Tonya unattached his cuffed wrists from the overhead chain which held him in a stringent strapedo position.  Melissa stooped down to unfasten the connector chain from the hook in the floor.  Now Dale was at least able to stand upright, although he was still quite secure in his hinged handcuffs, leg irons, and scrotum restraint.  The chain leash was still attached to the eye ring welded to the device, and it hung down to the floor until Melissa took it into her hand.  When she had Dale and his cock under her firm guidance, she led him back over to the equipment lockers and had him sit on the metal bench where the girls had raped him earlier. 

     “What do you think, Tonya?” asked Melissa as the trio approached the cabinets. 

     “Well, for sure a blindfold.  That’s mandatory for the hallways.”  Tonya stated as she assessed Dale’s state of restriction.  

     “Oh, I know, but what about a gag?  They’ll be asking him questions…will he need it?”

     “Well, it can’t hurt.  And we’ve never been reprimanded for overdoing it, have we?”

     “You have a point- a gag it is.  Here, I’ll let you choose which one while I get this blindfold on him.”  With that, Melissa walked behind Dale with a hood that she began to fit over his head.  It was made of a rubbery material and stretched to snap together down the backside.  It completely covered the eyes and most of the nose, but left the mouth, nostrils, and ears open.  It was not the high-security hood he had worn earlier, but it was quite effective in blocking his sight and he would not get it off without the use of his hands.

     Tonya was looking through the locker and selected a black ball gag for her prisoner to wear into the meeting with the base commander.  It had a strap that buckled behind Dale’s head, and a secondary, smaller strap that went under the chin to keep it from being spat out.  Like the hood, it was far from the highest security model she had to choose from, but for the short term it would be fine and would be easily-removed when the interrogation began.  Soon Tonya was fitting the ball into Dale’s mouth and within a few seconds the buckles were being tightened, followed by a small lock on the back buckle provided by Melissa. 

    Now totally blinded, gagged, and as had become normal- helpless, Dale stood until the young women began to usher him back toward the main door.  Melissa gently tugged on the leash while Tonya walked behind him, holding his shoulders and gently guiding him.  The guard was summoned and the door was electronically unlocked from the hallway, making a slight buzzing sound as Dale was led through.

    As the door closed behind the group, Dale could hear the cart again.  Melissa and Tonya held Dale in place while the guard in the hallway maneuvered the cart right up to Dale’s shins.  Soon Dale found himself being lifted under the arms by the girls, who laid him down face-first onto the flat cold metal cargo surface.  In short order, Melissa pulled Dale’s fettered feet up behind him, then sat down on them to flatten them down a bit.  Rather than use a connecting chain as she had earlier, Melissa used a pair of standard hinged handcuffs to attach Dales feet to his wrists, allowing him little if any movement.  Dale had virtually no slack between his wrists and his ankles now.  His shoulders were forced back a bit to accommodate the uncomfortable position, but he didn’t figure to be on the cart long, as he had heard the corporal use the 20 minute figure earlier, and that had been over 15 minutes ago by his estimation.

     The group moved quickly throughout the hallways and shortly arrived at a door.  Tonya pressed a call button and announced their presence.  Soon the girls and their charge were being buzzed in.  Melissa removed Dale from his short-term hog tie, and the girls pulled him up to stand.  Dale could hear female voices talking in hushed tones a few feet away, but had no idea how many were in the room. 

    Tonya and Melissa took Dale once again under his arms and led him over to a chair, but not just any chair.  This one was specifically-designed with accommodations for prisoners, with lots of open holes and heavy metal construction.  Since Dale was already heavily restrained, the girls sat him down as he was into the chair.   He found himself sitting back on his cuffed hands.  The girls were not finished, however.  Tonya ran a connecting chain between Dale’s wrists, through a hole in the chair back to a restraint hook on the frame of the chair only a few centimeters from the hole.  This allowed Dale virtually no hand movement and secured him definitively to the metal chair.  Meanwhile, Melissa ran another connecting chain from his ankle chain to another restraint hook near his feet.  This was also pulled tight with virtually no slack.  Now Dale was firmly attached to the chair at two points.

      Tonya unbuckled the ball gag from behind his head and pulled it off, taking strings of drool with it, some which landed on Dale’s chest.  While Tonya attended to the gag, Melissa looked to Sergeant Tompkins and asked if her commanders would like the hood removed.  Apparently the answer was in the affirmative, as Dale soon felt the hood being unsnapped.  After taking a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the moderately-bright light, Dale could see that his chair was positioned in front of a long table with 2 women sitting behind it, both wearing military-type uniforms. 

     Sergeant Tompkins spoke first.  “Sir, you have been captured in the act of violations of the global non-communications laws governing independent colonies residing inside the boundaries of recognized countries of the Unified Nations.  What this means for you is that your freedom has been completely forfeited by you, and you are at the mercy of the state at this point.  Understand, this is not a trial.  Your very presence in a non-com zone is grounds for your permanent detention, as it has been made abundantly clear to all those residing in the colonies that these areas are strictly off-limits.  The reason you are in this room now is that it has been mandated that all detainees be informed of their situation on the first day of custody.  While your guilt is not open to debate, we do have questions for you that you will be required to answer.  Forthright answers will be rewarded with special privileges, and resistance to the interrogations will be met with harsh punishment.  Do you understand what I have told you?”

     Dale did not respond to the question.  Instead, he kept his head down, not making eye contact with the two women at the table. 

     “Do you understand?” repeated Sergeant Tompkins.

     Again, Dale remained silent. 

     “I can see where this is going.  From this point on, you will be asked questions requiring a yes/no answer.  At some point during the next 24 hours, the gag will begin to hurt your jaw considerably.”

     With that statement, the sergeant nodded to Tonya, who promptly pulled Dales head back by his hair, simultaneously pressing the rubber ball to his lips.  Dale kept his mouth closed, but Melissa soon joined Tonya, pinching Dale’s nostrils shut.  Corporal Abrams, which Dale did not even realize was in the room behind him, withdrew her tazer gun from her belt.  She pressed the electrodes against Dale’s inner thigh and pressed the trigger.  Dale’s mouth opened up in a scream, soon being filled by Tonya’s black rubber ball gag.  Soon it was strapped into place, and the girls let go of the writhing prisoner who sat in shock, squirming in the metal chair.

     As if nothing had just occurred, the sergeant continued speaking to Dale.  The other woman at the table just looked on with a certain sense of professionalism, not allowing the commotion to stir her.  She scratched her forehead and perused some of the paperwork in front of her as the sergeant spoke. 

     “Mark it down, please, Corporal: 24 hours gagged.  Perhaps he will learn to answer questions at some point.”

     “Yes, Ma’am” Corporal Abrams responded, as she wrote the order down on a clipboard.

    “You could avoid such situations by cooperating.  You will be formally interrogated at some point, but for now our specialists are at another facility, so it will be a few days.  In the meantime, you are to remain in custody at this facility until time that your sentence is determined by a state judge.  Midwest Correctional Solutions, the company that runs this facility and employs myself as well as the rest of the staff here, is not in control of your sentencing, only your incarceration.  And as you may notice we take great pride in our work.  As a result, escape is an unrealistic sentiment, as is resistance.  Do what you’re told, and you will be treated with basic human dignity, fed, and sheltered.  Fight us, and you will regret it with all your being.”

     “Commander, would you care to add anything?” the sergeant looked at Commander Donna Hightower.

     Commander Hightower looked up from her paperwork momentarily and quickly introduced herself to Dale.  She made no threatening comments and acted with professionalism, but asked him no questions.  She basically reiterated what the sergeant had said regarding the fact that MCS was only charged with his incarceration, not his formal punishment. 

    She then followed up with the sergeant “I understand that your party also captured an ATV and some gear?”

    “Yes, commander.  We have taken it to the shop to have it totally checked over for intelligence.  We also GPS marked the area of capture in case nothing is found on the vehicle, although we do not believe he had time to toss anything.  He was captured within a few meters of where he was first made aware of our presence..”

    “Very well, then.  Keep me informed on this. If we do not find anything, it will mean he was carrying a simple message to be extracted by the interrogation team.  By the way, when are they due back?”

   “They are scheduled to be gone until next week, Ma’am” replied the sergeant. “Probably next Wednesday.  They caught that group up in the northeastern provinces, and are working overtime to debrief the lot of them”.

   “I see.  Well, this meeting is over.  We have informed the new prisoner of his situation, and I believe he may need awhile to get accustomed to his new surroundings.  Corporal, please take our new guest away to his cell.  I would imagine he is ready for some lunch- it’s too late for breakfast.  Now that I think of it, I missed breakfast as well.  Sergeant, shall we go grab a bite?”

    “Yes, Ma’am” replied the sergeant.  With that, the two women stood up, pushed in their chairs, and walked around the side of the table.  As they approached the door, it was opened and they walked out into the hallway.  Dale noticed the commander as she walked out.  Like most of the other women he had seen so far, she was very fit and although older than the rest of the females, was probably not more than early 40’s.  She had dark red hair bundled up into a ponytail and walked with authoritative speed and posture, helped in great part by her tall leather boots that came well up her calves, ending about 4 inches below her knees.

     There were now 3 females in the room with Dale.  As soon as the sergeant and Commander Hightower were gone, Corporal Abrams walked around to face Dale.

     “From now on, when any of our officers asks you a question, you answer her, especially when it is the base commander or the sergeant.  Don’t be a fool, and you won’t have to live in the kind of pain you’re experiencing now”.  As she spoke, she nodded toward Dale’s shaking hand, still under the influence of the tazer shock.  “Alright ladies, let’s get him to his new home”.

     Melissa was already pulling the hood back over Dale’s head as Tonya checked the tightness of the ball gag, which had been applied hastily a few moments earlier.  Then the connecting chains which attached Dale to the chair were unlocked, allowing the girls to stand him up on his feet which were a bit shaky to say the least.  The effects of the tazer would take awhile to wear off.  Dale could still feel the pain throughout his body, particularly his extremities.  His teeth even hurt from the shock, and he was even less able than before to control his lips around the edges of the rubber ball in his mouth, so he was already drooling profusely. 

     The corporal wheeled the cart over to Dale, and once again he soon found himself face-down on its cold steel surface, hog-cuffed behind his back.  Dale could hear the door to the room opening and felt the sensation of being wheeled out into the corridor.  He heard the corporal tell the girls “CC-12” and assumed that was the number to his cell.  So did that mean there were more than 26 detention levels in this facility, if they ran out of single alphabetical designations?  He pondered this as he was wheeled closer to his new home. 

     After a few minutes, the cart stopped and Dale could hear a metal door opening.  Then he felt himself moving a few more feet and stopping again. 

He felt Melissa remove the set of cuffs from between his handcuffs and leg irons, then felt his legs being unfurled.  The girls each took him by an elbow and hefted his semi-limp body up off the cart, onto his feet.  He stood a bit shakily but the girls held him to keep him from falling over.  

     “Well, you’ve managed to make your first day here uncomfortable, Mister” Tonya said in a low tone of voice.  “I’ve got to keep you gagged the rest of today, tonight, and all the way until eleven-hundred hours tomorrow.  You’ll be lucky if you’ll be able to move your jaw when it’s all over with”. 

     “Yeah, and we’ve got to keep him handcuffed so he won’t be able to get the gag off,” Melissa added as she removed the shackles from Dale’s feet. 

     “Yeah, you’re right, I’m afraid.  Look, we really don’t want to make things any more difficult for you than they already are, but your unwillingness to cooperate with the sergeant back there forces our hand, you see”.

     Dale felt drool landing on his chest as he stood between the girls and listened to their admonitions. 

     “I don’t really feel good about leaving him alone with a ballgag, Tonya”, stated Melissa.  “We don’t need him choking in his sleep”. 

     “Well, the sergeant said we had to keep him in a gag, but she didn’t specify what type.  I’m thinking maybe a ring gag would be best for this job.  What do you think?”

     “I believe that’s a good idea. I’m thinking a full head harness, too..I’ll need to go get it, so let’s get him stationary so you can guard him by yourself.”

      “Alright”, Tonya answered.  Soon the girls had Dale’s handcuffed wrists attached via connecting chain to a metal ring counter-set into the wall.  The location of the ring was about a foot above where Dale’s wrists hung naturally, so he was slightly bent forward, as the connecting chain was pulled tight with little slack, then wrapped several times like a rope before being padlocked by Melissa. 

     “Should we leave his legs free for now?”

     “I don’t see any reason to secure them unless he gives us one”, replied Tonya, who emphasized the point with a firm slap on Dale’s ass.  The slap startled Dale, who was not expecting it, and a fresh stream of drool popped out from behind the rubber ball gag, landing on his foot.  With that, Tonya took the scrotum leash in her hand, wrapped it around Dale’s hinged-together wrists a couple of times next to the connecting chain, pulling it mildly taut to emphasize to Dale his situation, then she sat down on a bunk a few feet from him.  She reached up and turned on a reading light embedded in the wall above the pillow, and motioned for Melissa to retrieve the necessary restraint hardware from the equipment room. 

     As soon as Melissa had left, Tonya got up from the bunk, walked over to Dale and grabbed his balls in her hand.  “I hope you will cooperate next time, really…I do not want to have to hurt you again like we did awhile ago.  I am sorry the corporal had to taze you earlier.  I do not like seeing that.  Just do what you’re told, will you?”  Without waiting for a reply from Dale, Tonya continued “My name is Tonya.  After today, you will not see me as often, as we are often out on patrol, but I will be back every few days or so.  I cannot protect you except to tell you that you will be taken care of if you do what you’re asked.  But understand, there are people here that will not think twice about really hurting you.  Please abide by all the rules, even if you do not like them.  Do not give them a reason to hurt you.  Do you hear what I am trying to tell you?”

    Dale nodded his head in the affirmative, showing more respect for this young girl than he had her superiors earlier.  He knew that if he had any friends now at all, she was it.  Tonya responded to him by patting him on the side of the face a couple of times, then she went back to sit on the bunk.  Her body was tired from being out on patrol for 3 days.  She longed for the solitude and rest her quarters would provide for her soon.  She was even more exhausted from her first real sexual experience with Dale’s face earlier.  She looked at him hanging from the wall by his tightly-cuffed wrists and pitied him somewhat, but knew it was her job to keep him here in this place until it was decided what would be done with him on a permanent basis. 

     Melissa returned shortly thereafter with a ring gag on a head harness.  As she walked in, Tonya got up and began to undo Dale’s connecting chain from the ring in the wall.  Soon Dale was standing upright once again.  Melissa soon had the hood and the ball gag removed, but before Dale could enjoy the freedom of his jaw, she was replacing these restraints with the head harness and ring gag, which he reluctantly allowed her to insert behind his teeth.  He offered Melissa no resistance mostly because of what Tonya had told him, but also because he didn’t want a repeat performance of the tazer.  Tonya looked into Dale’s eyes but said nothing as she helped Melissa fit the harness, tightening the under-chin strap as Melissa minded the ones at the back.  Melissa then produced a small lock to finalize the security of the harness. 

     Now the girls turned their attention to Dale’s other restraints.  Melissa suggested they hog tie him once more but Tonya lobbied for something more comfortable, stating it was in his best interest to get some rest and it would be impossible to rest if restrained that way. 

    It was agreed that Dale would be fitted with a belly chain, then a connecting chain would be attached to Dale’s scrotum ring, run up his ass crack, over the belly chain in back, and attached to a pair of non-hinged standard handcuffs that Tonya produced.  This would prevent Dale from working the cuffs around to his front where he would be more able to interfere with his gag. 

     Tonya took time to demonstrate the differences in the chain cuffs and the hinged cuffs to Dale as she swapped them out, first placing the chain cuffs on his wrists before removing the hinged ones.  They would allow him a little more wiggle room, but not very much, as there were only 2 links between the bracelets, but at least Dale now had some ability to swivel each wrist.

     As the girls finished their work on his restraints, Dale began to drool most profusely, even more than with the ball gag before.  The ring gag was impossible to form any type of seal around to keep saliva from falling out.  When Melissa or Tonya would bend him down for any reason, drool would automatically fall down his chin. 

     Once cuffed up, the girls sat Dale down on his bunk.  He soon felt the limits of his connector chain from his wrists to his scrotum ring, but he was able to lay back and roll over somewhat with Tonya’s help.  The bed was soft and comfortable compared to where he had been sleeping in the wilderness for the past few weeks. 

     “If you don’t try to move around too much, you should be ok.  You can get to the toilet if need be, but don’t let the guards catch you doing anything you’ll regret”, Tonya warned as she backed up a few steps to survey her work. 

     With that, Melissa produced a chain which she wrapped around Dale’s left ankle and locked on just tightly enough that it would not come off.  She looped the other end around another recessed ring in the wall, this one near the foot of the bunk.  There was enough slack in this chain so that Dale could just get to the toilet if he needed to, but that was not much since the toilet was basically right in front of the bunk. 

     Dale did not know how he would manage going to the bathroom in the restrained situation he found himself in.  He started to wish he had given the sergeant a little more cooperation earlier.  Perhaps then he would not have to sleep chained up like an animal. 

     Tonya and Melissa checked and rechecked Dale’s restraints, then both girls stood at the heavy steel door, identified themselves via intercom to the hall jailer who checked the video monitor and buzzed the door open.  The girls walked out and the door clanged shut heavily behind them. 

     24 hours, Dale thought as he laid on his side to keep the handcuffs from digging into his backside.  He did his best to keep his mouth toward the ceiling so he would not drool in his bed.  The ring in his mouth was large and kept it open wide.  As soon as the girls left him to himself, he spent several frantic minutes attempting to push the ring out with his tongue, which did not work. Even though he could open his mouth wide enough to get it from behind his teeth momentarily, the ring was strapped in his mouth tightly enough to keep him from popping it out.  As he continually failed to push the ring out, he finally succumbed to the idea that he was stuck with it. 

     He had spent enough time in handcuffs by this time to know that without something to pick the locks with, there was simply no use trying to escape from them. 

     So he struggled to get to his knees on the cot, then looked around the dimly-lit cell as much as his eyes would allow for anything he could pick the locks with.   Any small piece of metal might work if he could lodge it successfully under the teeth of the rotating half of the cuffs and pry that half backward from the ratchet mechanism.  Unfortunately for Dale, the facility he was in was quite sterile in nature and he saw absolutely nothing he could use as a shim.

     As Dale looked down to the floor, he momentarily forgot about his ring gag and drool poured out of his mouth, down his chin.  As it happened, Dale quickly leaned forward so most of it landed in the floor.  Dale sighed and sat back against the wall, careful not to pull too tightly on the chain that connected his wrists to his balls.  He realized how exhausted he was, having not slept in nearly two days.  He rested his head back against the concrete wall and closed his eyes.  For now, he would have to remain where he was.  He would wait for the right opportunity to escape later, when and if his captors let their guard down.  Fact is, he didn’t know anything about the information he was carrying on his ATV.  He didn’t even know the location of the intel aside from the fact that it was located somewhere on the bike itself.  The colonists had very crafty ways of hiding vast quantities of information on microchips, then hiding the microchips in various locations on vehicles or equipment. Sometimes it would take government agents weeks or months to find it.  Dale worried that they would not believe that he didn’t know where it was and that he would face severe treatment at the hands of his captors as Tonya had warned.  Dale pondered this as he quickly dozed off.

     The loud clunky noise of Dale’s cell door awoke him a while later, although he didn’t know how long he had been out.  He found himself on his side, still restrained as Tonya and Melissa had left him.  His mattress was soaked near where his face had been with drool and his arms hurt considerably, as did his jaw.  The dim light of the bunk lamp was soon superceded by the bright light from the hallway as his cell door swung open widely. 

     Dale could see at least two figures in the doorway, one behind the other.  As they entered his cell, he could see that the one closest to him was the female inmate that had given him a scrubbing in the shower earlier.  She carried a tray in front of her and Dale could smell food.  She still wore a prison-issue gray shirt and tiny grey cotton thong beneath, and wore thin flip-flops on her feet now.  Aside from that, her hair was still pulled up behind her head in a ponytail.  As she walked in, he noticed her feet were still chained together and she wore a belly chain with her hands apparently cuffed to the sides, which allowed her to hold the metal tray.  She wore a ball gag in her mouth as before, and kept her head down for the most part. 

     The person behind her was a guard, and she wore the same uniform that Tonya and Melissa had worn.  Tight grey-colored fatigue bottoms, combat-style boots, and a tight black top with a few buttons near the neckline, all buttoned up.  This woman appeared to be in her late 20’s or early 30’s, but it was hard to tell in the light.  Dale did notice that her hair was pulled back and had a wet appearance, appearing light in color.  It was not as long as the younger girls’ hair, coming down to shoulder length and stopping abruptly there, tipping slightly upward as it reached the end. 

     “Sit up” she pointed at Dale with one hand, her other hand resting on her duty belt at her hip.  The belt appeared to hold both a stun gun and a firearm, along with a myriad of other items including a tactical baton.  Dale squirmed to try to get into an upright sitting position, but was somewhat groggy from sleep which slowed his progress. 

     “I mean NOW”, the guard shoved the female prisoner aside and withdrew the baton from her duty belt, which she pointed directly at Dale’s head.  Dale quickly realized he was no longer dealing with a “nice” guard such as Tonya had been.  He had known this bitch 10 seconds and she was already screaming at him and assuming a threatening position.  Dale knew that in his state of restraint, he would be totally unable to protect himself if this woman were to begin swinging the baton at him.  He sat up as straight as he could and hoped the guard would be satisfied.  The guard said nothing but, to Dale’s relief, holstered the baton, then withdrew a set of keys from her belt, one of which she used to unfasten the small padlocks holding Dale’s ring gag onto his head.  Within a few moments, Dale felt the straps being loosened and the harness being removed from his head.

     The guard now turned her attention to the female prisoner and said shortly “Feed him”.  The female prisoner sat down beside Dale, having problems of her own getting situated with the restraints she had been fitted with.  As she squirmed and maneuvered her barely-covered bottom around on the bed next to Dale, his eyes wandered downward to her thighs and the tops of her breasts.  She was a finely-built woman, and even without her hair or makeup done she was very, very attractive to him. 

     Dale was interrupted from his staring by the woman’s hand, which crossed the field of vision between Dale’s eyes and her body parts.  She pulled upward as far as she could with her hand, but could not get the sandwich up far enough to reach Dale’s mouth.  So she once again shifted herself on the bed to sit on her knees, which elevated her position enough to allow herself to feed him. 

     She held a sandwich in her hand.  At first, Dale could not tell what kind of sandwich it was, but as he took a bite he recognized the bland taste of bologna.  No mayonnaise, no mustard.  Nothing.  Just bread and bologna.  But it was more than he’d had in quite some time, so he ate it from her hand until it was gone.  When he was finished, she held yet another sandwich out and proceeded to feed him that until he told her that it was enough, and she put the remaining part back onto the tray.  Then she held up a cup to Dale, a plastic type with a straw protruding from the top.  He didn’t know what was in the cup, but pulled whatever it was up through the straw and into his mouth.  He tasted cold water, which was fine as far as he was concerned.  From what he could see, the company that ran this facility was not about to lose money on nutritional programs. 

     When Dale had his fill of the water, he nodded to the woman who was only able to communicate with her eyes.  She struggled hard to keep from drooling in a vain attempt to maintain some dignity, but as before in the shower room, wet spots evidenced her failure to keep her saliva from escaping the corners of her mouth which were forced open by the rubber ball wedged behind her teeth. 

     “Get out” came an order from the guard who had monitored the feeding process.  The female prisoner quickly got up from the bunk, and Dale watched her pick the tray up, turn around and shuffle out of the cell with it.  He could see her continue to the other side of the hallway and kneel down in front of the wall onto her knees.  She then crossed her chained ankles and lowered her head in a subservient position, awaiting her guard’s next orders. 

     As Dale was watching the female inmate’s submissive ritual, he felt a hand grab his lower jaw as the guard pulled his face around to meet her gaze.  “You’re new here, so I’ll introduce myself.  My name is corporal Tracy Milford, and you apparently don’t have a name, but it doesn’t matter, because to me you’re just another man who probably thinks he can get anything he wants in this world because he has a penis.  Understand, on this cell block, what I say is the law, and you have absolutely NO rights.  You eat, breathe, and live only if I decide I want you to. 

     What Corporal Milford was not telling Dale was that if he FAILED to live, she could face capitol charges, but she did not tell him that because she wanted to maintain an element of fear from him.  Tracy had been hurt by a man once when she was young and had never forgotten it.  Since that time, she took absolute pleasure in dominating men in every way imaginable every time one was incarcerated on her cell block. Tracy was one of the very people Tonya had referred to when she had warned him earlier about disobedience. 

     “Up on your knees- face the wall” Tracy ordered Dale.  He immediately squirmed to assume a sitting position on his knees.  The chain attached to his right leg was just long enough to allow him to comply with her command to face the wall.  Dale saw from the corner of his eye as Tracy picked up the ring gag harness from the bed beside him.  He soon felt it being pulled over his head and the ring being unceremoniously popped into place behind his teeth.  Then the straps tightened once more and soon locks were being clicked into place. 

     With that, Tracy forcibly shoved Dale down onto his stomach on the bed.  Dale laid still offering no resistance, fearing what may result from it if he did.  Tracy unlocked the connecting chain from the wall, then unlocked the other end from Dale’s leg.  Dale soon felt his feet being pulled up behind him, then a leg cuff being applied to his left leg.  Tracy then pulled the other side of the leg irons up through Dale’s handcuffs, then wrapped the chain from the leg irons around the cuffs a few times to shorten it.  Then she attached the other side of the restraints to Dale’s right leg, once again putting Dale into a hog tie position, albeit a slightly looser one than Tonya and Melissa had employed earlier in a few instances.  Not totally satisfied with that, she re-used the connecting chain to attach the center links of Dale’s leg irons to the ring in the wall near the foot of the bed.  There would be no getting up to pee now, and Tracy didn’t seem concerned in the least.  After all, she probably had inmates clean up soiled linens….

     Satisfied that Dale was totally immobile for the evening, she turned out the light over his bunk and walked out of the cell, closing the door with a loud clang.  As the door closed, Dale could see his female prisoner counterpart still facing the wall in the hallway. 

    With the door now closed and the light out, Dale could barely see anything.  There was a small sliver of light coming from under the door.  That was about all.  And Dale began to have the urge to pee, but there was no way now that he could reach the toilet.  And here came the infernal drool again.  Dale worried about his newest captor, this corporal named Tracy.  What would she do if he wet the bed, he wondered…And after having slept earlier, he had no idea what time it was or how long it would be until he would be released from his current state of bondage, or who would come for him next.  Dale was in for a long, uncomfortable stay.  But it beat the previous night spent in an unforgiving arm binder, swinging to and fro in a  bundling bag chained to the inner frame of an APC.  Dale figured his situation had actually improved as he slowly began to doze back off into a fitful and uncomfortable sleep.