Camp Treve-Part IV
The days go by, and we all settle in to the routine of Camp Treve. I begin to
feed my charges more appropriate volumes of gruel, interspersed with more
palatable fare, as I certainly don't want them to lose the curvaceous figures I
so enjoy. The morning exercise routines are extended, and more intensive
workouts introduced.. I work the girls to the edge of exhaustion most mornings.
After the second week, we start the beating rotation. I flog each in turn, two a
day, with moderate intensity. I usually fill number 3 up with water first,
knowing how violently she detests it. It's all part of the objective: make them
hate Camp Treve. Listening to their increasingly bitter conversations in the
dead of night, it appears effective.
Number 9 has taken to teaching the other some basic self-defense. They started
timidly at first, clearly fearing some retaliation on my part. Hushed
conversations. Became more bold, openly talking in groups. Finally practicing
moves on each other. I let them, watching on the monitor, chuckling at the
little hammer-locks and front kicks. After several weeks, it is clear they
consider themselves quite fierce. And between the morning exercise, afternoon
training, and intermittent whipping, all of my charges are tightly toned and
sensually muscled. I haven't done anything devious of late, and begin
preparations to rectify the situation.
I start pulling them out for floggings in twos and threes, which must come to
seem a natural thing. I tie them for beating in a variety of ways. Tie them
together such that one's movement hurt the others. Hang both from the ceiling,
one upside-down, faces strapped into crotches. Although I had been raping one
each day, often to orgasm, I stop. I provide them no gratification at all.
Continue this until their whispers at night return to the subject of escape, and
revenge.
I make a video tape that I will show my charges later, speaking to them. Make
certain adjustments around the Camp.
Always, I have been careful in selecting my little groups.. never more than one
of the leaders while keeping appearances random. Today, I select all three of
them.. 3, 6, 9. I am hoping they won't be able to resist temptation. Walk them
one by one into correction room 2, which I have prepared for this little
escapade by removing the majority of furnishings.. it is the only correction
room with an electrocutable floor. I watch the monitor with amusement as number
9, the last in place, issues the others a little nod and a meaningful glance.
I leave the tazer and nightstick, and remove the batteries from the remote
control. The keypads will have to do. Start the computer timer.
After jerking the door shut with a clang, I turn to face my three charges. Pull
out the useless remote and finger it idly as I address them.
'I feel like working out some frustration today, my little sweethearts. Afraid
you're going to be on the receiving end.' As I finish this statement, 3's collar
clicks open, the first of several timed events. 'Stand in place for now.' The
other two collars open as well, and I slide the remote back into my pocket. I
toss the moderately heavy flogger and coil of rope that I brought into the
barren room to the floor, and turn away from my charges to adjust the lone chain
dangling from the ceiling.
The whispers of their feet give me the slightest notice, and I crouch a bit,
bracing myself as all three slam into me. The combined weight of the three girls
drives me to the floor. We struggle on the floor, they on top of me. With all
three in close, they impede each other significantly but still manage several
good shots to my head. I retaliate convincingly. Throw one off long enough to
plant a foot in another's face, punch one breast that swings by. On we fight. My
clothes are something of a hindrance, providing them better purchase than I have
on the sweating skin that presses in on me. Their violent yells echo through the
chamber. My charges do finally manage to flip me over, and more by weight than
design, pin my arms behind my back
'Get the rope! Tie this fucker up!' one screams. Someone swings a foot
repeatedly into my balls, and I struggle to remain conscious as they loop the
rope around my wrists. 'To the chain!' Ah, the excitement in their voices..
They must have run the free end of the rope through the last link of chain, for
I am jerked to my feet. Arms painfully high behind me. Toes the only thing left
on the floor. Sharp pain in my shoulders.. dull ache in my nuts.. I settle into
a familiar place, letting the pain swallow me whole. I look at them through
lidded eyes as they strut triumphantly before me. With obvious pleasure, they
berate me. Kick and slap me.
'Let's strip him down.' It doesn't surprise me that number 3 directs this little
adventure. She is magnificent in victory, brief-lived through it may be. The
other two turn to the task.
'He didn't bring the shocker or the club.'
'But we have the remote!' cries 6, sliding it out of my pocket. Number 3 takes
it from the brunette and begins to examine the many button, ordering the other
girl back to work.
'Holy shit.. oh my god.' The girls exclamations as they uncover my body aren't
in admiration of my heavy musculature. Rather, they stare in shock at the
evidence of my trials, my endurance. The lines of little depressions running up
and down my torso. Narrow tracks of roughly stitched cuts over my pectorals,
thighs, buttocks. Two missing toes. The disfigured flesh of my cock, burned and
scarred along its length. Misshapen sac, cradling my one whole testicle and the
stringy remains of the other. Most startling perhaps are the larger depressions,
healed over now, over my left hip, on top of my right thigh and the outside of
my right calf. Where the rats were at me while I was too exhausted to fend them
off.
'Jesus,' whispers 9. 'He said something about Beirut. You don't think..' She
lets the thought trail off, apparently finding it unthinkable that someone would
intentionally do things that would leave such evidence.
'Fuck him. He's ours now.' Number 3's voice is vehement, though she is clearly
shaken. 'I've got some frustration to work out,' she says to me with a wry grin
She jerks my head up by the hair. 'I'm going to make you scream, you fuck.'
'Better than you have tried, sugar.' She flies into a rage at my reply, and
begins slapping me. Apparently, this hurts her hand. She switches to repeatedly
lifting a knee into my unprotected crotch. I grunt as each fresh spike of pain
shoots through me.
'Hang on, 3.' It's number 9 that speaks. 'Something's wrong. He should be more
upset, don't you think?' 3 stops her assault long enough to consider that. Lifts
my head by the hair again.
'She's right, asshole. Why are you just hanging there? No struggling? What's the
fucking deal?'
'You're all fucked,' I reply through the pain blossoming from my crotch. 'You
either let me go and get your pretty little asses back in those collars, or you
all die. Right here.' Enraged again, the redhead resumes her attack.
'Wait!' yells number 9. She and 6 drag the other girl away from me. 'What do you
mean we're fucked?'
'You're locked in this room.'
'Bullshit! We have the remote.'
'Open the door,' I reply. She instructs the others to get the door open, and
they huddle around the complex remote control. I continue. 'There isn't any
water in here. And no food back in the cell. I suspect they'll last longer than
you will.'
'Shut the fuck up!' 3 screams, trying several buttons on the control. The door
remains tightly sealed. Finally, frustrated with the remote, she turns and
strides purposely towards me. Waggles the unit before me. 'How does this fucking
thing work?' I just smile at her. She takes up my privates in her hand,
twisting, squeezing, digging her nails in. The smile stays on my face as the
biting agony courses through me, although I sag, placing more of my weight on my
arms. She eventually pulls her bloody hand away, bits of my skin trailing out
from beneath her nails.
'You're going to fucking tell me.'
'No,' I reply simply, 'I'm not.'
My charges again huddle around the remote, over by the door. They converse in
hushed tones, broken periodically by frustrated outbursts. At last, they return
to me. I note that the redhead has retrieved the whip.
'All right, you motherfucker. We'd rather die than submit to your shit again.
There's plenty of time before starvation kills us, and we're going to make sure
you regret every second until then.' She shakes out the whip for effect.
'Dehydration,' I say.
'What?'
'You three are going to die of dehydration. The others will starve, a bit more
slowly.' She swings the whip hard, if inexpertly, into my balls. I swallow my
cry.
'You can tell us your fucking code any time you want,' she tells me, taking
another stroke.
'Wouldn't matter.'
'Huh?'
'There aren't any batteries,' I say with a grin.
Furious after verifying my words, the three go to work. Circling me. 3, beating
me as hard as she can with the whip, seeking out my most sensitive parts. The
other two slapping, kicking, scratching. For more than an hour they work
tirelessly to give me pain. Number 3 rapes my ass with the handle of the
flogger, smearing the bloody result across my face and lips before striking me
again. I sink into a familiar void, comfortable in a way, alone with the pain
surging through my battered, bleeding body.
We feel the first tingles from the floor together. The assault stops at last as
they look at each other, confused. Three quick, mild bursts from the floor.
Right after the third, I launch into action, drawing on the reserve of energy I
have been coveting for this moment. Bounce off the floor, swinging my back, ass
and legs through the circle of my arms. As my head swings back upright, I see
the women twitching. Hear their screams as they fall to the floor. The fourth
burst of electricity is still coursing.. a strong one this time.
I debate for a moment, then lower my feet back to the floor. Throw my head back,
eyes closed in ecstasy as the power shakes me in its grasp. The helpless
twitching that has my charges under control creeps up my legs as I continue to
press my feet into the contact strips. So wonderful..
It takes some time, as my hands have gone numb, but I finally manage to free the
clumsy knot and stand unbound. The shock from the floor has reduced from the
paralyzing level, but continues to jolt all four of us. I on my feet, they
collapsed to the floor.
I walk, unsteady, to the door as the tendrils of electricity lick at me. Punch a
code into the keypad. Walk through the open door, leaving a trail of bloody
footprints behind me as I return to my quarters for a shower.
'I want to show you all something.' My nine prisoners, collared before me, stare
unabashedly at my battered, swollen face. Despite my terrifying visage, I am
grinning back at them. At least all of my teeth are still in place. The three
that joined me in this game are still trembling uncontrollably, a full day after
their return to the cell. It seems I left them collapsed on the electrocuted
floor while I showered and took a brief nap. Their muscles are stressed beyond
all normal limits.
Working the remote, again powered by fresh cells, I reveal the monitor in the
holding area and start the video tape. My charges watch with rapt attention as
my unmarked face appears there.
'Hello, my lovelies. You are watching this, so things have proceeded nicely. I
suspect I am standing before you in somewhat worse shape than this, but happy
nonetheless. Three of you are going to turn the tables on me very soon. Have
your little chance at me, shall we say. I doubt you'll find it very
satisfactory. I didn't scream when my left testicle was crushed to bits in a
vice, and I don't intend to start now.'
'Why, you might ask? For one, I intend to enjoy it. I know you can't understand
that, but it's true. More importantly, I believe the loss of hope more
devastating than hopelessness. Perhaps this little drama will prove a point. You
all belong to me.'
End Part IV
