Chapter 2
Out of the Frying Pan and Into the Fire...
They'd walked through the interior of the prison
without so much as a glance from any of the guards
they'd passed by. It had taken them a good 10
minutes, and some five checkpoints later, to make
their way from the gas chamber to the outside.
At each, Chelsey had stopped while the guard on duty
unlocked the rolling doors and spoken in friendly
tones to each. It never seemed to occur to 'any' of
them to question his presence, or his situation.
One had gone so far as to hand her a business card and
say something to the effect of wanting 'him' as a
birthday present for his wife. Chelsey had chuckled
softly, asked when the woman's birthday 'was', made a
note on the back of the card when the guard responded,
then nodded her head with a softly spoken, "I'll see
how far along his training is," as they'd passed
through that checkpoint.
It quickly became apparent to him that 'her' presence
and 'his' situation, were tightly interwoven. As he
shuffled along behind her, he began to wonder how
'high' up the chain of command in the prison this
whole thing went.
He had his answer as they stopped at the last
checkpoint and the warden stood calmly on the other
side of the double set of bars. He hadn't 'seen' the
man that often in 10 years but knew him well enough
to recognize him on the spot. Of course, the fact
that he was flanked by two captains as they stepped
by, 'may' have been another clue as well.
Here Chelsey paused and held out her hand,
confirming his fears with a nod of her head and a
softly spoken, "Warden." from her lips.
"Chelsey..." the man said with his own friendly smile
as he stepped forward and gave her a long hug. "It's
been 'ages' my child. Whatever in the world have you
been up to?"
"Oh...you know...the usual..." was Chelsey's only
comment as she returned the older man's hugging
embrace.
"Your mother is 'fit' to be tied you know. You
haven't been over to the house in ages." The warden
said by way of gentle admonishment.
"Father..." Chelsey responded softly, a slight furrow
to her brow as she went on. "You 'know' very well,
that I'm a busy woman. I have my own interests now."
The Warden seemed properly chastised and actually
dipped his head in response to her tone. Chelsey
chuckled softly and laid a gentle hand on his suit
clad forearm and spoke again. "But tell mother as
soon as this latest batch is sold, I'll pay her a nice
long visit...." Again she eyed him over her shoulder
with a knowing waggle of her eyebrows and spoke. "I
promise..."
The Warden turned to him then as well and smiled
pleasantly enough. "Oh your mother would indeed
like that...I work so much now that she gets rather
lonely I'm afraid."
Chelsey chuckled again and gave the leash on his
collar a good pull, causing him to stumble forward
slightly in his helpless state. "I'll see what I can
do for her Father...never fear...I think I have just
the thing...." she grinned as she moved off through a
set of double doors and out into the bright sunshine
of a cloudless blue sky.
Trent hesitated for a moment, pulling back on the
leash at his neck, cringing away from the brightness
of the day. But Chelsey was non-pulsed and pulled
hard on the collar at his neck when he hesitated.
Again, he stumbled forward slightly, but righted
himself a moment later as she led him across the
loading dock onto which they'd stepped.
Fortunately, this time of day, the docks were empty of
the prison's workers, but whether that was by design,
or merely the fact that it was lunchtime within the
prison, he'd never know. Either way, she led him
without ceremony across the rough stone of the dock
and toward a plain white van.
The back doors hung open, as if it was expecting them,
and she calmly stepped from the dock and slightly down
into it. He had to duck, which was awkward with his
hands bound behind him, but he managed with a guiding
hand from her. She gripped his elbow then and spun
him until his back and bound arms faced the panel
sides of the interior.
She dropped the chain to the collar onto the metal
flooring where it clanked loudly in the silence. She
stooped slightly toward the side and he heard
something release from the panel and fall into place
with a heavy clunk of sound.
She came back to him then and guided him backwards for
a moment, then pressed on his shoulders until he sat.
For a moment his eyes pleaded with her as his weight
contacted with the object in his anus and pushed in
deeper, but she ignored that and his muffled pleas and
squirms.
Instead, she pulled a small ring of keys from her
jacket pocket and released the two small locks on his
cock cage. Without a word she pushed him back against
the cold metal of the van's sides.
He tried to scoot forward a bit on the hard metal of
the seat to ease the pressure in his backside. She
was having none of it as she lifted two heavy leather
straps from their resting positions against the side
of the van and buckled them tightly around his wide
chest. His arms pinned behind him now, he found he
couldn't move so much as a finger even if he wanted
too.
Again, he tried to scoot his hips forward just a bit
to ease off the pressure on the object in his ass, but
again she was having none of it. Without a word, she
picked up two more long straps and buckled them
tightly around his waist, pulling him even tighter
against the cold metal wall of the van.
This actually 'increased' the pressure in his backside
and he squirmed some more, trying to kick his legs out
at her. The heavy shackles on his feet though
prevented this and he gave up after only two tries,
leaning his head back slightly against the wall behind
him with a muffled groaning sound.
Within a moment he felt four more heavy straps
crossing over his legs and being buckled tightly
against his skin. When he lifted his head and looked
down at himself, he found he couldn't move so much as
an inch against the heavy leather, no matter 'how'
much he bucked and strained.
The only thing that he 'could' move were his toes, but
that too was solved quickly enough by a fifth set of
smaller straps which had his feet pinned flat with a
quick twist of her small wrists. When she stood, bent
herself slightly in the small confines of the van, she
smiled for the first time as she looked at him.
"There...that's better..." she said, reaching out to
again caress the sides of his cheeks as she said it.
"Much better." she added as she moved off for a
moment.
He strained again at the heavy leather and his muffled
pleas must have reached her ears. When she came back
to him she held another torturous piece of equipment
in her slim fingered hands and his eyes widened in
fear as he recognized the long plastic object.
He shook his head violently from side to side, and
again bucked at the restraining straps on his well
muscled body. All she did was smile as she
unceremoniously pulled his head forward and released
the buckles to the ball gag.
As soon as it popped free of his jaw, he began to beg
softly. "Please...no....don't..." he whimpered
softly, tears pooling in his eyes for a moment before
he could blink them away. "May...may I please have
some water...?" he queried then, hoping to delay her
placement of the evil looking thing she held in her
hands.
"In a moment..." she said softly. Without preamble
then she held his strong jaw, pushing her fingers in
at the sides with a forceful grip that soon had his
mouth opened wide again.
Despite his struggling effort to turn away from the
device in her hand, he was helpless to stop her gentle
shoving of the long, hard plastic piece into his wide
opened mouth. When it was all the way in, the tears
he'd blinked away before pooled in his eyes again and
fell unbidden down his cheeks as he realized he was
sitting there with a dick in his mouth now.
A soft, pliable, very 'real' feeling plastic dick
about four inches long. It lay against his tongue and
was summarily pulled deeper into his mouth as she
buckled the straps on either end behind his head. He
struggled in earnest then, bucking and heaving with
all his considerable strength and shaking his head
violently from side to side in an honest effort to
dislodge the offensive thing.
He had to choke back his own gag reflex as the tip of
it just barely touched the back of his throat. A
shudder passed over his large frame then and he drug a
deep gulp of air in through his nose and lifted
pleading eyes to her, shaking his head again from side
to side violently and screaming into the pliable
plastic in his mouth.
He bit down on it, but found that while the plastic
was soft and yielding it was tough as any metal when
his teeth failed to penetrate the soft sides. Finally,
dejectedly he slumped as best he could against the
heavy leather straps and began to cry earnest tears.
He lifted tearful, pleading eyes to her again, and
begged as best he could, jutting his chin forward
again trying to dislodge the device that was buckled
tightly around the back of his head.
"Awwww...poor Trent..." she said softly as she
reached up to the ceiling of the van and dropped a
long stick down with a soft flick of her fingers.
"Don't like that do you...don't like a dick in your
mouth?" she queried in a cold sounding tone.
He shook his head weakly from side to side as the
tears fell anew. "MMMPPPPHHHTTTTT...." he tried to
scream, again trying to dislodge the piece of rubber.
~NO....~ his mind screamed out silently.
~PLEASE...TAKE IT OUT...~ he tried to say with his
pleading eyes, but as with everything else, she was
having none of it.
With a gentle hand she lifted his chin and tilted it
back as far as it would go against the back of the
van. He felt her fingers on the front of the long
strap holding the four-inch long dick in his mouth
and a moment later he could just barely make out the
front piece being twisted off by her fingers.
She tilted his head back a bit further, pushing gently
at his chin as she did so, and reached above his head
to pull a bottle of water from a mesh pocket that held
it. His eyes widened in comprehension as she twisted
off the top and poured the contents into the plastic
filling his mouth. He felt the soft, pliable plastic
begin to expand and harden slightly in his mouth as
the water filled it.
"Well, get used to it slave..." she said as the last
of the water fell into the penis gag. "You're going to
be wearing it for quite some time to come. It's how
you will be fed and watered until I decide you've
earned the privilege of not wearing it any
longer..." she added as she twisted the end back
into the front and sealed it tight.
He felt the tip of the gag open slightly against the
back of his throat for a moment and just a dribble of
water slid onto the back of his tongue. He gulped at
it, savoring the coolness, despite how it was being
delivered, and tried to keep his head tilted back to
gain more.
But as with everything else, she would have none of
it, and none too gently forced his head down again
with a hard jerk. "Sorry slave...not that easy..."
she said by way of soft command as she forced his head
forward toward the stick that hung down from the
ceiling.
She picked up the two straps that hung from its end
and wrapped them around the back of his head. Pulling
them tight against the straps of the penis gag, she
forced his nose to touch the stick itself and buckled
them tightly, completely immobilizing his head now.
He jerked backwards and the stick slid in its small
tract welded into the ceiling and she reached up
calmly to give a small knob a hard twist and lock it
into place. His face was pulled against the stick
again, and he realized that this way he wasn't allowed
the slightest 'bit' of movement now. He couldn't move
his head back, or forward, couldn't tilt up or down,
or side to side.
Only his eyes could move, and his tongue slightly
against the base of the penis now pulled even more
deeply into his mouth by the straps from the stick
itself. He groaned loudly, giving a muffled mewling
sound in the back of his throat as he again lifted
pleading eyes to her. He could feel the coolness of
the water in the gag against his tongue, but couldn't
tilt his head to get at it and let it run down his
throat as it had a moment before.
He struggled again, trying in vain for 'some' bit of
movement but soon found it a useless effort on his
part. He was stuck and completely helpless and he
whimpered up at her as she reached for two more pieces
to complete his torture.
The first she lifted to his chin and he felt a soft
piece of padding mold itself there after a moment.
She pulled the two ends together on top of his head and
buckled them tightly into place, forcing his already
throbbing jaw to clamp shut on the base of the penis
in his mouth. Only the 'barest' tip of his tongue
could move now, and that was no more than a flick of
response.
His eyes moved to her then, pleading as he whimpered
again. But this action was soon cut off from him too
as she lifted the 'final' piece of torturous equipment
to his limited line of vision now. His gaze fell on
the two, small padded disks and his eyes widened in
fear and pleading as she fitted them both over his
eyes and pulled the strap behind his head to buckle it
tightly against his face.
Mewling, earnest whimpers of fear came from the back
of his throat, as he was truly helpless to do more.
He bucked and heaved against the leather of his
bondage then, trying in vain to escape the suddenly
nightmarish quality this whole thing had taken on.
He heard her step away and comment as she closed the
doors to the van. "If you want water, it's right
there slave. I'm sure you'll figure out how to get it
soon enough."
A moment later he felt the van beneath the souls of
his feet rumble to life, then gently pull away from
the prison docks.
End of Chapter 2
