Imprisonment

Chapter One -- Capture

I didn’t know how long I’d had been hanging there. I only knew that it had been so long that I could no longer feel my arms or legs. I could only feel the pain. The pain and the passion. I had long since stopped moving, it only made things worse. They’d hung me there and practically drowned me in Juice as a punishment for trying to bite off the warden’s dick. If I could have thought rationally, I wouldn’t have known which was worse, the incredible pain of the beating that I had taken or the orgasms that kept wracking my body whenever I tried to move. Now, I didn’t know what was happening to me. It was just one long continuous horror. My body was a bundle of out of control nerve endings. I’d been blindfolded and gagged, my ears plugged. My body had been stretched taut. Earlier, I could tell that I’d made my wrists and ankles bleed with my struggling. Now, I had no sensation of anything going on around me. There could have been several hundred people in the room having a raucous party and the only way that I would have known was if someone touched me. So I hung there, hoping my ordeal would end soon.

I felt the air stir. I tried to lift my head. I tried to focus on the change in the air. There it was. The smell in the air had changed. It became muskier, sweatier. Male. I knew that someone had come in. It wasn’t one of the guards. This one smelled rougher, like he hadn’t bathed in awhile. That was one of the few things that I knew about the slam. The guards flaunted every single little privilege they had that the prisoners didn’t, like the ability to bathe. The prisoners could only bathe when it rained.

I felt his breath on my shoulder and neck. Just that little touch of breath was enough for the orgasms to start again. Only now, I no longer had the strength to fight them. I felt a hand on my stomach and the orgasms wracked my body worse than ever. I tried to struggle away but I couldn’t. I couldn’t even move anymore, my muscles having slightly atrophied after hanging for so long. The hand left my stomach. I could feel him move in front of me. He put his hand on my chin and lifted my head. The orgasms were now uncontrollable and I was about to pass out. If I had been more coherent, I would have been terrified. Right now, I just wanted it all to stop. I felt his other hand at my ears. He removed my ear plugs. I heard a low growling voice in my ear.

“Do you want out?”

I couldn’t understand anything he said, but I still tried to say something around the gag, but only managed a groan.

“Hold still.”

His hands left my head. It sagged back down. I could still smell him. His smell surrounded me from where he had touched me. I heard him moving around. Then I heard a shot and my legs were free. They swung down uselessly. The pain started almost immediately. My body was starting to wake up from its atrophy. The strain on my arms was almost unbearable. Then I felt his arm wrap around me and slightly lift me up and back so that I was hanging forward. I was now resting on his body, his smell filling my nostrils even more. I could feel the heat of his skin, almost hot enough to burn. I felt the sweat that covered him. He was very male. This only made things worse. Having so much of him touching me and having his very erotic scent filling my nose, and having my body waking up only made the orgasms worse. I still couldn’t move to protest though. Another shot sounded and I collapsed completely against him as my arms were freed. Feeling flooded my body. I was still partly paralyzed and had no control. The pain of my body waking up and the orgasms that wracked my body made me pass out.