by usemeinva

Chapter 6

At some point during I assume the night because it was all quiet. I didn’t see anyone around other than the other slaves sleeping in the room. I was restless and was having difficulty sleeping with all the thoughts about what my future held for me. I looked around at the other slaves and noticed that another one was also awake. I wondered if he was having the same thoughts I was. I looked around and saw no one else awake so I risked it and whispered, “Hi. How long have you been here?”

The other slave’s eyes got huge like I had done something horrible. It wasn’t thirty seconds later that the door opened and two men came in and unlocked my padlock and dragged me from the room. Without so much as a word, I was led downstairs to the main hall. We were taken to the Public Punishment Center. Two more men were waiting they had pulled out a punishment bench which I was ordered to climb upon. I was kinda surprised because I was elevated higher than I would have expected it would be difficult to whip or paddle me at this height.

One of the men asked me, “What part of no communicating did you not understand?”

I stuttered but really had no answer I knew I was busted. I would accept my punishment because it was what I deserved. The man told me to lower my chin into a small grove on the bench. I complied. I was told that there was one way to prevent me from talking and for the next twenty-four hours, I saw one of the men hand something to the man who was talking. I was told to stick my tongue out I figured I was going to have my tongue rubbed with soap or something but it was much, much worse. He produced a hammer and two nails. I was told there was no need to say anything now it would do me no good. He advised me that my tongue would be nailed to the bench for the next twenty-four hours. He then took the first nail and placed it on the top of my tongue and with a couple of taps my tongue was nailed down. It was quite painful but not as bad as I feared. The second one hurt worse though.

He said not to worry they would fix the holes in my tongue THIS time. Next time they would not. A little tube was inserted into the side of my mouth and I was told there is a small button by your right index finger that will trigger a small amount of piss when I wanted to moisten my mouth and tongue. I am sure I turned white as a ghost. The man laughed and said that the punishment is just getting started. I felt something being attached to my cock cage, balls, and nipples. My arms, legs were strapped now in place. Then to my surprise, a glass box was lowered over the entire bench including me. The man pushed a button that allowed him to communicate with me through the glass. What you felt attached to your cock, balls, and nipple are electrodes wired to zap you when the buttons on the side of the glass are pressed. You will not be in the Punishment Center for this punishment but on display at the center of the Training Center where the most traffic comes and goes. You should have electricity for twenty-four hours. I hope you learn your lesson, but if you don’t I’d be shocked. He laughed and said no YOU will be shocked and he pressed the button that zapped my cock and balls. It hurt really bad and I wanted to scream but with my tongue nailed I couldn’t do a thing. Don’t worry slave we will turn down that intensity a little bit before the public is given access to you. They tested out each of the buttons and I jumped as much as my bindings allowed. Already I had to squirt some piss in my mouth. My mouth was already getting dry. Ewwww cold piss is nasty.

I saw them adjust a few nobs in the pedestal and shut a door and lock it. They then rolled the pedestal with me on top to the center of The Center. I would think there would still be a few hours before the public arrived but already slaves were cleaning and getting everything ready for the day’s customers and visitors. Almost every one of them that I saw stopped their work momentarily and looked in my direction before resuming their duties. After a short period of time, the slave I tried to talk to last night showed up at the pedestal. He gave me just a hint of an evil grin. It was like he was telling me that it served me right for almost getting him in trouble as well. The trainer that was with him pointed in the direction of the buttons that would zap me. He hesitated for just a moment which earned him a smack against the back of the head. He reached over and pushed the button that was wired to my cock and balls. He must have held it for at least a minute before letting go and walking away without even looking back in my direction.

Occasionally other slaves were brought over to shock me too. It looked like I wasn’t going to catch a break before the doors opened to the general public. Once the doors did open I was apparently the main attraction. Several teenage boys seemed to think the buttons were part of an arcade game. After several hours I started to become numb to the pain. I just started to tune it out. Then I would get a break from it and the numbness would go away so when it started again it was even more painful.

After many hours I noticed a clock on the wall. I was just over halfway through my punishment when I could have sworn I saw Madison’s brother and father just on the edge of my field of vision. Just as I noticed them another group of teen boys decided the have fun with the buttons. I closed my eyes to process the pain of the moment and when I opened them again they were gone. Maybe I imagined it all. I endured the remaining hours much the same as I had so far I got to the point I almost had to constantly press the piss button to keep my mouth moist. It is surprising how fast it dried out when you can’t close your mouth. Finally, the closing time for the public at the center came and the shocking stopped. I knew I had a few more hours of my punishment to endure. I inhaled and was prepared to endure it. It is what my Master would want for me. Shortly however the trainers returned to my pedestal and rolled it back to the Punishment Center. The glass case was removed from over me. One of the trainers came and looked at my tongue. He said it wasn’t damaged much. They should be able to make it just like new. He asked me if I had learned my lesson that when I am given an instruction that they mean it. Not just when it was convenient for me to obey. He also said that I would be given time to talk with my fellow slaves. That there would be group sessions where we could talk with each other about our concerns and worries. We would also be able to ask questions of our trainers. Not all questions would be answered but many would. He said sometimes lessons are best learned when you don’t know about them beforehand. They had even that scheduled for my training today. Guess you missed out on that. I know this is a scary time for you but you did great yesterday. Keep up that work and you won’t end up here again unless it’s for our amusement.

He said I know you have a few more hours of punishment but we decided to give you a slight reprieve because of how hard you worked yesterday and that you seem to have learned your lesson. He warned me that the removal of the nails was going to hurt but it wouldn’t last long and that they would get me all healed up right away. He told me to hold still while the claw end of the hammer to the nails and removed them. He said don’t put your tongue in your mouth yet slave. It could get infected. I carefully held my tongue out while I was unstrapped and removed from the frame. They had to help me walk to the Hospital. Once there the Vet put some ointment on the top and bottom of my tongue. I could feel it healing instantly. After a few minutes, he inspected my tongue and pronounced me well.

He started to walk me back to the cell where I started the night before, before I got stupid, but stopped and ordered me to my knees. I bet you are hungry and thirsty, right slave. I nodded. First, he unzipped his fly and pissed in my mouth. He took me to the slave mess hall where I was given a stale sandwich and a glass of cold piss. After that I was led back upstairs I hoped for some rest because I was seriously tired. Once we got back to the cell, he opened the door and the other slaves were already resting. The slave I had tried to talk to look in my direction. I asked the trainer if I could ask him a question. He said yes if it was quick.

“Sir, might I give the slave I tried to get in trouble last night a blow job as a way of apology. I guess that would be ok. I crawled over to him and started sucking his cock. I’m sure as a slave it had been a long time since he had gotten one. He looked like he wanted to moan with pleasure but looked at the trainer who could tell what he wanted and nodded his head. The slave let out a groan and shot his load straight down my throat. He nodded to me to say all was forgiven and I crawled over to where my blanket was and almost instantly fell asleep.