The M.A.M.A. Initiative - The Interrogations
Thud.....Scrreeeech
Brandon opened his eyes to the sound of his door opening. He lifted his head to see who was there, but the doorway was empty and the hallway still dark. The clock on the wall read 2:30am. Still half asleep, it took him about a minute to grasp the situation. "The door is open?" he said to himself. Then he heard someone whisper from the hallway.
"Come on guys. Now's our chance," said the soft voice.
Brandon immediately sprung to his feet and ran over to the doorway to investigate. It was difficult to identify the person in the darkness, however it was clear that he was one of the other males. He was naked. Then he saw two other males come running out of their rooms to follow him. They were heading towards the staircase.
"This way. To the stairs," he said. "Keep quiet."
"How'd this happen?" asked one of them. "The doors. How'd they open?"
"Who cares. Let's make a break for it before anyone finds out," the first guy replied. "We don't have much time."
As they made their way towards Brandon's door, he could hear them telling others to follow them. There were others standing in their doorways as well, but not brave enough to follow.
"Come on guys, just go back to your rooms," one of them said silently. "This place is like Fort Knox. You'll never get out."
They passed in front of Brandon. He could see their faces clearer now. One of them was Janice's male. He didn't recognize the leader, or the other guy. Brandon wasn't sure what to do. He wanted to get out as much as everyone else, but the repercussions of getting caught were unimaginable. Then suddenly he saw a fourth person come running down the hallway. It was Jason. He saw Brandon standing at the doorway.
"Come on dude," he said.
"No way. This isn't a good idea," Brandon replied.
"Suit yourself," said Jason. "I'm tired of licking toilets and having my balls beaten every night."
Jason continued down the hallway. Brandon began thinking of all the awful things he'd been through the past three days. He's been doing his best to be obedient and compliant with the hope that he will be released at the end of the week. But what if he doesn't make the cut? What if he has to endure this torment for another week, or several weeks? What if this was his only chance to escape? Brandon's mind was scrambled with too many thoughts to even think straight anymore.
Suddenly he heard the sound of a bell...
Ding...
The door of the elevator at the end of the hall opened. The four boys froze expecting to be caught but no one was inside. It slightly illuminated the hallway. They continued running towards the elevator now. This is the same elevator the Head Mistress used to bring Brandon out to the rear yard. Figuring he could find his way out of the yard, he decided to make his move.
"Fuck it. I want out," he said to himself. Just as he was about to step out into the hallway, he felt a very familiar agonizing jolt of pain originating from his testicles. The ball shocker was triggered.
"Aaaaahhhh....." he screamed as he dropped to the floor spasming. It was an especially painful shock. At least twice the intensity from the usual shocks.
The entire hallway lit up. The agonizing screams of all the males echoed through the halls. The four males that were attempting to escape were rolling around on the floor in front of the elevator door unable to move forward. Clearly, they were busted.
Suddenly several of the red spandex wearing female guards arrived. One was continuously holding down the shock button on her wrist pad. In emergency situations, all males in the facility can be shocked at the same time. Once they had the situation under control, she let go of the button. Brandon was finally able to breath.
"Oh please... no more." he lay panting while cupping his balls. The sound of all the males whimpering, begging, and pleading filled the halls.
"Leash these four and take them to the subcellar right away," yelled the Head Guard. "Everyone else, back to your beds. NOW!!!"
Brandon managed to crawl back into bed with his aching balls. The door automatically shut, and everything went quiet again. He laid in his bed thinking how lucky he was he didn't follow those guys. He was about to, but luckily the shock came at the right moment to stop him from making a mistake.
"Those guys are screwed," he thought to himself. He heard the guard send them down to the "subcellar". Apparently, there's another underground level below the one they're in now. It doesn't sound like a pleasant place to be. Hopefully he never has to see the subcellar level.
It took a while for him to fall back asleep as his veins were filled with adrenaline. After about 45 minutes he drifted off.
*****
Early the next morning Jillian is awoken by her phone ringing. It was the Head Guard notifying her about an emergency meeting at 7am in the cafeteria. All mistresses and sous-mistresses were required to attend. And all males shall remain in their sleeping quarters for the time being. She was unaware of the breakout attempt in the middle of the night.
Jillian washed up and dressed herself. When she arrived at the cafeteria many of the other mistresses had already arrived. Janice and Heather walked in behind her.
"Any idea what's going on?" asked Janice.
"No," replied Jillian. "But it must be important."
A few minutes later the Head Mistress entered the cafeteria.
"Good morning," she said. "It looks like everyone's here."
Head Mistress looked somewhat sleepless. She had been awake all night dealing with the situation.
"The reason I called this meeting is because there was a breakout attempt in the middle of the night," she said.
Everyone's eyes widened at the news.
"Somehow, all the inmate's doors swung open," she continued. "We have the IT department investigating how that happened."
"Were we hacked?" asked one of the mistresses.
"Possibly, we still haven't figured it out yet," she responded. "Right now, everyone's a suspect. It could have even been an inside job."
All the mistresses began looking around in shock.
"Therefore, today's scheduled "Degradation Day" will have to be skipped," she said. "Headquarters demanded that we first interrogate all the males. Depending on how the day unfolds, we may be able to continue with degradation tasks later in the afternoon."
She began passing out a manual titled "Permissible Male Interrogation Methods at M.A.M.A". It wasn't many pages, but it detailed several ways to interrogate the males. Basically, a summary of the best ways to torture men without doing any permanent physical damage.
"This manual was made for times like this. It's not often used that's why most of you have never even seen it before. I myself have only had to use it once, and on one inmate. But never has a M.A.M.A. facility experienced a breakout attempt of this scale," she said. "This will be the first mass interrogation."
Everyone began flipping through the pages. Jillian and Heather immediately noticed how many creative ball busting methods were listed. This was going to be a rough day for the inmates.
"Furthermore, four of the males actively tried escaping, while the rest stayed in their rooms. They've been apprehended and are being held in the subcellar," she continued. "Janice, Eleni, Christina and Noora. They were your males."
"What?" yelled Janice. "Oh, his balls are going to get it." Janice especially loved busting men's balls with a passion.
"Their interrogation will be a little more extreme, and they will be severely punished afterwards," added Head Mistress. "I will discuss this with you four separately. The remaining boys are going to be fed breakfast in their rooms this morning. Read the manual then take them to their punishment rooms."
All the ladies nodded their heads.
"If any of you learn anything useful call me immediately," she commanded. "You're all dismissed."
*****
Meanwhile back in his sleeping quarters, Brandon was awoken by the morning alarm. He proceeded with this morning routine, using the toilet, brushing his teeth, shave and cold shower. He put on his kneed pads and knelt down waiting for Heather to walk in as usual. Suddenly the door swung open, but instead of Heather he saw one of the guards slide a tray of food into the room.
"This is breakfast," she said and moved onto the next room. His door then shut. Brandon was confused as to what was going on. He also wasn't sure if he still had to eat on the floor like a dog, or was he allowed to eat sitting on his bed. Knowing they use any little excuse to punish males in the M.A.M.A facility, he ate like a dog on the floor like they're forced to do in the cafeteria. There was no point in risking more punishment. So far, his balls have paid the price for most of his misbehavior.
When his food was finished, he slid his tray close to the door and continued to kneel waiting for his mistress to come get him. Things are being done differently this morning and he knew it must have something to do with the unexpected events of last night. He began thinking about the four guys who tried to make a run for it. What fate had they been dealt in the subcellar?
Then suddenly the door opened, and Jillian and Heather entered his room.
"Leash him and let's go," said Jillian in a stern voice to Heather.
Brandon was taken aback by her strict tone. Like she was annoyed or angry with him. He then looked at Heather who was beautiful as always. A warm tingle came across him as she came closer. Even though his balls still ached from her brutal flicking the night before, he was still captivated by her. If there was anyone he wanted his balls to ache for, it was Heather.
Brandon quickly kissed both their feet, then Heather attached the leash to his balls. Jillian grabbed it with no warning giving Brandon a strong unpleasant tug.
"Oh oh... Mistress...," he yelped feeling his balls stretching away from his body. He immediately stumbled towards Jillian to ease the tension.
Jillian said nothing as she dragged him out of the room. Heather followed from behind. The hallway was bustling with other males being taken directly to their punishment rooms. None of them aware of what was going on. They reached Punishment Room 13 and closed the door. Jillian immediately began browsing the interrogation manual Head Mistress gave her. Heather was looking over her shoulder.
"We have a lot of options to choose from," Jillian said as she browsed. "Let's start with this one... Then this one," she continued. "Oh, and this one should be interesting...."
Brandon noticed a sadistic grin on Jillian's face as she browsed. He was still unaware of what they were looking at, and also unaware of what the punishment theme of the day will be.
"Hmm... This one here uses a very high-tech piece of equipment, the O-Simulator," Heather said pointing. "It looks like we need to reserve time with it. Let me send the email right away so we don't have to wait too long."
"Good idea," said Jillian agreeingly. "Let's begin. Start preparing him."
Brandon was instructed to lay on the wooden bench near the back of the room. He immediately complied to avoid any punishment. The ladies strapped him in place by his legs and torso, then lifted his arms and strapped them over his head. He noticed the straps were attached to cables and there was a series of pulleys and cranks built into the bench. Jillian began turning one of the cranks and suddenly Brandon felt his arms and legs being pulled apart.
"Huh," Brandon said in surprise. Jillian continued to turn until his body was spread out and tight. His naked body was completely helpless and vulnerable.
"Ok, now you can remove his shocker," she said to Heather.
Heather grabbed Brandon's balls and unlocked the shocker. Brandon's cock immediately began swelling to her touch. He closed his eyes to concentrate on not getting an erection. Suddenly he felt her clamp something else around his balls. He opened his eyes to see something similar to a humbler, but smaller and was hanging from cables from the ceiling. Once it was secured, Jillian began turning the second crank and the clamp on his balls began to pull his them towards the ceiling.
