Chapter Two - Welcome To The Facility
Synopsis - Christon Mann is brought to the Prison of Pain where he is going to spend the next five years being tortured every day as punishment for his crimes and he meets his new brutal master Gino!
After hours of being awake thinking about what the following day would bring for him as he was sentenced to five years of torture for a bank robbery, Christon Mann finally got to sleep. But only an hour later he was awoken by a hose of water to his body. It woke him up immediately but the guard who wielded the hose continued to spray him until he was a curled up ball on the floor with his clothes soaked through, trying to hide his body from the water that feels like a tonne of bricks, breaking him.
Once this had happened two NRC guards came marched in and pushed Christon up against the wall, handcuffing and gagging him with a ball gag. He was then dragged out of the building where he saw that it was so early in the morning the sky was still pitch black. He knew it was going to be a long day. He was then loaded into the back of a van by a window.
Throughout the journey to what was once known as Rhode Island Christon rested his head against the cooling glass to calm him. When the NRC took America all prisons were destroyed with the prisoners being moved to Rhode Island which was turned into one gargantuan prison of epic proportions. That was where Christon was being taken to. He saw the car pass through many different gates and security checks before stopping.
He didn't know why they stopped however because it was just in the middle of a road. One NRC guard hopped out of the front seat and opened the back door, armed with a syringe. Christon always had a phobia of syringes and scrambled away into the corner, curled up in a ball like a pathetic baby. That was when he felt the prick in his neck. In that moment Christon's entire world turned black.
When Christon woke up he was standing, but he didn't know how. When he opened his eyes he saw that he was in a dark, concrete room. Looking down he saw that a pole was tied between his feet to keep them apart and his arms were tied to the ceiling in a Y formation. He was terrified but tried not to show it. The five years of pain were about to begin and he didn't know if he would be able to handle it.
Suddenly a muscleman dressed in black latex marched in and barked at Christon to, "Stand to attention!"
It was difficult in the uncomfortable position he was in, but he tried his best.
"Are you Christon Mann, aged 31, personal trainer in Cliff Gyms and guilty of robbing a bank?" A voice called out.
He didn't know where it was from, but the voice had a certain graininess to it that said it was over an intercom.
"Yes sir." Christon answered shakily, there was no point not being truthful here.
"And you were given the two options of either fifty years of prison or five years of pain and you chose the latter, is that or is that not correct, Mr Mann?" The voice asked.
"Yes sir." Christon obediently answered, nodding his head.
"Gino, remove Mr Mann's muscle top!" The voice ordered.
The muscleman dressed in black latex who Christon assumed must be Gino got to work on his order. He came behind Christon, put his gloved hands over his neck and around the collar of the wife beater and pulled it into two easily with his immense strength. Gino then came back round again and started stroking Christon's muscles with one hand and pulling on his nipples with the other until they were in agony.
After getting his fill of muscle and nipple, Gino marched over to the corner and crossed his arms.
The voice over the intercom said, "Prisoner, look at me!"
Christon didn't know where to look but assumed the voice was watching from a camera in the corner so he looked into it.
"It's a good thing you are such a muscular man. You're going to need all the advantages of your strength to survive the upcoming years. Over the upcoming years you will be whipped and you will be beaten. You will be ass-fucked by a fuck machine for hours like a little bitch. You will be shocked with electricity all over your body." He explained.
"Once every month you will be crucified for eight hours, your body being ripped apart by it's own weight for a total of twenty days when your sentence ends." The voice announced proudly.
The only emotion Christon felt in that moment was fear. He was completely silent, but tears streamed down his face. He was a strong man, but he didn't know if he could survive that much torture.
"Your body will be stretched out on a rack to the scientifically proven limit of pain a body can recover from. You will be hung upside down and flogged mercilessly. Your genitals will be tortured in every way imaginable. Your anal cavity will be ripped open and fucked in all manner of ways. Your nipples will be tortured with clamps, spikes, piercings of electricity. For all of this there will be no safe word. We do not need your consent. We do not need your permission. This is the law under the new world order! All Glory To The NRC For The New World Order!" He barked.
