Martin has been led on a leash attached to his cock and balls to Warden's playroom. Flogged and whipped by Warden, Martin wasn't looking forward to what was coming next. Warden, in her haste to unstrap Martin and move him to her next sadistic activity, forgot to first place his electric shock collar back on his neck, thus making herself vulnerable as she undid the last strap holding Martin's hand in place.
The moment Martin's hand was out, and he was now completely free from the cross, and seeing Warden at that moment realise what she had just done, Martin quickly made his move.
Martin pushed himself with force away from the cross and right into Warden. He gave her no time to try and re-strap his hand. Unsteady on her feet from the sudden push, she fell backwards and fell on the floor. Martin wasn't going to give her any time to react. He immediately pounced on top of her and grabbed her arms, resting his full weight on top of her body and pressing her hands above her head. She tried to use her legs to kick Martin in the balls to recover the situation, but Martin dodged the attack. He then placed his legs in between hers and opened them wide to force her legs wide. She was now pinned down by a naked Martin.
"Get off me!" she shouted. But her commands fell on deaf ears.
"Stop moving bitch!" replied Martin emphatically, as he continued to struggle with her ensuring that he retained control.
"You'll pay for this. Just you wait, Martin!"
"Oh, will I?" Martin fired back immediately. "I don't think so!"
Martin looked around from his current position to see if there was anything that he could use to help restrain her. He saw a length of rope within easy reach on the floor near the corner. He reached out while attempting to maintain his control over Warden. She struggled, but Martin quickly gathered the rope.
"Stay still bitch!" he said, as she continued to attempt to struggle free.
Now having retrieved the rope, Martin wanted to tie her up. He moved his body weight off her, quickly pulling her by her right arm and right leg in order to lift her up and over so she would flip onto her stomach. He then sat back down on her and pulled her arms together behind her back, using the rope to bind them together. He then fed the remainder of the rope down and around her legs, tying them together. He pulled it tightly so that her legs were then forced upwards. He had hogtied her. He tied the rope off so that she was tightly bound in that position and he then stood up.
"Well, well, well; now that was fun, wasn't it?" he asked her, mockingly.
Martin looked around the room for anything else to use and spotted two items that would be useful. A blindfold and a ball gag. He retrieved them both and then returned to Warden, who was still struggling against the hogtie on the floor.
"Right, Bitch -- and that is your name now -- Bitch -- I think you would look good in these."
Martin waved the blindfold and ball gag at Warden as she looked up at him from inside her hogtie. She sighed at what she knew was coming next.
"Oh dear, what? Martin asked her mockingly. "Are you not having fun yet?"
Martin took the ball gag and placed it over her head and then attempted to place the ball in her mouth. She resisted. She would not open her mouth for him. She simply stared at Martin in complete defiance. Martin decided to pinch her nose. By cutting off her oxygen she would have to open her mouth soon. Surely enough, it didn't take long, and Martin was able to force in the ball gag. She protested as he tied the strap to fit it tightly, but her protestations went unanswered by Martin.
Next, he put the blindfold over her head and at first rested the eye sockets on her forehead. He paused to enjoy the moment. He looked at her, now so helpless before him. How the tables had turned within the past 10-15 minutes.
Martin then grabbed some large cuffs with a long chain from the table in the far corner. He fed them around the St Andrews cross, locking them on each of Warden's legs. This meant she was now secured to the cross and so could not wriggle far.
With her secured, there was just one last thing to do.
"Bye bye, Bitch," Martin said, now placing the blindfold completely over her eyes as she moved her head side to side to try and prevent him, but to no avail.
Martin stood up, leaving her there on the floor in her hogtie. He headed for the door and turned the handle to open it. He looked back at her once more, admiring his work, as she lay there making half a struggle against her bonds, even though she knew it was ultimately useless. Now with her tied, cuffed and no longer a threat - Martin was finally free.
But he needed clothes! He recalled that there were some in the room with the shower that he saw earlier. He quickly closed the door on Warden and headed down the corridor. He went around the corner and shortly after reached the training room. He went in and quickly retrieved the clothes. They were for exercising in, but it didn't matter to Martin. As he stepped into the track suit he felt a wave of euphoria. Finally! The ability to cover himself and restore some dignity. He had never appreciated the function of clothes so much as when denied them for several hours.
He then put on the sweater top, socks and trainers and decided to make his escape. Leaving the training room, he headed down the corridor, then downstairs and along to reach the exit door. Upon reaching the red door, he opened it slowly. He was careful as he first peeked outside, but the coast was clear. He then recalled what Warden had said earlier regarding all of the others 'Officers' being away on some type of event. That was why this seemingly large place was quite deserted.
Martin moved to leave, now opening the door fully and walking outside, but after he took a few steps he then stopped. His mind was racing with what he had been through. He even bore a reminder in that his cock and balls were shaved free of all hair. He began to get angry for what she had put him through against his will. Martin thought of the photos she had taken of him. He had forgotten about them when he was upstairs. She still has them on her phone.
Martin debated with himself whether to leave and immediately go to get the authorities to expose these women and this 'prison', or whether to go back and first obtain the phone before going to the police. He certainly didn't like the idea of anyone seeing those embarrassing photos of him. Evidence they may well be - but they are only additional evidence. This whole place and the witness statements from himself and the other men will be more than enough. No one needs to see him naked doing jumping jacks or being in bondage with a hard on. No! He made up his mind. He must go back and first retrieve that phone from her. His anger towards her growing for how she humiliated him in this way.
"Bitch!" he said aloud, his anger finally boiling over.
Martin's mind was now racing at the thought of getting a measure of revenge on this woman.
Upstairs, tied and bound, Warden was having some thoughts of her own. How could she be so stupid? She is the one who teaches the other female officers how to handle men and importantly, 'the order of things' when dealing with transporting the men.
"You must be very methodical when moving a man from task to task," she would tell them. "The sequence of unchaining and fixing arms and legs from one secure item to another must be done very carefully so as to never allow too much freedom of the subject."
She would demonstrate how you unchain legs and re-chain them elsewhere before moving the arms.
"If all arms and legs are to be free then one of the various electro-shock devices must be locked onto the man at all times."
She felt stupid for getting lost in the moment with Martin. He really wasn't enjoying it. She saw that and it made her even more kinky in her thoughts of what she was going to do next with him. But she should have been more controlled. And now, for her trouble, she is tied up, blindfolded and gagged.
Faintly, in the distance, she then heard footsteps. She figured that it must be one of the officers back early. She was surprised, but relieved. She began struggling as hard as she could and shouting for help behind her gag. The footsteps got closer. She heard the door handle open and then a voice said:
"Hey bitch? How's it going?"
