MONDAY (Continued)
After what felt like an age, Martin, who had been left trapped in place by Warden by her using the most treasured part of his body against him, saw a female in the distance approaching. He could tell it was not Warden, but she was too far away for Martin to make out which of the officers it was.
Martin's hands were cuffed behind his back and legs cuffed in place in the pillory, but worst of all his cock and balls were trapped in this awful thing. He was going nowhere without help. He had lost track of the time he had been stuck here, waiting for Warden, but it was now on the cusp of getting dark.
He believed Warden had left him trapped like this to make a point -- that he is not the one in control. Leaving him trapped in such a way where his manhood works against him was really a way of humbling and embarrassing him as a man. Warden had wanted to drive this point home to its fullest effect.
Martin watched on as the figure in the distance got closer. He strained his eyes to make out which of the officers was approaching him: Becca, Nikki, Janine, Anna or Lucy. He had recently experienced being at the hands of all of them for his punishment for what he had done to Warden. He was not sure which he would prefer -- they were all sadistic in their own way, with their own specialities and what they enjoyed doing to men. Or could it be Claire, whom he had met when the infernal cock and balls shocker ring had been installed around his manhood. With this thing on he was going nowhere, no chance of escape and especially not after Warden had described how it works. He had no reason to doubt her. He had experienced being shocked when he had a neck collar on. That was a painful process and although it had now been removed, it had been replaced by this shocker attached around his manhood: He knew he was worse off than before. He would do everything in his power to ensure he gave them no reason for shocking him. But who was approaching? Which officer had Warden sent to get him, he wondered?
To his horror he soon found out. It was none of them. In fact, it wasn't even a woman at all. It was a man - dressed as a woman. He had been feminised! That told him who this man belonged too -- it must be Janine. She likes to humiliate her 'boys' by dressing them up in various female outfits. Martin was starting to know the way Warden's mind worked. She had sent this guy out for a reason. Martin began to blush at the idea of a man -- dressed as a woman or not -- finding him trapped like this. This was also the first time Martin would be able to interact with one of the other prisoners here. He did wonder on the upside if this will allow him to find out more information about this place. Where is Martin even located in the world? He had certainly never heard of a place such as this even in rumour and surely if this was anywhere central then it would have been discovered. The odd passer by perhaps looking over the walls or walking through the distant fields. But he had never heard of a place like this before.
"Hello," said the man as he approached Martin. "I have been ordered to release you and take you back inside."
"Hi," said Martin, trying to avoid his blushes as he spoke to this man while his own cock and balls were squashed into a pillory pointing outwards. "Have you been here long?"
The man approached Martin and bent down to release his leg cuffs. It didn't take much effort as they were not locked. Warden had done that on purpose. They could be secured, but they were just unreachable to Martin. She was toying with him during her every move. The man then moved behind Martin to undo his handcuffs but did not reply to Martin's question.
"Erm. How long have you been here? What is your name?" Martin tried again.
As the man undid Martin's handcuffs with a key that he had been provided, he whispered to Martin from behind;
"Shussh, you will get us in trouble -- we are not supposed to talk to each other unless this has been specifically allowed by Warden or the Officers."
Martin, knowing that they are way out in the middle of a field with no one around, pressed the point to try and get answers.
"But there is no one here -- how will they know -- they won't know -- please tell me!"
The other prisoner released Martin's cuffs and walked around to the front of Martin.
"They will know!" he said and gulped in the process. It was clear to Martin that this man had been broken. He had been toyed with so much that he was going to be strictly obedient. Martin was not going to get anything out of this man. He gestured to Martin that with his hands free he is now able to unscrew the cock and ball pillory himself. This was a small mercy to Martin, that this man did not have to go that close to his cock. From the demeaner of the man he realised that Warden must not have been specific in how to release Martin. Warden doesn't usually miss a detail. If she had told this prisoner to release Martin's cock before his hands, he was sure this man would have obeyed.
Once free of the cock and ball pillory, the only thing keeping Martin from running was the dreaded cock and ball shocker that had been firmly put around his sack by Claire. Once attached, there was no way to remove this without specialist equipment. Martin would have to get used to this piece of jewellery adorning his otherwise naked body.
"Follow me," the other prisoner said, as he turned to walk back towards the main buildings. Martin complied and wondered what was in store for him next. What did Warden have in mind? Martin knew he was spending this Monday with Warden, before being loaned out to the other officers. The thought of that filled him with dread, knowing them as he does so far, given what they previously forced him to do: a punishment that he never wants to experience again.
Once they reached the building and went inside, the man escorted Martin back to his cell. The door to Martin's cell was open and they both went inside. There, Martin found some food and drink and the other prisoner gestured that it was for Martin to eat. It was nothing special -- a salad and some other fruit and vegetables with a bottle of water. Martin began to eat it quickly and drink the water. He was famished, so even this small basic meal was met with much appreciation.
Martin's thoughts turned to the other prisoner who was silently waiting for Martin to finish. He had clearly been in this prison for some time and had been broken and so Martin didn't feel that he would get much out of him. But maybe there are other prisoners who have been here for less time who would be more willing to talk, he wondered. Martin was learning more about this place as time went on. If he was now going to be meeting prisoners, then perhaps they know of any weaknesses he can exploit. Martin still had thoughts of escaping somehow and being free of this place. But he knew that open hostility or directly attempting to flee was not going to be successful. For one, the Warden and each of the officers had attached to their uniforms the controllers for the prisoners. Any one of the Warden or Offices could shock any prisoner they wish. And Martin now had been fitted with this cock shock ring, which he knew would be a thousand times worse than the neck shocker. He didn't wish to find out what the highest settings of Warden's controller felt like down there.
Once Martin finished his food, he gestured to the other prisoner, who himself began to move towards the exit of Martin's cell whilst gesturing for Martin to follow. After a twist and a turn down some corridors, they arrived at a small open area at the top of some stairs. It resembled a break and refreshments area and contained a couple of chairs and a coffee and tea machine on some side units. But it was one other thing that it contained that made Martin shudder. The area contained the same type of cock and ball pillory that he had recently been subjected to outside. What is worse is that the other prisoner was heading right for it. When the prisoner reached it, he opened the top area for a man's cock and balls and then turned around and gestured to Martin that he should step up.
"No please!" Martin begged, holding his hands forward. "I can just wait here for Warden -- I don't want to go back in that thing".
"Warden's orders! I'm sorry," the prisoner whispered with some pity for Martin. He had experienced these devices himself in the past.
Martin hesitated. He decided there was no way he was going to let this man put him in that pillory. Especially not a man dressed like a woman. Martin started to move backwards.
